I have special killing skills

A young lady who always held a BlackBerry, but now she was standing at the door with several armed men, looking at Moriarty with a cold expression.Moriarty seemed a little surprised: "Miss Anthea? When did Australia become a subsidiary of the empire on which the sun never sets? Miss Anthea brought these things into my manor, it's like entering the land of no one."

Anthea obviously didn't want to talk nonsense with Moriarty, she frowned slightly: "I haven't seen you for a year, Mr. Moriarty, congratulations on your life."

"Actually, it's just that God didn't accept me, so I was thrown back." Moriarty shrugged, "Always doing bad things seems to be such a good thing."

"I don't have time to joke with you, Mr. Moriarty, I need to know where Mr. Holmes is." Anthea took a step forward, and for the first time a serious coldness appeared on her always plain face.

Moriarty, however, refused to budge. He stood firmly at the door with an amiable smile: "I don't know what you're talking about, shouldn't Mr. Holmes be in London properly? You know, without him, the whole of Great Britain The government is going to collapse."

Anthea raised her hand slightly, and the armed personnel behind her all raised their guns, aiming at Moriarty.Moriarty blinked, and heard Anthea's cold voice: "The BOSS is missing now, I need Mr. Holmes to help us find it, Mr. Moriarty, if you get out of the way now, I can give up on the matter." Your first-level sniper order."

"You mean, I'm a first-level sniper target now, and you killed me...for nothing?" Moriarty raised his eyebrows.

Anthea lowered her eyes: "There is still a bonus, sir."

Moriarty suddenly felt a little depressed. To be honest, he just played a little joke with Sherlock, and took him in without rent for more than a year-his favorite pony was bought with his own money. He came—and now he's going to be beaten to death because of him, and you can get a bonus if you kill him...Hey, you bully little Jim!

Moriarty had expected Sherlock to return to England, but being threatened was obviously not Moriarty's favorite way, and it was very disgraceful.So, little Jim took a step back in resentment, slammed the door shut, and then locked it, then turned around and ran quickly into the house.

"Hey, that light bulb head." Time was running out, and Moriarty didn't have time to maintain his modest demeanor, and he pointed at Malfoy casually, "You take Mr. Snape out of here, no matter what method you use .”

Malfoy was obviously dissatisfied with how this man called him, he frowned, and said while throwing a dozen spells on the door: "This is my family honor, Muggle, put away your arrogance... "

"Shut up." Moriarty squinted his eyes and shouted. Even though he didn't have any strange abilities, the Dark Emperor had his own aura after all.He turned his head to look at Jarvis, and he knew that there was another one inside from the flashing light on the man's heart, and said, "I'm sorry I can't entertain you, now get out of here, I don't think you will want to see what happens next things."

"Okay." Without the slightest hesitation, Tony flew through the ceiling and left. Moriarty stared at the big hole above his head, speechless.

That bastard Stark, if he had known, he had tricked Jarvis here!

Snape, who had been silent all this time, stood up: "We can leave now, but I think you will give me an explanation later."

"I think I will, dear Snape, you know how much I miss you." Regardless of Malfoy's cannibalistic gaze, Moriarty turned around and hugged Snape's slender waist, He rubbed against him, left without hesitation before the black-haired man kicked him away, and strode upstairs.

He pushed open the door of Sherlock's bedroom and saw Sherlock playing the violin. The man was not surprised by Moriarty's panic at all. He looked up at Moriarty: "I think you can hand me over Get out, Jim, I have good qualities for a hostage."

"You are a hostage, Mr. Holmes, and I don't want to hand you over now." Moriarty walked up to Sherlock, and since Sherlock was sitting, Moriarty could look down at the Man, "Besides, not only do I not want to hand you over, I also want to take you away, no matter heaven or hell."

Sherlock frowned, looked at Moriarty, and saw the nervous smile on the man's face that he hadn't seen in a long time.

Jim Moriarty has never been a kind person. He possesses incomparable intellect and a talent for crime beyond the reach of ordinary people. His greatest feature is that he is crazy, active, and fearless of life and death.He can play games with his own life, but he likes to play with other people's lives.

As long as he can win, he is willing to pay any price.

Moriarty grabbed Sherlock's wrist, and his brown-black eyes became jet black now: "Detective, I think our trip to Australia is over, you can choose to follow me, or die here .”

