I have special killing skills

Lan frowned and looked at them, put the things he was carrying aside, reached out and grabbed Moriarty's wrist, and pulled it towards him.

Moriarty had already taken advantage of it enough, and naturally he didn't want to make his lover unhappy, so he smiled and narrowed his eyes and looked at Lucius and said, "I hope I didn't cause trouble to you."

The corners of Lucius' eyes twitched, but it was obvious that the aristocratic etiquette taught him to be calm at this moment.Instead, the black-haired man sitting opposite Lucius blinked and said, "Senior, Senior Lucius has a child, can you let me be the godfather?"

"No!" There was another yell, which startled Moriarty, his shoulders trembled, and Moran hurriedly reached out and hugged his little Jim in his arms.

Sirius Black, who was secretly observing the situation behind the bar, couldn't bear it anymore, especially when he heard that the man was going to be the godfather of Snape's child, he stood up abruptly and walked directly from the bar Turning over, strode to the man's side with his hands on the man's shoulders, and looked at Lucius and yelled: "I absolutely don't agree that Regulus was tricked by you! Never!"

Allah, these two are also brothers?Comfortable in Moran's arms, Moriarty blinked his big bright eyes, looked at the farce in front of him with great interest, and said to Thor with great interest: "Thor, give me a drink if you can." wine~"

"Apple juice." Moran reached out and pressed Moriarty's head, and said to Thor.

Moriarty pouted, rationally telling him that it is better to listen to Moran now, otherwise this person might drag him home and miss the good show, so Moriarty reluctantly nodded his head: "Apple juice is apple juice."

Moran rubbed his little Jim's hair as a reward for his obedience.

While they were talking, Lucius had already stood up, and the Mithril Snake Staff in his hand lightly tapped the floor tiles, making a crisp sound, his ice blue eyes narrowed slightly, the delicate As if the carefully sculpted face was full of arrogance, he was arrogant: "Blake, I don't want to hold you accountable for your rudeness to Snape for the sake of Regulus, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to let you interfere with me. Friendship with Regulus," Lucius' voice paused as he spoke, "Friendship with Slytherin, it's not a Gryffindor's turn to speak."

Sirius had never been a meek character, he was rebellious, proud, and conceited, even in those few years in Azkaban he didn't get over his temper.He stared at Lucius and gritted his teeth: "You..."

"Brother," at this time, the sitting man named Regulus gently extended his hand.He has the same hair color and eye color as Sirius, and his face is also [-]% similar, but compared to Sirius' handsome and vicissitudes, Regulus looks much younger and prettier, with relatively soft and pure eyebrows , I saw his white hand gently grasping the corner of Sirius's clothes, raised his head, his face showed a bit of injury, "Don't you like Regulus' friends? Senior is a very good person , why don't you like him?"

Sirius, who was still yelling just now, was like a ball being poked by a needle, and immediately deflated, and his momentum disappeared.He hurriedly squatted down, stretched out his hand and gently stroked Regulus' hair: "Regulus, I'm just afraid that you will be hurt."

Regulus pursed his mouth, and Moriarty was surprised to find that the black-haired man who had just spoken to himself was so aggrieved like a child at the moment: "I know you don't like Slytherin... I know, You called me evil the day I entered Slytherin."

"No, Regulus, I said something wrong." Sirius waved his hands vigorously, as if trying to clear himself of any involvement.

Regulus lowered his head with distrust on his face.

Sirius hurriedly made a smiling face, turning left and right to try to coax his younger brother to have a smiling face. Lucius glanced at it, turned around and sat aside, just across from Moriarty.

Moriarty was enjoying watching the show with an apple in his hand. When he saw Lucius coming over, he put the apple juice on the table with a smile, and said, "Mr. Malfoy, how is Snape?"

Lucius Malfoy is a man of pure blood. Although he can temporarily cooperate with the savior for his own benefit, it does not mean that he will have a good face on a Muggle.But obviously, Moriarty is different from other Muggles, he was saved by his family Severus, and Severus was annoyed for Moriarty's disappearance for three whole days, Lucius didn't He knew whether Severus was unhappy because of his magic riot or because of Moriarty, but obviously, Lucius had reasons to look at Moriarty differently.

This nobleman with beautiful platinum long hair looked up and down at Moriarty with his icy blue eyes, and then at Moran beside him, then raised his chin slightly and made a smirk: " Thank you for your concern, Mr. Moriarty, Seaver is doing well."

