I have special killing skills

He breaks free from his cell by provoking Thor, and creating an illusion that temporarily blinds him.If Loki's guess is right, Thor should be strictly prohibited from being imprisoned by Odin and Frigga, so Loki is not worried about being exposed for the time being.

I chose to come to the atrium to avoid it better, but also because Loki's ability is not as good as before.

This is the biggest reason for Loki to hibernate. You must know that the joy of the evil god's life is to cause destruction and pranks. Such an ordinary life is really boring.But he found a best way to relieve boredom.

Let those who are good at breaking things out, and in a reasonable and legal way, he has won the awe of many vandals with his silver tongue, so he likes to do it.

Compared with Moriarty, a consulting criminal, Loki is more like an unbreakable umbrella for criminals.

But now is obviously not the time to think about these things. Loki looked at the phone that was broken by himself. Loki frowned and thought, this is the sixth one he broke, and maybe he will buy a broken phone in the future.

It has to be said that when Loki first came to the atrium, he was not very proficient in using these so-called "high-tech" products, but now he can use them freely, after all, a few keys are much simpler than magic spells many.After tidying up the bed, simply freshening up, I was ready to go out for something to eat.

Heard there's a restaurant around the corner, so try your luck.

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"Sherlock, it seems Mrs. Hudson is right. We have a new neighbor." Watson looked back at Sherlock who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, and pointed out the window. "I saw him coming out of the next door." , seems like a decent person."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard Watson's words. He closed the newspaper and opened it again. The dark blue silk pajamas on his body wrapped his slender figure, and his two long legs were casually put together: "He is Lawyer, and a high-functioning sociopath."

Watson choked on this sentence. Watson, who had seen Sherlock's superb reasoning skills, didn't want to question Sherlock, but he just couldn't believe why he met more abnormal people than normal people now: "You How do you know?"

Sherlock put the newspaper aside, looked at Watson, and put his hands together under his chin: "He goes out early and returns late, and is always dressed decently. He is obviously engaged in a job that requires dressing. I I have observed his fingers. If it is a person engaged in ordinary clerical work, the hands will be neat but pale, and the joints will be different from ordinary people because of typing on the keyboard, but his hands are obviously much stronger. Moreover, I have seen his name more than Once in the paper. Don't look at me like that, John, it's not guesswork, it's observation, and deductive reasoning is finding one link in a chain to deduce all the rest, but most people don't use their poor Eyes to see what's around."

"But that doesn't mean he's a high-functioning sociopath." Watson put the black tea on the table and pursed his lips.

Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a slightly sarcastic smile: "If a lawyer specializes in defending some heinous people and only enjoys the pleasure of it, my judgment is not wrong. I I don't like you always questioning me."

This series of words made Watson feel dizzy. In fact, in the past twenty years of his life, his life was very peaceful despite surprises.But since meeting his good roommate, the world seems to have changed.

Taxi drivers can kill people, restaurant owners always suspect they are having an affair, the police always turn to detectives, and lawyers can be anti-social...

After drinking black tea for a while, Watson once again saw Mr. Lawyer, who was defined by Sherlock as a high-functioning sociopath, return to his residence from the window.

"Go ahead and try, he is our neighbor." Watson still made up his mind, stood up and said.

Sherlock curled his lips, and continued to pick up the newspaper to read, as if he didn't care about Watson's whereabouts at all.But the moment Watson closed the door, the detective threw the newspaper aside, stepped on the coffee table, stepped over to the window, and watched the good doctor knock on the door next door.

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[There is only Sherlock who is very boring: John always questions my words, not happy]

-Comment:

- it's harley not harley: couch~ actually, detective, you should listen to my brother

-Sister Blackberry wrote a fan: Agree, what the wife says is always right

- Watson of Baker Street: (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

- Sherlock is boring: You should know I'm right, and John, I'm hungry

- Sherlock is boring: I want fried dumplings

- Watson of Baker Street: Can I have something else...

- Sherlock is boring: no

- Watson of Baker Street:  …

☆、222B

When Watson knocked on the door, he felt a little uneasy, and he was even more uneasy when he heard footsteps behind the door.

"Who?" The door didn't open, only the voice came out.Has a strong British accent, and this inarticulate sense of rhythm.

Watson opened his mouth and said, "I am your neighbor, John Watson who lives next door."