"Nobody wants to die." Sherlock looked at Moriarty, "But I don't think I'll survive if I go with you."

"Hehe, you have to know that I am a thoughtful person, such as this manor, how many explosives I planted in the ground, I think that would be a number you don't want to know." Every word Moriarty spit out The words are like venom, which makes people afraid. He leaned closer to Sherlock, and his lips almost touched the corners of his lips, "As long as I want, I can destroy everything here, including you. Phew~ I flew up , it will be beautiful just thinking about it.”

Sherlock would not doubt the accuracy of his words, because Moriarty could do such a thing.He frowned and said in a low voice, "You madman."

Moriarty lightly bit Sherlock's cheek indifferently, and smiled simply after biting a tooth mark, "I have already been."

At this time, there was a knocking sound on the door, and Moriarty left Sherlock abruptly, and then walked out the door.Sherlock had no choice at all. This manor house was built very high, and jumping from here would only lead to a dead end. He didn't want to jump a second time, so he simply followed Moriarty.

Moriarty glanced out from the hole that asked you to rush out, and found that the first floor was empty. There were collisions and gunshots from the door. He frowned, and led Sherlock up to the attic.In the attic is the power generation device of the entire manor, and there is a small window.

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock watched as Moriarty locked the door, feeling something was wrong.

Moriarty looked back at Sherlock, curled his lips, and smiled as simple and clean as a child: "I imagined that you would be taken away by Anthea no matter what, even if I could take you away from here, but Obviously your brother can do everything, which is annoying. But I don't want you to be taken away, you know, little Jim has no friends, and life is much more interesting with you."

"...you want to blow me up." Sherlock put his hands behind his back and grabbed the pistol on his waist.

But Moriarty rushed forward, hugged Sherlock's body tightly, and smiled ferociously after pressing him to the ground: "Yes, I want to blow you up, my dear detective, although it's very disgraceful." , but explosions are art, and I think you'll like it."

Sherlock struggled fiercely, but because he was held down, he couldn't use his strength, so he could only lift his foot and kick Moriarty on the stomach to get away.Moriarty was unable to win due to his height disadvantage. He saw that Sherlock had touched the edge of the window, and Jean suddenly lifted the cover of the generator next to him, and there was a twist inside.

There is no countdown to press and twist, press it down, that is when everything will be wiped out.

"Jim!" At this moment, the window was suddenly opened from the outside, and Moriarty saw Jarvis's face.

This made Moriarty stunned for a moment, but immediately, he came back to his senses and pressed down hard.

"Explosion, go!" Sherlock only had time to say this, but his voice was covered by the rumbling explosion.

Moriarty felt that the house was collapsing, and everything was about the same as he expected, but since it is life, there will be variables, such as Jarvis being blown away, such as the two wizards sitting on strange brooms, such as, That Sherlock who suddenly started to glow.

The original blue-green eyes were covered by gold, the black hair gradually became white on the other side, and the humanoid body was gradually elongated, and two white wings were displayed on the back. Moriarty looked at Sherlock The whole process of changing from a human to a horse seems to be very long, but in fact it only takes a moment.

"Apparate!"

The last thing that rushed into Moriarty's ears was a low and pleasant voice, a beautiful voice different from Sherlock's, very recognizable.Moriarty thought, Snape, didn't you say you can't use magic?God, are you going to teleport me to a weird place?I just want to force Sherlock to see what species he is, not really want to blow myself up... Those bombs can't threaten this attic at all...

But Moriarty, who had already started to die, obviously deceived many people, including Snape.Just when Moriarty felt his whole body being pulled and squeezed, he saw the transformed Sherlock flying out of the window, with a pure white body and white wings, holy and beautiful, But the golden eyes that looked at Moriarty with bones were shining with the coldness and arrogance that Moriarty was familiar with.

Before disappearing, Moriarty smiled, looking smug.

The big detective with a long face is indeed a horse.Well, a horse with wings... a unicorn if you call it a unicorn.

☆、65·Green Eyes and Black

It doesn't feel good to be teleported away. The whole body seems to be stretched after being crushed, and every joint is screaming and uncomfortable.Moriarty didn't know if all magic was so strange, or if there was a problem with Snape's unstable magic power in his belly, anyway, he just felt as uncomfortable as if he had been slapped flat. .

But this feeling didn't last long. When Moriarty was thrown to the ground, he was very grateful that what he touched was solid ground, not the sea or the mouth of a monster.