"That's good." Moriarty breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Brother Black who was still struggling with each other, and asked, "I don't know who it is?"

"Regulus Black, an excellent pure-blood wizard." Lucius obviously admired this title when he mentioned it. After all, this purebred Slytherin is talented enough, and the Black family behind him is also very talented. Strong enough to cause Regulus to use the man who most fit Malfoy's aesthetics besides Snape.

Moriarty secretly remembered this name. Moriarty, who has seen all kinds of strange races, now has no resistance to Wushi, or in other words, compared to dangerous mutants and elusive aliens People, always seem to be gentle and gentleman.

With a smile on his face, Moriarty said: "I can see that Mr. Black is excellent, especially compared to his elder brother." As he said, Moriarty cast a meaningful look at Thor .

Lucius snorted, "That stupid big dog always feeds his brains to the troll whenever he sees Regulus."

"That's the advantage of having only one brother. Brothers can easily become idiots." Such as Thor and Sirius, Moriarty shrugged, "Unless it's a pervert." Such as Mycroft.

Lucius smirked twice, and was about to speak, but the next second, his face froze.

When the baby Sev is pregnant with comes out, his little dragon will also become an elder brother... Lucius narrowed his eyes and looked at Sirius. The man with a handsome face and a tall figure is now smiling obsequiously, almost turning into Arnie Magus - a big black dog - had come to cheer Regulus up.

Maybe when I go back, I have to go through Xiaolong's aristocratic tutorial again.Lucius secretly settled down the harsh life of his son in the future.

Lucius also needed to discuss with Regulus about the Muggle world during his absence - Sirius never trusted Slytherins in front of his brother - and Morrie Artie knew what she wanted to know, so there was no reason to waste time here.He stood up, said goodbye to Lucius politely, and turned to leave.

When passing Thor, he smiled and said to Thor: "I think Loki will like Mr. Black in the future."

After all, in Moriarty's view, Regulus Black controlled his brother much better than Loki.

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When he got home, Moriarty kicked off his leather shoes, then plunged into the sofa, squirmed his body against the sofa, curled up into the most comfortable position, and didn't want to get up.

Moran put away the things he bought, then took off his coat, warmed his hands by the fireplace, and dispelled the chill from his body. Riati, with a light voice: "Would you like to tell me about those... Mr. Wizards?"

Moriarty blinked and looked up at Moran, "You never asked me this before."

"Yes, you have the freedom to make friends, but I need to make sure they don't hurt you." Moran's slender fingers inserted | into Moriarty's short black hair, and stroked them gently.

Moriarty narrowed his eyes comfortably, and then said with a smile, "They are my new friends, and they look very gentlemanly, and they won't do anything dangerous." Of course not, Moriarty is sure, Those people can cast the most terrifying spells on the Muggles in their mouths without changing their faces or beating their hearts. Of course, except for Voldemort, that man is so arrogant that even casting a spell on a Muggle would make him uncomfortable.

Moran nodded, obviously having enough trust in Moriarty.He looked at his watch, and it was almost noon. He bent down slightly and pressed a kiss on Moriarty's forehead, and said, "What do you want for lunch?"

"Fried chicken." Moriarty was persistent.

"Don't eat fried food." Moran obviously disagreed.

Moriarty pouted: "Then I will eat you."

Moran froze for a moment, obviously not responding.Moriarty stretched out his hand with a smile, sat up directly on Moran's neck, and said, "I want to check, my lovely Moran, have you been obedient when I'm not around?" He reached out and touched Moran's shoulder lightly, "For example, here, I remember that there was a wound."

The blue in Moran's eyes settled slightly: "Only the shoulders?"

Moriarty smiled softly, kissed the corner of Moran's lips, and said in a low and beautiful voice, "As long as you want, I can check you, anywhere."

☆、77·Deal and Betrayal

Loki put down the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Find Moriarty for me, I have something to look for him." Loki looked up at his assistant and said calmly.

The handsome-looking young man nodded hurriedly when he heard the words, and ran out to make a phone call.

It's not that you can't call in the office, but Loki has ordered that if he says he wants to call Moriarty, he must see Moriarty himself if he says hi, so he can only let the little assistant run away and call.

Loki flipped through the files on the table, looking at the successful cases, his eyes shone with satisfaction.

Although Moriarty is a villain through and through, that man is a man who regards doing bad things as art. In other words, he has his own cleanliness in this regard, and he will not do many things.Under the control of this picky dark emperor, although the case is very difficult to solve, after all, those villains will not do some idiot things, and in addition, Sherlock has become the super cheat of Scotland Yard. Dirty places can last for so long.