The people behind the door were silent for a while, and then the door was opened with a gap, and Watson could only see half of the man's face, and his faintly exposed hands, which were white and slender, exactly as Sherlock said.

"Is there something?" Loki was a little impatient. In fact, he didn't even want to open the door, but he was even more tired of hearing the knock on the door.And he didn't like the restaurant on the corner of the street just now.

Watson obviously didn't realize that this man with green eyes would be blatantly alienated, and the good doctor, who has always been gentle with people, was a little at a loss: "I heard Mrs. Hudson say that Mrs. Turner had a The tenant, um, Mrs. Hudson is our landlord, Sherlock Holmes and I, my roommate... I think, maybe I need to visit my new neighbors, after all, there may be places to help each other in the future."

Under the gaze of those green eyes, Watson's voice began to stutter, and finally died down completely, because he didn't know what to say.

Loki looked him up and down, but paused when he saw Watson's warm golden-brown hair, then nodded indifferently, and closed the door without even saying a single word. Cover up your bad intentions.

Watson heard the footsteps moving away again. Obviously, the new neighbor had already gone upstairs, and this kind of behavior was clearly unwilling to talk to him anymore.

Only 222B on the door glows golden in the sunlight.

This failed visit made Watson feel a little frustrated, but he didn't know that Sherlock saw all this.When Watson walked back dejectedly, Sherlock quickly jumped back on the sofa, resumed his arrogant sitting posture, picked up the newspaper and continued to read slowly.

Not long after, Watson opened the door, took off his coat and hung it at the door, the frustration on his face could not be concealed at all.

"I said so." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, calmly declaring his authority.

Watson waved his hands, stood there with one hand on his waist, and replied weakly: "Okay, Sherlock, I know you are always right."

Sherlock glanced at him and didn't speak again, but the expression was clearly that of "Of course I'm right".He slowly turned the page of the newspaper in his hand again, but his blue-green eyes were still fixed on Watson.Watson wisely decided not to argue with Sherlock on this issue. Obviously, the indifference of the new neighbor made the good doctor a little depressed: "What do you want for lunch?"

"Fried dumplings." Sherlock raised his eyelids, "The one on the corner of the street is half price today."

Watson waved his hand, frowned, and said, "Come on, don't expect me to eat a couple's meal with you again."

"But obviously, you don't have much money." Sherlock casually glanced at Watson's pocket, perhaps Sherlock knew more about the money in it than Watson himself.

Watson supported his head feebly. The two of them each paid half of the meal. Sherlock was not short of money, but for Watson, it was obvious that money had become his big problem.

"You can take my credit card." Sherlock made a suggestion.

"NO." Watson quickly vetoed, "I might be able to find a job."

Sherlock was noncommittal: "I still think it's more convenient for you to take my credit card directly."

Watson sighed, stopped talking, went to the kitchen to make black tea, and thought about the troublesome livelihood issues by the way.On the other hand, Sherlock reached out and pulled out a file bag from the side bookshelf.

The Sherlock files inside are all arranged according to human life, among which, the most important but also the thinnest is a file bag named "Moriarty".And now, Sherlock is ready to build a new one.

A portfolio called "Rocky".

Sitting in the armchair behind the desk, Sherlock opened the file bag and took out the book inside. In the first entry, Sherlock recorded it in magnificent cursive characters——

Lawyer, high functioning sociopath who doesn't like talking to people.In addition, the bad attitude towards Huasheng needs serious attention.

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Loki went upstairs along the stairs, opened the door, and saw Moriarty sitting on the sofa at first sight.Moriarty didn't wear house clothes this time, but a neat suit, which made him look much calmer than when we met last time.But Moriarty smiled when he saw Loki, the kind of unemotional smile that made him look innocent and harmless.

In fact, Loki was not surprised by the arrival of this person. In fact, he felt that this person sneaked into his home just now.

Although it would be impolite not to go through the main entrance, Moriarty was not prepared to meet Watson standing at the door.

"Meet you again." Moriarty waved his hand in a good mood, "Your internet speed is really good, and you can browse Twitter very quickly."

Loki ignored him, walked to the door, walked into the room and sat on a chair before he said, "What are you doing here?"

"Do you know who lives next door to you?" Moriarty didn't answer Loki's question directly, but asked with a smile.

