I have special killing skills

The picture wrapped around the head on the shoulder...【God

Secondly, regarding Moran's purchase of Moriarty's pillow, I said, I know you are very sad, but with Mo Niang here, this novel is only a three-second rhythm of sadness [Turn head

Finally, Mo Niang!Is it really good for you to directly eat other people's food, drink other people's food and sleep with other people's food!As a person marked for death, can you be more professional!

Mo Niang: ...QAQ scoundrel, you scare me

Lianzi: =A=What!

Mo Niang: QAQ I want to make shoes out of your leather, wow!Parker give me the knife!

Lianzi: ...I was wrong, go away!

☆、67·Night in London

In the past, Moran had prayed that one day he would return his little Jim, the man who always had a cute smile but was extremely vicious, looking down on Moran's heart like poison, even if Moran forgot everything, and when he saw Moriarty, he still wanted to get close.

He is a German, strict, old-fashioned, harsh, almost unreasonable, but people will have weaknesses, and Moran's weakness is undoubtedly Moriarty.

He never hides this weakness, because Moran is confident that he can protect him.

But that doesn't mean he can stop Moriarty from using himself to hurt him.

When he saw Moriarty sticking the gun into his mouth without hesitation, Moran even felt that this man was taking revenge on him, and that his little Jim would hurt him by destroying himself, and Moriah Dee just wanted to destroy his favorite things for him to see.

If so, Moriarty did it, he destroyed Moran, this once strong and invincible man was instantly crushed.

But in any case, Moran is still Moran, he has a willpower like steel.Even when he was attending Moriarty's funeral where only he was invited, Moran remained calm and never relaxed.

However, on this ordinary night, the black-haired man curled up in the quilt successfully broke all of Moran's insistence with just a simple sentence.

Moran clutched the quilt tightly with his hands, looked at Moriarty, and said nothing.The moonlight streamed in from the window, illuminating the ground, Moran could clearly see his own reflection from Moriarty, his face was distorted, it seemed to be laughing and crying at the same time.

Then, in the next second, Moran confirmed his expression.

Because he felt a cold liquid rolling down the corner of his eye, sliding down his cheek, and finally dripping from his chin.

Slightly loosening his hands, Moran took a step forward, half-kneeled on one knee on the bed, and stretched out his hands to hold Moriarty's face.His little Jim was whole, looking unharmed, warm to the touch, and oh, he seemed a little fatter than he was.Moran lowered his head, and pressed his cold lips to the top of Moriarty's head, kissing him lightly but firmly.

Moriarty stretched out his hand and pushed him: "Sebastian, I'm tired, stay away from me..."

"Don't move, Jim." Moran gently tapped Moriarty's back with the muzzle of his gun. He could feel the body of the man in his arms froze suddenly, which made Moran bend his lips.Moving his eyes down, he looked at Moriarty, who was a little surprised, and said, his voice was as low and attractive as before, "Don't talk, my Jim, your voice will remind me of your deception."

Moriarty blinked, he understood Moran's words.In fact, he was not surprised that Moran guessed that he had tricked him by feigning death, because Moriarty had no intention of hiding it at all, but it was obvious that Moran's reaction was not what he expected.

This man, no matter on the battlefield or on Baker Street, is obedient enough. He will respect any decision made by Moriarty, and he will guard him resolutely. Moriarty once hated his deception, but Moran Moriarty was chosen between his allegiance and Moriarty.

That's nice, and at least for Moriarty, it's proving itself to be important.

It is precisely knowing this importance that Moriarty will spend infinitely.People always like to squander the feelings of those who love them, and they always think that this kind of feeling is infinite, but often it turns out that you can indeed get some joy in the game, but the final result is often unexpected.As it was now, it hardly ever occurred to Moriarty that Moran's gun would be on him.

Even though the tears on this man's face still left traces, and the love in his eyes never weakened, the black muzzle of the gun could not be faked at all.

During the time I was away, he was led badly.Moriarty frowned and came to this conclusion naturally, but he didn't have time to verify it.

Because, the gun had been inserted along the hem of his jacket, touching the skin of his back lightly, the cold metal feeling made Moriarty's back go numb, he stared at Moran, But he saw the undisguised desire on Moran's face.

I seem to drive him crazy.The moment Moriarty thought of this sentence again, he grabbed onto the man's body with hands and feet, and fixed his eyes on Moran.Moran looked down at him, and pressed Moriarty hard on the soft bed. The soft pillows were pushed up by them, covering their heads firmly. Moriarty tried hard to Look at Moran's expression, but he can't see anything because of the darkness.