From the day Moriarty and Sherlock disappeared at the same time, the dark forces in London began their big carnival.

The man named "Dark Lord" who replaced Moriarty treats his subordinates with a purely free-range attitude, and doesn't care at all. I heard that those bosses are afraid of the Dark Lord like mice are afraid of cats, but given that this man never did anything to them Some restrictions have caused London's criminal means to plummet.

Rocky can basically receive cases every day, some help the sufferer to sue, some help the criminal to commit the crime, although Rocky doesn't mind finding more games for himself to play, but too many is also a terrible thing.

And now, Moriarty is back, London's underground kingdom has welcomed his old master, and the dark emperor is as artistic as before, which makes Loki heave a sigh of relief.

Although Moriarty is a bit of a jerk, he still has some redeeming qualities.Loki was on the soft office chair, tiptoeing slightly to make the chair turn around, and didn't stop until he heard the sound.

The one who opened the door was Moriarty, who was wearing a black coat, looking swollen, wrapping his slender body tightly.Rocky looked at him and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I thought you only liked wearing suits."

"It's snowing outside, dear Rocky Cookie, my Sebastian is worried that I'll move so much that I'll have to wear it," said Rocky, taking off his gloves, and throwing his black coat on the couch, He covered his ears with his hands, "Given the cold weather outside, I think this kind of behavior is very necessary."

As a frost giant, Loki has never reacted to changes in the earth's weather. He was noncommittal to Moriarty's words, stood up calmly, pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit. Do you want coffee or black tea?" ?”

"Black tea." Moriarty's eyes brightened.

"I only have coffee." Loki said calmly.

Jim Tricked Moriarty pursed his lips, just coming in from the snowy outside into the warm room made his lips bright red, but Loki was unmoved by it at all, provoking a cool Smiling, he turned around and made two cups of coffee, brought them to the small round table and sat opposite Moriarty.

Moriarty angrily poured all the milk and sugar on the table into his own cup, while Loki, who is also addicted to sweets, raised his eyebrows and took out two more from the small blue box under the table. Bottles, one is milk and the other is sugar, add to the cup slowly.

Got teased again.

Moriarty moaned and stared at Loki, with an unhappy expression on his face: "What did you ask me to do? Tell me quickly, I'm going back to have dinner with Sebastian, the place is booked."

After successfully hitting the enemy twice in a row, and hitting the target with precision, Loki was obviously in a good mood, and he didn't make any detours, but directly said: "I have taken a few cases, related to that Dark Lord, I think you can Help me."

Moriarty refused without thinking, "No."

Loki raised his eyebrows, as if he could expect Moriarty's reply, and said slowly: "I can provide a reward."

"I don't want to listen." Moriarty was obviously very determined, "That guy Viddy is very cruel, he will turn people into slugs, and he can let his pet snake eat people, I don't want to help you."

Moriarty took what Moriarty said about the watch as a joke as it should, and didn't take it seriously.He wondered why Moriarty didn't help him. After all, he really wanted to win the case. The client was interesting and obviously not a good guy. Loki liked to help people like this.

Finally, Rocky decided to raise his price: "Perhaps, you will want to know the whereabouts of Mr. Holmes."

"I know where Sherlock is." Moriarty pouted.

"No, I mean Mr. Big Holmes, Mycroft Holmes."

This was obviously interesting news, and Moriarty blinked with a curious gleam in his eyes.Counting it, it has been almost a month since Anthea said that he disappeared. Moriarty never hoped that he could escape. Yes, little Jim was very sinister and hoped that the kidnappers would tear up his ticket.

But obviously, the subtext of Loki's words is that Mycroft is still alive, although it is not known whether he is healthy or not.

He looked at Loki with his chin up, and tilted his head: "Rocky Cookie, you are so cunning, this temptation is really good, maybe I can imagine if I want to help you. But I can ask, his None of the Inspector's lovers at Scotland Yard could find him, how did you do it?"

Rocky bent his lips, touched his lips with a coffee cup, and said, "I can do anything."

Moriarty rolled his eyes, and then spread his hands: "First, tell me what you need to know about Vidi. I want to consider whether what you need and what you pay are equal."

Loki obviously didn't have any professional ethics in helping clients keep secrets, so he answered generously: "My client just wants to know that person's name and appearance. I think it's very simple."