Loki raised his eyebrows. In fact, he hadn't noticed who lived next door—it didn't matter to him whoever the ant-like Atrium people were—but just now, Watson mentioned their names.

Sherlock Holmes, John Watson.

Rocky had heard of Sherlock's name, and just yesterday he had spent two full hours pleasing the jury with the reason of "insufficient evidence to open the case" and let them acquit the defendant, he heard the distraught Inspector Lestrade called someone.

He called the other party Sherlock, and the name Sherlock was special enough to impress.

But Loki doesn't feel the need to answer Moriarty's question, even if he thinks Moriarty is funny enough and evil enough -- some of the commonalities that only someone who likes to wreak havoc can understand.

Moriarty didn't really ask Loki to answer himself, he shrugged his shoulders lightly, but he did a little playful with the obviously indecent gesture: "I think you need to know, I'm a fan of Sherlock , I follow not only his twitter, but also his website, I have known him since 20 years ago.”

"Pedophilia is not a good habit." Loki sat down on the soft single sofa, and then picked up the black tea cup at hand.

There is hot black tea in it, obviously with milk and sugar, it tastes sweet when asked.

Moriarty laughed, innocent and harmless when the corners of his mouth curled up: "I just like talking to smart people, and Sherlock is a rare smart person."

Loki took a sip of the black tea, then put the cup aside: "It has nothing to do with me."

"Oh, it never hurts to know a little bit more. You see, next door to you is the consulting detective, and across from you is the consulting criminal, and you, consulting saboteur, are such a good name. One for the crime, one for the catch." The prisoner, one is responsible for exonerating the prisoner, hey, look, the three of us alone can support all the policemen in the UK." Moriarty narrowed his eyes with a smile as he spoke, as if he felt that he had accomplished a feat .

"I don't think you'll allow yourself to be caught." Loki looked at Moriarty with his emerald-like eyes, and his tone was flat but determined.

Moriarty touched the edge of his pocket with his fingertips: "Of course, I won't let him catch it unless I appear in front of him myself."

Loki deeply felt that it was unreliable to show off his power in front of others after doing bad things, but thinking of what he had done before, Loki fell silent and took another sip of black tea.

"Let's talk about the business." Moriarty tilted his head, "Since I have given you an idea, I will naturally help you complete it, or in other words, teach you to complete it."

Loki was a little surprised by this suggestion, he really liked the suggestion Moriarty gave him, it sounded very interesting, but in his opinion, Moriarty is not a guy who likes to help others.Loki still had an indifferent expression on his face: "What do you want?"

"Believe me, there are only a few ways to become a person, and I think you can learn it quickly. Come with me, I think I will have a whole night with you, and I can teach you a lot~"

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[Watson of Baker Street: I failed to visit my new neighbor today, I am not happy:(]

-Comment:

- Sherlock is boring: You should listen to me, John, I can't go wrong with him

- Watson of Baker Street: Now Sherlock, I admit you are always right, if you keep nagging me in my ear I will throw away the fried dumplings

-Maggie who loves cookies: Neighbor? @Anthea, I need details

- Mrs. Hudson: I heard from Mrs. Turner that he was a nice lad who always kept his room clean and never owed rent

-Watson, Baker Street: I'm sorry, Mrs. Hudson, we will be cleaning this afternoon

- Sherlock is boring: NO, I don't do it

- There is a Sherlock who is boring: Watson is staring at me... Well, the experiment can be done tomorrow

The author has something to say: [brain supplement version]

John: QAQ Whoa!The new neighbors are scary!

Sherlock: =A= I said he was dangerous, who told you to go

John: ...I hate you Sherlock!

Sherlock: Cool face] Inner os: Don't go, John!I will definitely avenge you in the future!

——The brain is completed =v=

☆, addicted to you

Rocky doesn't really like going to bars in broad daylight.To be precise, it was because he didn't like Atrium people at all.

These people are cowardly, timid, and vulnerable.They have neither long lifespan nor great abilities.They split their race into too many nations, never united, and perennially at war, making Loki feel like they were born to be ruled.

Even though he is now hiding in the atrium, his opinion still hasn't changed.Although there will be some mutants in these people - such as the Avengers, and some perverts - such as Moriarty, but more of them are ants, whose lives are as short as fireworks, but their ambitions are stronger than Dongfeng Wanton.