The sadness in his body caused Moriarty to let out thin groans of pain. He sat up covering his head, looked around, and then froze suddenly.

This green-eyed guy in front of him...

"Why are you here?" Loki put down the cup of black tea, his brows furrowed.

Moriarty blinked and looked left and right. The furnishings here were clearly an office, and Loki was wearing neat suits and leather shoes, and his black hair was combed meticulously.Sitting up with his hands on the floor, Moriarty looked bewildered: "Where am I?"

Loki looked at him with green eyes, clearly surprised that Moriarty had fallen straight from the ceiling.Standing up from the comfortable chair, Rocky walked in front of Moriarty and said condescendingly: "You are in my law firm, Mr. Moriarty. Since you didn't make an appointment, I think you have to bear the burden of double duty." times the consultation fee, three hundred pounds per hour, please pay first and then talk, thank you."

Moriarty tilted his head, and his drowsy head immediately regained consciousness.Standing up abruptly, Moriarty patted the dust off his body, looked at Loki with a smile and said, "Rocky Cookie, long time no see~ It looks like you're doing well~"

"Cash or credit card." Rocky said mercilessly.

Moriarty showed an exaggerated expression, covered his heart with one hand and pointed at Loki with a hurt look on his face: "Is this how you treat our relationship? God, for God's sake..."

"If you say one more nonsense, I will throw you out." Loki's voice paused, "Friendly reminder, this is the 53rd floor."

Moriarty stopped abruptly. From Loki's expression at the moment, he could tell that this man would really do what he said.

The original expression of dissatisfaction disappeared without a trace, Moriarty found a seat with a smile and sat down, crossing his legs and looking at it with a somewhat leisurely meaning: "You can start the timer, little Rocky, I think I always I'll think of a way to give you money." As he said that, Moriarty shrugged, "It's only three hundred pounds an hour, Loki, your business is really getting better and better."

Loki snorted softly, obviously very satisfied with the performance of Moriarty, who was obedient and no longer mad.After casually pressing the timing device on the table, Loki simply sat on the table, raised his hands around his chin and said, "Speak."

The suit trousers wrapped around the long legs, and the shirt buttons were firmly buttoned to the top one. Regarding Loki's current posture, Moriarty touched his nose unconsciously: "It seems that the days between you and that big man I had a very happy time..."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Moriarty immediately corrected his expression, and said, "I stayed in Australia for a while, the scenery there is very nice, I recommend you to take a vacation too. But remember to stay away from those cute looking kangaroos For one thing, they're actually pretty brutal... well, pretty brutal."

Loki reached out and picked up the black book on the side, and said slowly: "If you are just selling travel routes to me, please go out."

"Of course not, my dear Loki, although this meeting took me by surprise... But it is obviously a great thing to see you." Moriarty smiled and narrowed his eyes, "I am Australia sees a little iron man, Tony Stark, I think you should know."

Loki paused his pen slightly, frowned slightly, and looked at Moriarty with emerald eyes.

Moriarty shrugged: "Of course, I didn't say anything about you, but I think it won't be too long before they arrive. Also, it seems that Mycroft Holmes has disappeared recently, I think You should be able to tell me some details."

"It has nothing to do with me, and I haven't received any commission related to it." Loki turned the pen, and the black signature pen swirled back and forth on his finger on the spot.

Moriarty smiled and held his chin: "You know, dear Rocky, in view of the actual long-term goal of a certain famous sheriff, and the lover of that sheriff is Mr. Holmes, I think You'll have everything about them, everything, no doubt about it."

Rocky twitched his mouth: "It seems that the kangaroos in Australia didn't let your head be eaten."

"Unfortunately, I had a good time there." Moriarty still smiled amiably.

Loki put the pen and notebook aside, looked at Moriarty and said, "Mycroft disappeared three days ago, at the place where he disappeared, unfortunately, in front of poor Inspector Lestrade."

Moriarty whistled, and he could imagine how frightened the kind detective must have been.

Loki ignored Moriarty's flattery, and continued: "As for who did it, I don't want to know, but it's obviously not an ordinary person." Then, Loki glanced at Moriarty, "Because of your Disappearances, mutants, American spies, German spies, and the occasional M16, all roaming the streets of London."

"It has nothing to do with me." Moriarty raised his hands to show his innocence.