However, he could hear Moran's voice, so deep, so beautiful, and so...dangerous.

"I thought you were dead, yes, who wouldn't believe such a resolute death?" Moran put his head on Moriarty's neck, and when he spoke, the hot air sprayed on his collarbone, "But I Your body was not found, I was on the streets of London for three days, I wanted to find you, Jim, but you were gone, I couldn't find it. Germans don't die at their own guns, even if I wanted to do that."

Moriarty wanted to give this man a hug, but he remained motionless, because the pistol Moran was holding had already touched his inner thigh, not lightly but not hard.

Moran didn't stop his narration, and the man's steady voice almost made Moriarty ignore how desperate he had been: "But Jim, you deceived me, after I gave my soul to Satan, You tell me it's all deceit. How ridiculous, my Jim, when you're obviously very clever and I'm stupid."

Moriarty gritted his teeth. He is now certain that his Moran has a disease, not amnesia, but a mental illness that is countless times more serious than that.

Moriarty's eyes and brows were slowly crawled up with unprecedented emotion, which was regret.

This kind of regret was not because he had cheated this man, even if Moriarty would do it again.Moriarty was regretting why the driver felt sad now, felt distressed, felt... sorry.

Sherlock had said he had no heart, and Moriarty thought he had no heart.

But it seems that he is an ordinary person after all.

Weaving a net called love firmly, it caught this man, and also caught himself.Moriarty knew that he had made a mistake, just as he expected Loki to make a mistake, and this revenge was unsuccessful because he was not happy.

Don't bother with the pistol anymore, Moriarty thought that even if Moran went crazy and beat him to death, he had to do something anyway.He opened his mouth, and bit Moran's shoulder firmly until the bite bleeds. Then, he looked up at Moran's eyes as deep as the sea, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Captain, I lied to you, Fooled you, dragged you into a dark swamp, but I want to know, do you still love me?"

Moran held his hand tightly, then loosened. The tall German man stared at the black-haired man without speaking for a long time. Finally, Moran said lightly: "I never gave up loving you."

"Then before you kill me, I want to do something." Moriarty grabbed the pillow and threw it away, then hugged Moran's neck fiercely, pulled hard, and pulled the man's face to myself.

Biting his lip, he took off the disgusting looking clothes as quickly as possible.

No matter when, little Jim can always find the most suitable solution, and any conflict between lovers can be resolved in one way.

Moran didn't refuse, and he didn't want to refuse. Even though his injured shoulder was so painful that the protagonist was gone, he still couldn't refuse Moriarty.

This man was poison, sweet poison, and Moran hadn't found a solution yet.

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Loki waved his hand indifferently, and the image in front of him disappeared instantly.

He really shouldn't expect anything from that guy named Moriarty. He thought he could see Moran beating him up in an inappropriate violent scene, but in the end, it developed into another kind of inappropriate violence.

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, Loki heard a sound in the bathroom.Turning his head, he saw Thor walking out with a bath towel around his waist. Loki raised his eyebrows. Even though he disliked this brainless guy, it is undeniable that her figure is really damn good-looking.

There was a strange gleam in those green eyes, which were covered by a layer of steam the moment Thor looked over.This is a habit, a habit that Loki hates, and they are always inseparable. For example, Thor always likes to touch his neck, for example, Loki always has a layer of water in his eyes when Thor looks over.

Loki got up, took a dry towel and said to Thor, "Come here, I'll help you dry your hair."

Thor ran over with a smile, and sat on the sofa in a regular manner, motionless.Loki originally meant a stool, but he didn't say anything when he sat on the sofa, kneeling on Thor's lap with his legs apart, and Loki helped Thor dry his hair with a calm face.Thor blinked his eyes, then laughed, very happy that his brother was close to him, and Thor, who regarded himself as a good brother, was so happy that he couldn't even see his eyes.

"Is work going well today?" Loki asked.

Thor nodded with a smile: "Successful, but when I left, I saw Regulus and Sirius quarreling. To be honest, his brother is the real murderer."

Loki looked indifferent, kneading his fingers neither light nor heavy: "It's Sirius who is too stupid."

Thor shrugged, he has now learned not to refute his brother's words, and what Loki said is always right, Thor deepened his understanding over and over again.

He wants to be a good brother and bring his younger brother back to Asgard to live their old life.

With his hair dry, Loki wanted to go down, but Thor gently wrapped his arms around his waist.