However, when Moriarty asked him to follow him to an inconspicuous small bar, Loki didn't refuse, and followed him in without even a hint of strangeness.

In order to achieve his goal and completely destroy Thor, Loki can try to be patient.

Moriarty led Loki to a double sofa in the corner. This location is very hidden, and it is inconspicuous when viewed from the outside.Loki thought it was a good place. After all, the suits and leather shoes he and Moriarty wore were really out of place with this place.

"There are so few people now." Moriarty seemed a little unhappy.

Loki took off the windbreaker and put it aside, then picked up the glass on the table and took a sip of water.Looking around without a trace, he found that many people's eyes were looking at them.This kind of looking at Loki is no stranger. In Asgard, many people stared at Thor with this kind of eyes.The undisguised thirst and desire made Loki frown involuntarily.

He always thought that the estrus period of the people in the courtyard should wait until nightfall, but now it seems that it can be anytime, anywhere.

"I want to know what you asked me to do here." Loki began to get impatient, and even though Moriarty made him interested, he couldn't offset the irritability in his heart.

Moriarty hummed an unknown tune softly. His forehead was much wider than the average person's, but this didn't make him look strange, on the contrary, he looked more intelligent.Moriarty blinked and looked outside: "Patience, sweetheart, you won't succeed if you are so impatient."

Loki didn't like people calling him by nicknames. He frowned and was about to say something when he saw a strange smile on Moriarty's face, seeming very happy.

"Do you know, how to become a man is everything?" Moriarty leaned forward slightly, stretched out his hand and gently attached it to Loki's wrist.

Loki felt the man's fingers on his wrist. What he learned in Asgard was magic and controlling people's hearts. When he came to the atrium, he learned many other things.

For example, control a person's heart through the pulse.

His green eyes flicked to Moriarty's hand, displeased, but he didn't wave him away.Moriarty leaned slightly closer, his other hand supported the table to support his body, and approached Loki.

Loki ducked back subconsciously, but her pride kept him from moving.He looked at Moriarty, the look in his eyes was obscure: "Drugs, drugs, threats, deceit, sex, there are many ways to master a person."

Moriarty narrowed his eyes: "It seems that you have handled quite a few 'special' cases, my Consultation Breaker."

Loki twitched his lips, these were indeed the cases he had encountered, full of disgusting tricks and darkness, not elegant at all.

But Moriarty curved his lips: "These are obviously not beautiful, are they? I don't like killing people, it's too boring, and I don't like sex either, that thing can only control one person's body, and it's also boring .”

"I'm waiting for you to surprise me." Loki moved his wrist, but he didn't take off Moriarty's finger.

Moriarty smiled smugly, as if he knew everything about himself.He likes to give people bad ideas, and he also likes to watch people do bad things, but it is too strong a temptation to let Loki do bad things according to his own ideas: "Drugs are a good choice, but what you have to learn is Get him addicted, addicted to you."

There seemed to be a strange light flashing in Loki's green eyes, and Moriarty felt his heart beat faster in an instant.

Moriarty knew that Loki might have understood what he meant, but Moriarty did not stop his "teaching", but continued to wake up with strange arcs at the corners of his mouth, uttering the most deceptive words.

"Let him fall in love with you and be addicted to you. At that time, your brother, the man you hate the most, will kneel on the ground and hold the whole world to you."

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Loki finished his glass. He was never a drinker, but now he needed the help of alcohol.

Moriarty sat in a well-behaved manner opposite Loki, slowly shaking his wine glass.

"If I don't take the liberty, I would like to know what kind of person your brother is?"

Loki didn't hold back, and his description of Thor was simple and precise: "Powerful, but stupid."

Moriarty rested his chin and thought for a while, and a figure naturally appeared in his head, with dazzling blond hair, precise marksmanship, but also a boring head that couldn't turn a corner.He curled his lips: "I seem to know such a guy, on the battlefield. His name is Moran, he has hair like the sun and eyes as blue as the sea, but he is as stupid as a rotten piece of wood."

"he died?"

"Who knows, it was blown to a bloody mess, probably..." Moriarty suddenly paused, looking out through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Loki turned his head to look outside, and saw a taxi parked on the street outside.It was found that a man came down from above.He has blond hair and a tall figure, and his eyes are beautiful blue. Even though the corners of his mouth are tightly pursed and look very cold, it still can't damage the brilliance of his blond hair.