But Luo Ji sneered: "Don't underestimate the fighting power of your cohabitant, he has been involved in many cases, which has brought me a lot of income."

The expression on Moriarty's face changed slightly after hearing this, and he muttered in a low voice: "Sebastian?" His lover is upright and rigid, and Moriarty can believe that he will leave M16, but according to Under normal circumstances, he either entered the military camp or found a stable job, waiting for him to go back to settle accounts with him, but obviously the logical description did not match the facts.

"About him, you can go and see for yourself. Of course, it's easy to find him. He lives in the same room you used to live in." Loki drank his black tea and continued, "The house on Baker Street has been taken over by you. Mrs. Maxime's men were blown up, and he lived in the house you used to rent, Mrs. Maxime. Oh, of course, after Mrs. Maxime's death, that room was left to his nephew, and Mr. Moran paid for it It was a lot of money, believe me, and since his account with M16 was frozen, I can totally suspect his source of funds."

"My Moran family is very rich," Moriarty subconsciously retorted, "Even if he doesn't, I will make him very rich!"

Loki raised his eyebrows: "It seems that I have to re-evaluate the relationship between you."

Moriarty stood up angrily, with an angry expression on his face: "He is mine! Although he may be cheated away now... But he is mine! I will snatch him back. That idiot .”

Loki pressed the timing device casually, looked at the time on it and said: "You are very lucky, it will be less than an hour, remember to transfer the money to my account."

"I see, the vampire of capitalism." Moriarty was about to go out angrily, but when he put his hand on the doorknob, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and smiled, " But, little Loki, I think the ornament on your neck is pretty."

Loki looked at him with a "probably sick" expression on his face.

Moriarty shrugged his shoulders and walked out as if relieved. Loki frowned and stopped thinking about him, and sat back at the large desk to process the files.But immediately, he realized what was going on, and covered his neck with his hand.

Pulling out his phone—163, he always drops these little things—Rocky turned on the front camera, and clearly saw the red mark on his neck.

Shallow, obviously from that morning someone took a reckless bite.

Loki slammed the phone down on the table, his face turned black, and at this moment, the phone rang, and Lokika connected without looking at it: "Speak!"

"...Uh, Loki? Why are you so angry..." Thor's voice came from the other side of the phone.

This obviously fueled the fire in Loki's heart, he gritted his teeth and said, "You just wait and see, damn it." Saying that, he threw the phone violently against the wall.

163 mobile phones were declared useless, the secretary outside the door sighed, took out mobile phone No. 164, reached out to touch it, and then knocked on the door boldly: "Boss, I'm here to deliver something."

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Thor stared blankly at the mobile phone with a busy tone, with a confused look on his face.

"Hey, what's the matter?" The black-haired man sitting next to him shook his hand in front of Thor, and teased, "Your baby brother showed your face again?"

Thor reached out and pulled the opponent's handcuff away: "Don't call him that, Sirius, that's why Loki doesn't like you."

Sirius Black raised his hand, but the smile on his face remained undiminished.He picked up his glass and took a sip, then said with a smile: "Come on, you have a younger brother and I have a younger brother, and I think they have similar tempers. That kid Regulus always makes me look bad, sorry I have to Come here every day and wait for him..." As he spoke, he curled his lips, "He's not a child anymore, he can know the way home."

Thor set the wine glass in front of him and sighed.They all come from Asgard, but Thor obviously can't fight wits with people like Loki, but fortunately he met Sirius, this seemingly foolish man has a lot of bars, and the rare thing is that he has a sincere temperament , and Thor, without any identification, was hired by Sirius because of his openness.

Always find something to do, Thor's ideal is to support himself and Loki, although their wages are a bit different now...

"I guess you're going to fail the lottery again when you come tomorrow," Sirius chinned and looked at Thor. "You say you're a Gryffindor, why are you looking for a Slytherin? Except for my poor godson, You are second."

Already used to Sirius using such strange adjectives to describe people, Thor smiled, obviously happy and unwilling to explain.Although he himself knew that when he went back, he probably wouldn't end well.

Sirius had an expression of "you are hopeless", but didn't say any more, but said: "Regulus is coming back, please help me watch here," he said, standing up, He muttered, "Lucius, that vampire, let Regulus do the messy work for him when he wasn't working. He deserves to be scolded by the snot-nosed man every day."

Thor went in one ear and went out the other, not hearing a word.