"Text or photo?" Moriarty blinked.

"Writing, as long as you speak clearly." Loki saw Moriarty staring at him, and said, "Don't stare at me, this is all the client's request, and the compensation he gives is generous enough."

"What did he give you?" Loki was obviously very interested.

"A potion that makes people forget nothing. I saw him use it, and the effect is very good."

Potion?Moriarty narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously the word touched a certain nerve in his head, the brain spun rapidly, and finally Moriarty's inner balance was tilted.But before that, Moriarty still had a small question: "May I ask what you want that potion for?"

Loki smiled coldly, without saying a word.

Seeing Loki's expression like this, Moriarty knew Thor was going to be in trouble.Lighting a candle for Thor in his mind, Moriarty put him behind him: "Your terms are very good, but I thought if you could tell me who your client is, I would be willing to reveal some Little secret."

All Loki wanted was the potion, and he didn't guarantee the client's safety, so Logic betrayed his client without hesitation: "I only got his name, Gellert."

Moriarty froze for a moment, then curled the corners of his lips.

Hey, the name sounds familiar. If he remembers correctly, isn't Gellert, a hundred-year-old guy who is still handsome, in prison to mourn his love?How did you escape?

Loki handed over a piece of paper: "The location of Mycroft Holmes was two days ago, and he hasn't moved in ten days." Moriarty took it, looked at it and put it in his pocket. Li, staring at Loki with a smile on his face, Loki frowned slightly, "Keep your word, Moriarty."

"Promises are meant to be broken, Vidi taught me that, but, Rocky Cookie, you are so cute, I can't bear to lie to you~" Moriarty said with a smile, mercilessly Sell ​​the Dark Lord, "I can tell you about Vidi, black hair, red eyes, a pet snake named Nagini, oh yes, his name is Voldemort, and he is a wizard."

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It was seven o'clock in the evening when Moriarty arrived at the French restaurant.

He was still wearing that bloated jacket, and he had to admit that although this thing looked ugly, it was warm enough.Wrapping his neck tightly with a dark blue scarf, with half of his face tucked inside, Moriarty entered the dining room like a moving ball of wool.

"Hi sir, do you have an appointment?" The waiter walked in very politely and asked Moriarty.

Moriarty struggled to get his face out of the scarf, then looked around, pointed to the window and said, "That's my boyfriend." He said it very confidently and proudly.

The waiter still nodded politely, and led Moriarty over there. When Moran heard the sound, he turned his head to look, and before he had time to react, he was thrown into his arms by the bulging spherical object.

The waiter left with a wink, ready to wait for them to finish their tossing before coming to order, but his actions obviously won Moran's favor, and he decided to double his tip later.

Moriarty didn't care about this, he clinged to Moran's arms and said, "This place is really hard to find, and besides, it's so cold outside."

"I said I'll pick you up at Loki's office." As he spoke, Moran thoughtfully reached out to help Moriarty take off the scarf.

Moriarty pouted and let Moran move, turned his head so that he could take off the scarf, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a golden-brown head, but he didn't care, and complained with all his heart: "I regret it, Seb Stian, I don't want to eat here when it's so cold, I want to go home."

"Hey, come back after eating." Moran patted Moriarty's head.

Moriarty pouted at him and decided to eat this man when he got home from dinner, absolutely!

☆、78 mousse cake

Moriarty stretched out his hands and asked Moran to help him take off his thick coat, revealing the neat suit inside.I have to say that Moriarty loves wearing this, and although he looks restrained and rigid, little Jim always has a knack for dressing him up nicely.

Moran put the coat neatly folded aside, and Moriarty tilted his head to look at it. When he saw that Moran even put the scarf neatly on the coat, the corners of his eyes twitched: " You can give it to the waiter when he comes."

"Yeah." Moran continued to fold the clothes while nodding.

Moriarty began to determine that his lover was a serious tidy guy.But there's nothing wrong with that. For Moriarty, who knows nothing about housework, having a lover who likes to clean up the room is really a great thing.

Thinking of this, Moriarty rested his chin and tilted his head to look at Moran's chiseled profile, a little lost in thought.

Speaking of which, he became lazy after meeting Moran.If he wants to eat, someone will cook for him, and someone will wash his clothes for him. If he wants to sleep, someone will coax him. If he wants to go out, Moran will check the temperature and wrap him up tightly.Moriarty still remembered that when he was shopping at night, he was laughed at by some young people behind his back because of his short stature, and Moran resolutely drew his gun directly at the heads of those people.