There was excitement in Moriarty's eyes, and he straightened up slightly.

"I think I have something to teach you." There was a strange excitement on Moriarty's face, which gave Loki some bad premonition.

Loki knew he was different from Moriarty, but the anticipation and excitement of doing bad things was just as strong.

This man in the atrium is not a good person. Loki is a lawyer and has contacts with many people. He didn't know about Moriarty's existence before, which is enough to prove how strong Moriarty's concealment is.But after knowing the man, it wasn't a big problem for Loki to find out what he did.

From small family disputes to big state secrets, the criminal who consulted would not refuse anyone who came and resolved everything.

Now Moriarty's eyes were gleaming with delight, clearly having a bad idea.

"That man, I like it very much." Moriarty smiled lightly, his face looked harmless without any strange emotions, but his mouth said the boldest words without the slightest scruple, " I wanted to fuck him and make him mine."

Loki was obviously uncomfortable with Moriarty's vulgar words, but the lively and dimly lit tavern had a strong capacity for tolerance, at least Loki didn't feel that these words were inappropriate now.He looked at the man, then at Moriarty, and suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth: "I don't think you will succeed." After all, that man was full of stereotypes.

Moriarty was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed, a little innocent and harmless, but his eyes were brightly written with determination to win.

"bet."

Rocky grew up in Asgard. Even though he doesn't have a strong body, it doesn't mean he doesn't have the spirit of entertainment: "What bet?"

Moriarty looked at the blond man who was already at the bar, reached out and untied his windbreaker and threw it on the sofa: "I bet I'll get him into bed."

"You will fail."

"Wait and see."

Loki thought Moriarty looked like a brash kid now, eager to show off feathers that didn't matter at all.But this is very interesting, after all, this guy's performance is completely different from the guy who was spitting out venom just now to bewitch people.

Moriarty walked over and sat down next to the man.Loki held his wine glass, waiting for Moriarty to return in defeat.

But the next moment, Loki's hand was in the air.

"Hi, my name is Jim, how about you?"

"Sebastian Moran."

Loki frowned, the name Moran had clearly been mentioned just now, the one who was killed on the battlefield.But obviously, this Moran didn't die there, but came to this bar, and is being accosted by Moriarty now.

Hey, this bet is not fair at all.

For the first time in his life, the evil god Loki was deceived, and in a tavern in the atrium, this feeling was really uncomfortable.

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[Maige who loves cookies: I'm dating the inspector today, =v=]

-Comment:

-little jim: uh huh

- Sherlock is boring: It looks like Green doesn't know what you're up to

-Watson of Baker Street: His name is Greg, Sherlock don't always call people by wrong names, it's impolite.Also, what plan?

- Sherlock is boring: The evil Mycroft is tempting Snow White with a poisoned apple

- Peanuts of Baker Street: ... huh?

-Mike who loves cookies: =A=

-Sister Blackberry writes a fan: Brother BOSS knows a lot of memes 233333

☆、Moriarty's smoke

Moriarty had been on the battlefield, and yes, he had fought for the British Empire.

It's just that his experience on the battlefield was not pleasant. Moriarty, who was neither strong nor strong, was not good at physical fitness. Even though he was smarter than others, as a corporal, he couldn't even touch it. Guns have very little chance.

To survive, you can only depend on others.

Moriarty chose Moran, who looked conspicuous and was easy to touch.

Moriarty gained Moran's trust and was well taken care of around this cold and uninteresting man.He didn't give anything—in fact, he gave only an unsolicited kiss—but he got more than he expected.The last time Moran protected him, he blocked an explosion with his body. Moriarty was unharmed, and Moran's back was blasted to a pulp.

Moran left the battlefield because of this accident and returned to England to establish his own dark empire. The dark emperor never thought about that time again.

But it was exciting to see Moran again after six years. Moriarty hummed a little song and sat beside Moran.

"Hi, my name is Jim, how about you?"

Moriarty was looking forward to Moran's surprised expression when he saw him, but when the man's blue eyes met him, he was indifferent.The only difference is that the man was stunned for a moment, and then thought, but in the end he didn't seem to find any trace of Moriarty in his mind.

Moriarty felt disappointed and annoyed by this reaction, that he had a place in his precious head, but the idiot had forgotten himself.