Not long after Sirius left, his cell phone rang, and Thor picked it up to check, it was a text message, a familiar number.

'Big hammer, I'm in London.Also, the air in London is so bad that Jarvis has warned me several times. '

☆、66·Jim's Bear Pillow

Moriarty didn't have any delays, he didn't even have any disguise or cover up, he just put on the black overcoat he was used to wearing in Australia, wrapped himself up tightly, and then found a phone booth and walked in.

His own experience of falling into London was miraculous. If anyone could notice something that he didn't even realize, it would be Mycroft Holmes who controls the monitoring system of the whole UK. Live or die don't know.

London is a red city, although it is always foggy, but bright red telephone booths and double-decker buses are always everywhere.Moriarty found a phone booth with no pressure at all, went in, dropped in the only coin he had in his body - which he left to test his luck - and dialed a number.

After only one ring, the phone was connected: 'BOSS! '

"Calm down, my little Parker, it's a pleasure to hear your voice." Moriarty leaned against the booth with a smile on his face, twirling the red telephone wire with his fingertips, his tone jumping and brisk, " I am very satisfied that you still keep this number and your loyalty to me, which is really rare."

'You will always be my belief, BOSS. '

Moriarty raised his eyebrows: "It seems that I have been away for more than a year, little Parker, you have learned a lot of nice words to make me happy, which is really good." Before Parker could speak, Moriarty continued Said, "I've just returned to London, and I need to see you tomorrow night, with the leader of the puppet you have found."

Parker's voice on the other side of the phone paused, and then he responded: 'Yes BOSS, I will bring him. '

Moriarty pursed his lips, obviously dissatisfied with Parker's momentary hesitation, but he couldn't ask for perfection. Moriarty is a tolerant boss, especially when dealing with loyal subordinates. He always has something that others don't have. Patience: "Looking forward to meeting tonight, my little Parker~" After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, opened the door and walked out.

Today is a rare good weather, but the sun can not dispel the long-standing cold.Moriarty was used to being warm and dry, and the sudden switch made him uncomfortable.Now he feels that he can continue with a cup of hot black tea, or coffee, even milk, anything is fine.

He still remembered the soap opera he had watched saying that people can't always be wandering and helpless. When they get old, they have to find someone to settle down and live a happy life.

Jim tightened his windbreaker, raised his head, and narrowed his eyes slightly to look at the sun.

What an old man thinks... but if someone offered me a cup of black tea now, I might just follow him.

The weather in London was still so wet and cold that Moriarty missed being at his estate.

Maybe I'll go back there when I'm old, drive a tractor during the day and ride a horse at night, maybe find someone to keep me company... who knows.

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When Moriarty strolled to the house he rented, it was already evening, and the afterglow of the sun dyed the whole street blood red.

He looked at the doorway that had been cleaned up, and thought that the top would be clean too. His Moran always liked doing housework so much.Speaking of which, even Mrs. Vincent's craftsmanship can't compare to his Moran...

Wait a minute, Mrs. Vincent once said that he and Sherlock are of the same race, and Sherlock is a mutant of a unicorn, so is Mrs. Vincent a real unicorn?=口=

Moriarty rubbed his head and muttered to himself, "It's been too long since the comfortable days, and I can't move my head anymore." Thinking that I lived with two magical creatures for more than a year, I was still a little bit young. Excited, Moriarty shrugged, stopped thinking about it, walked up the stairs and looked at the door.

This door has obviously not been replaced, and there are traces of the blood splatter being removed.

Regarding this very unwise behavior, Moriarty raised his eyebrows, turned his head left and right, and then reached out to touch the high window sill.There was a tile on the window sill, which looked as if it had been discarded, with a thick layer of dust on it. Moriarty lifted it up and took out a key from underneath.

Leave a spare key by the door, Moriarty is no exception.

Thanks to the common sense of the almighty stupid common man.

Opened the door with the key and it went smoothly.Moriarty turned around and closed the door, then locked it from the inside with a key, and then put the key in his pocket without any intention of putting it back.He looked around, and there was only a pair of slippers on the shoe cabinet at the door, an umbrella on the wall, and a mural at the door, oh, this was bought when they went to the supermarket together, it's so good.

Full of joy, Moriarty walked up the stairs, but he felt something strange just before he opened the living room door.

It's a smell, very familiar.

The taste of blood.