His once upright Moran seemed to have changed, but Moriarty couldn't tell exactly what changed.

Moriarty felt that his ability to take care of himself was infinitely approaching zero. He blinked and blinked again, and then lightly touched Moran's arm.

Moran looked back at him after putting away his clothes, and then saw Moriarty holding out his hand.The corners of Moran's lips curled up. He was never stingy with showing his gentle side to his lover. Then he also stretched out his arms, allowing Moriarty to wrap the whole person into his arms.

"Sebastian, you are doing something bad." Moriarty muttered.

Moran was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously touched his pocket to make sure that the thing was still there, and tried to calmly say, "What are you talking about?"

Moriarty didn't notice Moran's small movements this time. He still pouted, pressed his forehead against the man's heart, and said in a muffled voice, "You are so kind to me, I will be spoiled by you sooner or later."

Moriarty was the first to be singled out for being nice to people.But Moran wasn't angry, because all he had in mind was to spoil him.

If you haven't experienced it, you won't understand the pain of your lover committing suicide in front of you. Moran has experienced it once, and he doesn't want to do it again.If he was cruel, he would tie Moriarty tightly at home and not let him go anywhere, but unfortunately, even though Moran was cold-hearted towards everyone, he only liked Moriarty. All the warmth and enthusiasm were given to this heartless man, and he couldn't do anything to hurt him in the slightest.

So Moran chose to be nice to him, and wrapped up all his love until he spoiled his little Jim, making his little Jim unable to live without him. This was Moran's goal.

It's not insidious, but it needs enough persistence.

Moran gently hugged Moriarty's body with his hands, and said in a calm voice, "I will give you all the happiness I can think of, as long as you want it, as long as I have it."

Moriarty curled his lips into a smile, it was good that his Moran always made him so happy.

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After enough time, Moran called the waiter over to order food.Moriarty didn't bother about what Moran ordered—it was such a good moment, he thought Moran wouldn't spoil the table with a salad—he just insisted on dessert.

"Yesterday you said you had a toothache." Moran looked at Moriarty.

Moriarty tilted his head and smiled complacently: "I lied to you."

Moran was speechless: "What did you lie to me for?"

Moriarty raised his head and said without any scruples: "I said no, if you insist on doing it again, I'll just say I have a toothache."

The waiter looked at the two in front of him twitchingly, God, they have been showing affection since they came in, and now they are openly saying it!Let alone live!

But Moran didn't respond. For a straightforward German man, Moriarty could confess that the reason for his lie yesterday was a good time.Shaking Moriarty's hand rewardingly, Moran looked at the waiter and said, "Mousse cake." Looking at Moriarty's expectant eyes, Moran added, "One whole, no need cut."

Moriarty cheered like a child, Moran looked at him with a smile, and the single waiter walked away with his eyes covered, and then set them up with a small red candle when the food was served, which made him laugh. The tip has gone up a notch.

Moriarty was clearly in a state of excitement, thanks to Moran's generosity.He was happy to see the foie gras, he was happy to see the steak, he was happy to see the chive bread, and he was happy to see...Huh?Does this box look familiar?

With a silver spoon in his mouth, Moriarty looked at the purple velvet box that Moran held tightly in his hand, and then at Moran. It was obvious that Captain Moran was in such an unprecedented state of tension that he didn't notice that Moran Riati met his gaze.

In a romantic French restaurant, the candlelight on the beautiful red candles is flickering slightly. This seems to be what ordinary people say, romantic.

Moriarty looked at Moran amusedly, but pretended not to know.

His good lover had always looked cold and reticent, and now he may not know it, but Moriarty saw it for real, this man's ears were all red, and he was really pretty.

Such sights do not come often, and wicked little Jim will not miss such an opportunity.

Moran didn't know about Moriarty's series of narrow-mindedness. He just held the box tightly, pursed his lips, held the wine glass in the other hand, and unconsciously poured wine into his mouth.

His last ring disappeared after Moriarty took it and smashed the glass. Although Moran was a little puzzled that the diamond ring he bought was squandered by Moriarty, he later asked a man who was very familiar with metals. The man told him that you can’t use a diamond ring for a woman to propose to a man, so Moran automatically thought that he made Moriarty unhappy with a lady’s diamond ring, so this time he bought a refreshing ring and put it on Comes in a beautiful purple velvet box.

Moriarty liked purple, and Moran knew it.