Moriarty didn't hide his displeasure at all, and it was directly exposed on his face. He reached out and tapped on the bar to order a glass of wine.

"I think it's basic courtesy for me to tell you my name and you tell me your name."

Moriarty's tone was flat, but his little finger slowly and gently climbed up the back of the man's hand, and the man didn't refuse, which made Moriarty smile a little.Touching him lightly proudly, Moran didn't push Jim away, but still looked at his face, silent.

Just when Moriarty had already crawled his hand along the cuff of his windbreaker to his wrist, the man spoke with a low and pleasant voice.

"Sebastian Moran."

Moriarty was very satisfied with the man's honesty, so his smile became happier, but the annoyance in Moriarty's heart didn't decrease by half. This man was still willing to tell someone's name, even if he didn't remember this person.

It was no longer the special one, which made Moriarty's eyes completely cold.He quickly glanced at Moran. This man still maintains a handsome sitting posture, just as old-fashioned and boring at the beginning, wearing good clothes, obviously he is not short of money, and his fingers, feel With a thin hard callus, it seems that he has never given up holding a gun.

A sharpshooter who survived the battlefield, but in Moriarty's eyes he was just a boring bastard.

Moriarty smiled indifferently, and looked back at Loki.There was anger in the man's green eyes, and it looked like he already knew he had won the bet by tricks.

But it doesn't matter, Moriarty doesn't have the intention to teach Loki badly now—yes, teach badly, don't look at that green-eyed guy who seems to be very strong, but just one approach can make Loki retreat, " "Love" can make him flustered by just one word, and Moriarty labeled him a "virgin" in his mind.

And the one he marked in his heart, besides Loki, was the consulting detective on Baker Street.

Moriarty didn't care about other people's eyes, and stretched out his hand to wrap around Moran's neck.Moran was much taller than Moriarty, and even though they were sitting now, Moran still had to hold his head up if he wanted to hug him upstairs.But obviously Moriarty didn't reject this posture, he almost hung his whole body on Moran's body.

Moriarty looked up at Moran's eyes. In fact, he liked this man's eyes, which were as blue as the sea and so clear that one wanted to dig them out.

"Where did we meet." Moran still didn't push him away.

"We don't know each other, but I think you'd like to know me." Moriarty whispered in Moran's ear, and when he giggled, the warm air sprayed on Moran's slightly cold ear, very satisfied Seeing that Moran's ears turned red, he continued, spitting out what seemed to be the sweetest venom, "I'm seducing | you, my captain."

Moran's response was to wrap his arms firmly around his waist, very hard.

Moriarty threw a smug look at Loki, who frowned and was unwilling to answer him, stood up and left the tavern.Moriarty snorted, thinking in his mind how to make use of the bet he won this time, but he looked at Moran with a half-hearted smile on his face: "To your house or to my house?"

"Go to your house." Moran stood up, and easily pulled Moriarty off the chair.

Moriarty kept smiling and narrowed his eyes. He didn't really want to lure this man to the bed|.

"Have you ever slept with someone you met for the first time?" Moriarty didn't let go of the man's neck.

Moran looked at him, then shook his head.

Moriarty smiled and narrowed his eyes: "I don't like it either, I think we'd better proceed step by step." Although, now Moriarty does not reject another old acquaintance's bed | partner who has lost his memory.

Moran wasn't angry, his handsome and stern face didn't even have the slightest expression, and he let go of Moriarty's hand just like that.

Moriarty rubbed against the inside of Moran's elbow seemingly unintentionally, and felt the man's body stiffen. This made Moriarty laugh even more happily, and called the name "Sebastian" in his heart. "Molan" has a big label on his head.

Virgin, another one.

Moriarty sat back on the chair by the stage, took out a cigarette and lit it.But within a few puffs, someone took the cigarette away from between his fingers.

"It's not good for your health." Moran still had no expression on his face, but his action of snuffing out the cigarette was crisp and neat.

Moriarty glanced at him, took out another cigarette and lit it.This time Moran didn't grab it again, but turned his head away as if he didn't see it.Moran hated the smell of smoke, and Moriarty knew it all too well.But the moment he turned his head, Moriarty leaned over gently, and the back of his hand vaguely rubbed against the man's waist.

The metal handle was cold and hard, and Moriarty easily judged the model of the gun from its shape.

He controls the black market trade in all of London, this gun is a rare model but tight