Moriarty stretched out his hand and turned the doorknob, and what he saw was a neat and clean living room, the furnishings were exactly the same as when they were on Baker Street.The only difference was the bear pillow that was placed on the single sofa, the pillow that Moriarty liked very much, but now it was gone.

The smell of blood became more and more intense, Moriarty walked in with a frown, and found a half-burned shirt in the fireplace.Apparently, it belonged to Moran, and only that man would wear such a formal white shirt in modern London.And most of the shirt was covered in blood, which was unusual.

Moriarty didn't bother to pick up the shirt, and he even took care to make sure the traces of his entry were erased along the way.

Since he has the strength to burn the shirt, it proves that he is still alive.Moriarty turned his head into the kitchen carelessly, opened the refrigerator, and began to study what to eat.

God, he was starving to death.Perhaps this and the pasta were just left over?Moriarty took it out and sniffed it, then gleefully threw it into the microwave, it was good.

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It was already midnight when Moran returned home.

The residence on Baker Street has been completely blown up by him, and there is no residence on the opposite side of the crisis. You know, Rocky and Watson are good neighbors, and Moran doesn't want to cause trouble for them.

And before blowing it up, Moran took a few things that Moriarty liked.He didn't find his lover's body, so he bought an empty cemetery where Moriarty's bear pillow was buried.Dr. Watson helped him a lot in these matters, and the good doctor obviously felt he didn't know what Moriarty was doing, so he was able to help Moran with his sadness and give some useful advice. suggestion.

Moran respected the good doctor very much. Even if he wanted to kill the two brothers of the Holmes family, the good doctor was always very likable, and they had an astonishing consistency in their attitudes towards each other.

After leaving, Moran found a residence, which used to be Moriarty's residence. Moran had never been here when Moriarty lived here, but it was obviously a good place to live.

As a soldier, Moran has an extremely tenacious quality of will. As a spy, Moran always controls people's hearts in a subtle way. As a lover, Moran admits that he is not qualified. He is not stupid. His Moria The reason why Dee chose to leave him is because of his concealment.Moran has never had a real rest for more than a year. He needs to beware of Mycroft, keep in touch with Eric at all times, and the Germans who may come to him at any time.

As a German military officer, he has the title of British military officer, and now he is working for a Jew, Mo Lanxiang, no matter which side catches him, he will end up dead without a place to die.

But in the end, he wanted someone's life, and this kind of thought has supported him to the present, even though he is still alive.

After opening the door with a key, Moran leaned on the door lightly, covering his shoulders, but he didn't want to lean on it with his whole body.Moriarty was a bit of a clean freak, he wouldn't like blood in these places, he wouldn't.Moran changed his slippers and walked upstairs slowly, with his back straight and his walking posture correct. He still had good insight, but maybe the wound on his body distracted part of his attention, or maybe it was the dress here that made him feel uncomfortable. Too relaxed, Moran missed many small details.

For example, there are some crooked murals at the door, obvious scratches on the staircase wall, and clear fingerprints on the doorknob.

When Moran entered the living room, his first reaction was to look at the sofa. He always expected that there would be someone sitting here. The black-haired man would nest here, thinking of some bad ideas, with a nice smile.

But, as always, there was nothing, and the emptiness made his wound hurt more and more.

What are you looking forward to?Is it a miracle?

Moran closed his eyes slightly, it's better not to expect some unrealistic things.

Holding his shoulders into the bathroom, Moran turned on the light and took out the medicine and bandages from the small cabinet beside him.He took off his shirt, sprinkled some medicinal powder on his shoulders, bit one end of the bandage with his teeth, and wrapped the other side around his shoulder.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from outside.Moran's body froze suddenly, and he didn't bother to tie the bandage, so he grabbed the pistol on the side and walked out.After turning off the light in the bathroom, Moran narrowed his eyes, trying to adapt himself to the darkness as soon as possible, and then walked along the wall.

The bedroom door was slightly open, and Moran pushed it open gently, then raised the gun sharply.

But it was not the enemy who greeted him, but the person who was tightly wrapped in the quilt on the bed.The posture of tucking himself together under the quilt was so familiar that Moran walked over and opened it almost without thinking.

And immediately, a muttering and complaining sounded: "Sebastian, I know you miss me, but can you let me sleep? God, I'm going to be exhausted..."

The author has something to say: First of all, I think I can imagine Moran taking off his shirt and applying medicine to himself, that kind of biting the strap and then