He looked at Thor, the big blond man looking up at his Loki, and whispered, "Good night kiss."

Loki's face darkened, obviously thinking of the bite this guy had on his neck yesterday.

But maybe Thor's request was too hard, Loki is not willing to refuse now: "Cheek, we agreed."

Thor immediately grinned, nodded quickly, and then rubbed Loki's cheek in Loki's disgusted eyes, it was so soft, rub it again.

Loki raised his head slightly, looked at the ceiling, and put his fingers lightly on Thor's hair.The freshly washed hair is soft and comfortable, Loki's scene is tangled in it, and there is no emotion in the foggy green eyes.

"Brother, will you go home with me?"

Loki smiled softly: "Thor, I said, don't call me brother."

Thor didn't speak any more, just hugged him gently, not wanting to let go.

Loki didn't move, just straightened his back, but there was irony in his eyes.Thor, my brother, can you tell the difference, what is the goodnight kiss you want?

☆、68·Hello, love

The moment Moriarty opened his eyes, he was grateful that he could still see the beautiful sunlight.

I tried to sit up with my hands, but I felt weak all over, especially my waist and legs. When I moved a little, I felt numb and painful, which was very uncomfortable.Moriarty gritted his teeth and gasped, replaying what happened yesterday one by one in his head.

One word to describe the scene is brutal.

To use one word to describe them is that people use knives and I use fish.

Moriarty simply fell back on the bed, motionless like a dead body.His movement alarmed the men outside. Moran pushed the door and walked in, wearing dark blue pajamas. Seeing that Moriarty had woken up, he walked over and sat sideways on the bedside: "I'll do it." dinner."

Apparently, these few words stimulated Moriarty's fragile nerves, and he glared at Moran: "You said, dinner?"

Moran nodded, and said with an indifferent face: "You have been asleep all day."

Moriarty sat up abruptly, and then firmly grabbed Moran's arm—if he didn't do so, he would fall back again—that pair of brown and black eyes were firmly fixed on Moran's clear blue eyes, He almost squeezed out a sentence from the gap between his teeth: "Who do you think I slept all day because of?"

"Because you lied to me." Moran has never concealed it, and he is not used to comforting him, but it is obvious that Moran is not stupid, and he knows how to get the best result in this situation.

Moriarty fell silent like a discouraged ball, and only stared at Moran.Moran thought he was still losing his temper, the magnanimous Mr. Moran stretched out his hand and gently hugged Moriarty's shoulder, while Moriarty squinted his eyes, and seemed to put his palm on Moran inadvertently. on the heart.

Smooth, firm, without any mess.

It seemed that his Moran had vented his temper in the process of tossing him, and now he was very peaceful and stable, so Moriarty let go of his last heart and curled the corners of his lips.

"My dear Moran," he let go of his hand, and he touched Moran's face, "You have made me unhappy, and I am looking forward to meeting you again, and for this reason I have crossed the ocean from far away Came to see you, but you're obviously not happy, and that doesn't make me happy."

Moran didn't speak, he seemed to be weighing the sincerity of Moriarty's words.

And this hesitation made Moriarty raise his eyebrows, love is always blind, but his Moran has obviously passed the blind period, and began to use the little head that can turn and is not flexible.That's bad, and to Moriarty, it's a sign that he's not attractive enough, and the realization is frustrating.

So Moran didn't want to give Moran time to think at all.He rubbed forward and rubbed again, until he was in Moran's arms, then he smiled and said, "But I'm very generous, as long as you take me to... dinner, I'll forgive you." The voice paused , Moriarty leaned close to Moran's ear, and blew softly, "As long as you promise me, I swear that I will never leave you again, forever."

"Get dressed." Moran felt the man's naked body under the bed sheet, and the tips of his ears were red.

Moriarty saw the man's ears, and his smile grew brighter.Stretching out his hand to pinch Moran's ear, Moriarty lay on Moran's body like a koala, his voice was soft and steamy: "Take me, Sebastian, I don't want to move. "

Moran sighed, after all, he had nothing to do with Moriarty.

Even though the man still didn't explain why he left, Moran didn't have the courage to ask.Yes, courage, it's important.He wanted to know, but he didn't dare to know, because his little Jim had actually come back to him and promised never to leave.

If that answer wasn't what he wanted, would his little Jim have escaped in one go?Moran didn't know.The no-nonsense German man never knew right from wrong, and he always seemed to be the wrong one with little Jim.

"Forever", this is a great temptation, like a piece of sugary syrup hanging in his mouth, he can eat it as long as he opens his mouth, Moran doesn't want to push him away again.