Although his life experience is rich enough, Moran fell into the hands of Moriarty when he fell in love for the first time, and fell into the hands of Moriarty when he first kissed. Since then, his life seems to be like this Stop for a man named Moriarty, unwilling to go any further.Now asking for marriage, something Moran has always wanted to do.

Marriage, that's what Moran wanted, and though the law didn't allow them to go to church—forgive Moran, who was once a believer—the desire—but Moran still hoped for a promise.

The promise of a lifetime.

The hand holding the box loosened, tightened, and finally Moran finally mustered up the courage to turn to look at Moriarty: "Jim, I..."

"boom!"

Suddenly, a heavy voice came from not far away, followed by the sound of knives, forks and porcelain plates falling on the carpet.Moriarty's gaze was drawn there as it should be, and then his eyes widened slightly.

Because he saw the golden-brown head stand up, and it was Dr. Watson. Sitting on the other side of the table was a woman Moran had never seen before. He had the same golden-brown hair as Dr. Watson. Moriarty I thought, if these two people stand together, it must be very right.

But obviously, the appearance of Watson can't touch Moriarty's nerves. This good doctor has never been the object of Moriarty's attention.What surprised Moriarty was the man standing opposite him with two ridiculous mustaches on his mouth...

Hey, big detective, when did you become human again?

☆、79·Sherlock's return

Sherlock didn't know that the guy named Jim Moriarty was staring at him. He just looked helplessly at Watson who was staring at him with absolutely unkind eyes. The moment it hit the table, it crashed.

Even though he has an unparalleled intelligent head and unparalleled powers of observation, Sherlock actively resists receiving information about Watson at this moment.

Even though, his eyes told him, John Watson was very angry now, and the object of his anger was him. If it weren't for the publicity, this person would probably throw his fist on his head in the next second.Sherlock has never seen Watson in such a mood. His John always takes care of him, tolerates him, and treats him better than anyone else. Sherlock's waywardness is vividly displayed in front of Watson.

But now, the man who had pampered him so much started to get annoyed, which made Sherlock unable to react.

"Sherlock, I still remember after I found out that you were kidnapped... I have been looking for you for a long, long time..." At this moment, Watson opened his mouth, and Watson's voice paused several times after just a short sentence Every time he paused, he took a deep breath, as if restraining his anger.

Sherlock pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand as if to help Watson, but Watson shook him off.

The good doctor, who is always good-tempered, is now furious like a volcano that is about to erupt: "Then, half a year ago, what was the news that Mycroft brought me, eh? Do you remember?"

Sherlock shook his head, not knowing it himself.

Watson obviously didn't believe that Sherlock didn't know. He tried to take a few breaths. The weight on his heart was like a stone, which made him breathless, and now the situation seemed to be getting worse.He reached out and grabbed Sherlock's neck fiercely: "He said, you are dead, Sherlock, Mycroft let someone tell me you are dead!"

"That's not what I said." Sherlock subconsciously denied, and tried to keep himself sincere without any modifiers, because his reason told him that the current Watson would never listen to even the slightest rebuttal from him.

In fact, the detective's judgment is very precise, and Watson really didn't want to listen to him, because the good doctor's red eyes declared that his sanity was completely broken: "Then tell me! Where have you been these past few years? Hmm ? Did someone keep you locked up so that you couldn’t come back, and couldn’t even tell me if you were okay!”

Moriarty, who was enjoying watching the play, muttered "He can, but obviously the detective doesn't know that Mycroft is so... tsk tsk", which made Moran give him a look.Moriarty realized that he seemed to have exposed something, so he threw himself into Moran's arms with a smile and rubbed back and forth, trying to erase Moran's memory with this behavior.

And just when the two of them showed their affection again, Watson had already held Sherlock's collar with both hands, stepped forward viciously, and pushed Sherlock to the floor.

Sherlock's back hurt from being hit by the hard floor, and he couldn't help gasping for air, but Watson didn't let him go at all, and sat directly on his stomach, holding his crotch tightly with both hands. The neck was bent, and the face was infinitely close to Sherlock's, and the tips of the noses almost touched together.

Moriarty dragged Moran quietly through the crowd, hid behind a nearby table, and listened to their conversation with excitement.

I only heard Watson say in a deep voice that was very different from usual: "Sherlock, I have been looking for you for a long time, I threw away everything to find you, and then spent more time adapting to life without you. Now, in I finally made up my mind to start over when you came back and told