Bending slightly, Moran picked up Moriarty by the waist and walked towards the living room.

"There will be no next time, Jim." Moran's voice was low and muffled from his throat.

Moriarty could ignore his involuntary sadness when he heard these words. He hugged Moran's neck, put his face against it, and said softly, "I promise."

I promise not to lie to you again, my Moran, because I have lost more than I gained by lying to you.

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After dinner, Moriarty got tired of it for a while and put on his clothes, which were still the ones he wore yesterday, but they smelled of mint and sunshine, presumably they had been washed by this person up.

Thinking of the scene of Mo Lan honestly washing clothes while he was sleeping, Moriarty felt inexplicably happy.

"What's for dinner tomorrow?" Just like before, Moran sat on the sofa, while Moriarty lay on his lap, watching boring news programs with him.

"Let me think about it..." Moriarty rubbed his chin, thought for a while, then looked up, "I want noodles, no green beans, fried broccoli, and two chicken nuggets with sweet and spicy sauce .”

Moran reached out and rubbed Moriarty's short black hair with a calm expression, "Don't keep eating fried junk food."

Moriarty pouted. Mrs. Vincent took care of his diet in Australia. Mrs. Vincent was old and always liked to cook some healthy recipes, so he always ate boiled or stewed food, and occasionally Fish and chips is a miracle that can only be seen once a month. Now that I have finally come back, of course I am eager to eat oil and meat.

"It's agreed that there are only two yuan, and I won't do more."

Evidently, his Moran had once again succumbed to little Jim's silent coquetry.Moriarty happily put his finger on his lips, and then put it on the corner of Moran's mouth after talking, and said with a smile: "Indirect kiss."

The corners of Moran's eyes twitched, apparently very uncomfortable with Moriarty's innocent behavior.He grabbed Moriarty's still hand and licked his palm lightly, making the itchy Moriarty giggle.

"Sure enough, Moran is the best." Moriarty hugged Moran's waist with his backhand, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said in a soft voice, "I've decided, let's go on vacation after a while, I can find someone who can The guy who gets us anywhere in an instant, you and I will go see the kangaroos, those little guys are always so unfriendly."

"Have you met the pilot's friend?" Moran stroked Moriarty's hair with a calm voice.

Moriarty smiled and counted for him with his fingers: "I know two friends who are pilots, and a dwarf who builds robots. By the way, I also have a horse with wings and a pretty face. long."

Moran watched Moriarty make exaggerated gestures with both hands, and blinked: "It's not a horse with wings, it's a unicorn."

"It's a horse!" Moriarty puffed up his face.

Moran nodded and corrected his point of view without hesitation: "Well, it's a horse."

Rubbing together to watch the news, watching the night fall.Moran stood up and went to the kitchen to make black tea, while Moriarty sat cross-legged on the sofa, looked around, and found another bear pillow on the sofa.Although the color is not quite the same as the original, but the style is similar, which is very good.Smiling, Moriarty took it over and hugged it in his arms, rubbed it, and buried his face in it for rubbing.

so comfortable.

"I'm definitely going to get a dog someday," Moriarty said, continuing to rub his face against the pillow.

"Then you have to go out for a walk." Moran put the teacup on the table. "Or you can go to see Dr. Watson's dog, Coca. His name is Mir."

Moriarty pursed his lips: "I don't want to raise an animal like the great detective, so I'll change it. I raise a rabbit and let it eat every day."

Moran put the black tea with thick milk and sugar into Moriarty's hands, and sat down on the sofa with another cup, letting Moriarty come over again.He stretched out his empty hand to hug Moriarty more tightly, and said in a calm voice, "Don't keep pets anymore."

"What? Do you think I can't raise it well!" Moriarty stared at his beautiful eyes like a cat with blown hair, "I can even raise one...no, three horses!"

"But I have you, and I don't want to raise anything else." Moran said, pressing a kiss on Moriarty's forehead.

Moriarty touched his forehead that was kissed, tilted his head, and muttered, "Sebastian, you've learned badly."

Moran smiled faintly, unconsciously.This was the first smile since they met, Moriarty looked at him and smiled unconsciously.The man with golden dazzling hair seemed to have faded away from the haze of yesterday, and became dazzling again. He lowered his head, nose to nose, and said softly, "My Jim, I didn't learn to be bad, I just know how to do it." Love you."

It is not blindly conniving, nor is it blindly escaping.

I will give you my best, I will entrust my life to you, and I will do my best to protect you.

Listening to Moran's words, Moriarty blinked and blinked again, and suddenly said: "Molan, my heart is beating so fast, am I going to be sick?"

The smile on Moran's face still didn't dissipate. Although he signed the bill, it was warm: "You are not going to be sick, because my heart is beating so fast."

Moriarty laughed, buried his face in Moran's arms, and then, his face was cold and complacent.

Love is possession, control, confinement, and never betrayal.

My regrets, my apologies, my greed, and my willingness are all for you.

If this is love, then unfortunately, my Moran, I am in love with you.

☆、69·Delicious biscuits

When the needle reached nine, Moran gently put the remote control into Moriarty's hand, bowed his head and said, "I'm going out for a while."

"Where are you going?" Moriarty pouted, with a reluctance on his face, his hands tightly hugging Moran's waist.

Moran sighed, and he didn't want to go either, but after all he promised Eric some things, since people have to pay if they want to get it, Moran understands this equivalent exchange very well.He would no longer hide from Moriarty, so he said frankly: "I am struggling in London. In order to get support, I need to temporarily entrust my loyalty to others."

Moriarty wrinkled his nose after hearing this: "This is no fun, my Moran, you are selling your life and glory."

"I used to think it was humiliating, but now that you're here, I appreciate it."

Moriarty blinked, and then smiled showing his white teeth: "You're getting better at saying nice things to make me happy."

Moran's face was still calm, but he just kissed Moriarty's cheek lightly.

Moriarty didn't refuse the polite kiss, he could hear what his Moran was giving.Without Mycroft, Moran still had no freedom. If he wanted to live in this London under Mycroft's eyes, he had to find power to attach himself to so as to get a chance to breathe.Maybe he could leave here, but Moriarty knew why he didn't.

He was waiting to kill, and that person was, most likely, that Mycroft Holmes.

Kissing back lightly, Moriarty said with a smile: "Let's say it first, if you don't come back at twelve o'clock, I won't hold the door for you." Seeing Moran looking at the fireplace, Moriarty snorted. Humph, "I'm going to set fire to the bottom, and if you dare to fall, I'll burn you to death."

"You won't." Moran smiled lightly.

Moriarty glared at him, then snorted, and walked into the bedroom with the biscuits on the table.

Moran went to the bathroom to tighten the bandages on his shoulders, changed into a black shirt, and still wore the black windbreaker, and then pinned the pistol to the back of his waist.After tidying up, he went back to the bedroom and took a look. Moriarty was nestling in the corner of the bed, holding a phone in one hand and eating a biscuit in the other.Moran felt helpless, but it was obviously too late to correct Moriarty's bad habit of eating sweets in bed.

"Remember to brush your teeth before going to bed," Moran instructed.

Moriarty nodded, still biting the biscuit in his mouth.

Moran shook his head, but in the end he didn't try to stop him, and turned and went out the door.Moriarty swallowed the biscuit in his mouth, then threw away the phone, jumped up from the bed and turned off the light, then ran to the window, squatted down, and stretched out his hand to pull the curtain out of a thin slit. look out.

The man in the black windbreaker has a red motorcycle, which looks very handsome.His helmet was gold and red. Moran threw the helmet away, not to be handsome, but to check whether the helmet was safe, and put it on his head after he was sure it was correct.

Moriarty just watched Moran finish all this, and then the man on the motorcycle disappeared into the night in a short while.

Moriarty narrowed his eyes. In fact, he was very glad that Moran was going out tonight. After all, his appointment with Parker was tonight, which saved him the time to make up reasons.Just as he was about to get up, he was suddenly frightened to death by the eyes appearing in the gap between the curtains.

Those eyes were wide open, staring at Moriarty blankly, looking very scary in this empty night.

"Damn it!" Moriarty stepped back subconsciously, and then drew out his gun to shoot, but at this time the curtain was pulled from the outside, and Moriarty stared at the big man coming from Loki "floating" in through the window.

Loki moved his fingers slightly, and the pistol in Moriarty's hand flew directly towards the wall behind him.Moriarty didn't look back, but looked at Loki with a frown, tried to take a deep breath to calm his wounded heart, and then almost roared: "Do you gods like to come out in the middle of the night and pretend to be ghosts to scare people!"

"I thought you weren't afraid of these things." Loki went to a chair beside him and sat down, crossed his right leg over his left, and smiled at Moriarty, apparently his actions just now entertained Lord Cthulhu, "I think You should probably look at the look on your face, it's horrible."

Moriarty gritted his teeth and stared at Loki without saying a word.

Rocky shrugged and said, "First of all, I have the right to appeal against your unfaithful behavior of not transferring money to my card."

Moriarty still didn't speak, in fact he had already forgotten all about it.

Rocky went on: "But if you let me stay here for a few hours, I think our money will be wiped out."

"Give me a reason." Moriarty frowned and sat on the bed, taking a small biscuit to calm himself down.

Loki snorted and pointed out the window: "You may not have noticed that there is a bar diagonally opposite your room, the owner of that bar is Sirius Black, and the only person working there , it's nurse."

"Kachi. So Thor's salary is lower than yours? Kachi Kachi, is that you who have been supporting him?" It's impolite to eat biscuits while talking, but Moriarty obviously didn't think about it. Basic courtesy.

Loki curled his lips indifferently, apparently not caring about this topic.He looked out of the window and said: "Thor just came out in a hurry, saying that something happened in the bar, probably his friend came to him, and there is a little iron man who is difficult to deal with. He is even stupid Forgot about Mjolnir."

"What's that? Kachi."

"His hammer."

"I thought it was a pervert who named his 'hammer'. Kachi. Does his hammer work? Kachi Kachi."

Loki glanced at Moriarty: "I don't have time to tell you bad jokes."

"Me neither." Rocky threw the biscuit back on the plate, then stood up and clapped his hands, "Although I don't like your behavior of scaring me outside the window, I have to say that it's better to go through the window than through the door , even if you are a god, you can't cover up all the traces from Moran's detection. Believe me, he is a professional, and his eyes are definitely not worse than those of the great detective."

"What about your answer?" Loki narrowed his emerald eyes.

Moriarty shrugged: "Rocky Cookie, trust me, you're my friend, so of course I'll help you out, Thor's friends I think I might know two of them - although I I think one Jarvis is worth ten - if you don't want to see them and worry about your brother being abducted, of course, I will let you stay here. After all, our original contract is still not terminated, you helped me Your favor, and I still want to help you complete your revenge plan."

Loki lowered his eyes slightly, but didn't speak.

"Three hundred pounds an hour, you can reach my account, or give cash."

Loki looked up at Moriarty.

"Pay first and talk later, thank you." Moriarty tilted his head with a smile.

Loki snorted softly, took out a card from his arms and slapped it on the table.Moriarty looked at it, and found out to his dismay that it was a black card, the one with no upper limit.

"I hate you, rich guy," Moriarty grumbled as he picked up his coat and put it on.

Loki sneered twice, but didn't speak.

Moriarty looked out the window, and then began to prepare to climb the window and jump out.Rocky behind him raised his eyebrows: "If I'm not mistaken, you want to jump off the building now? Could it be that Mr. Moran treated you too roughly and caused you to commit suicide? As a qualified British citizen, you are completely You can apply for protection, of course, I can help you defend."

"Dear Loki," Moriarty turned his head back, "Even if people all over the world commit suicide, I will not commit suicide. If one day you find that I am dead, it must be homicide. Remember to go to Reis Detective Inspector Drew helped me appeal for my innocence."

Loki curled one corner of his mouth: "I don't have a good relationship with him."

Moriarty smiled, and then said: "Remember not to mess with anything here, otherwise, I will talk to your brother." After finishing speaking, Moriarty fell back suddenly, straight fell out of the window.

Loki walked to the window with an indifferent face, poked his head out, and saw that Moriarty was picked up by a pickup truck downstairs, and he fell directly behind the pickup truck. The airbag thing, and then the car quickly disappeared into the night with Moriarty.

Loki smiled, and said softly: "It's really rare, Moriarty, you have such a loyal subordinate, and you have won his heart without controlling him at all."

As he spoke, his eyes turned to the bar not far away.There were lights on there, and it was very lively, but Loki caught the blond man through the window at a glance.Sitting next to him was a beautiful woman, yes, very beautiful, and among these ants Natasha was the only one Loki admitted was more beautiful.

But that didn't make Loki much happier, because not only Natasha, but also Tony Stark was sitting there, without armor, but Loki knew that the artificial intelligence called Jarvis was watching from nowhere with all this.

He looked at Thor, seeing Thor's hearty laugh, happy expression, and unrestrained expression of ease, all so dazzling.Thor, who was with Loki, may be gentle, maybe cautious, but he has never looked so comfortable.

Loki gently put his hand on the window frame, clenched tightly, his fingertips began to turn white.

cheat, my brother, you