I have special killing skills

He took off his clothes and took a big red apple from the table.

"I thought you'd take something for self-defense." Sherlock glanced at Moriarty. In fact, he didn't think Moriarty would really go on an adventure with them defenseless.

But in fact, Moriarty did not take anything. He bit the apple innocently, his eyes widened, and then he had a simple expression of "I believe in you": "You are very powerful, I believe it will protect me."

Sherlock has long been used to Moriarty being unreliable all the time, but Voldemort has always seen Moriarty in his dark empire, where Moriarty is the king, and he wants to stick to it. The majesty of the cutting edge of power, and this man has done well enough.This directly led to the fact that Voldemort was very surprised to see Moriarty's appearance for the first time.

Suddenly remembering the blond man sitting next to him and staring at him smiling, Voldemort glanced at Moriarty, who caught a bright smile from Moriarty.Voldemort began to understand how this man had captured his lover: "That gentleman obviously doesn't know you well enough."

Moriarty naturally knew who Voldemort was talking about, he shrugged his shoulders with a look of indifference: "I can let him see what I want him to see, and I am willing to fix this image in front of him for a lifetime .The fact that I can do that is enough to prove my love for him."

Voldemort twitched his lips, noncommittal.

But Sherlock let out a short and hasty laugh from time to time. Obviously, Sherlock still doesn't know anything about feelings, doesn't know how to make Watson happy or create romance. He firmly told Xin that Peanut would not leave him because of a woman.

Watson has seen everything about him, even when he was the most bastard or the most embarrassing, Watson never threw him away alone, which is enough to give Sherlock confidence, confidence in the relationship between them, and confidence in the future , and is always ready to use this kind of confidence to play some harmless little games with his Watson.

Moriarty did not go to see Sherlock. For him, even though he had been roommates with the detective, the purpose of "I am happy if the detective is not happy" has never changed.

Looking at Voldemort with brown-black eyes, Moriarty smiled and said, "I thought you were alone, Viddy."

He thought that Voldemort would not like this topic - Moriarty likes to provoke and die when dealing with dangerous people - but to his surprise, Voldemort's expression did not change, and he went on: "Emotions make people cowardly, That's not good, Mr Moriarty."

Moriarty shrugged, in fact he had thought so before, but some things were too sweet, like a jar of honey, once you jump in you don't want to come out.

As he walked, Moriarty turned his head sideways to look at the black-haired man who was much taller than himself. The man had a handsome appearance and a slender body. He looked elegant and aristocratic.But Moriarty muttered silently in his heart.

Wizards seem to believe in Merlin?

Then, almighty Merlin, if you hear my call, please help this cold-blooded guy find a partner, and let him know how powerful he is.

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When he got to the door, Moriarty was extremely excited when he saw the familiar little door.

He has a feeling that several people are playing games together, but their attributes are obviously not up to standard.

Moriarty's attack power is 0, and what he is good at is talking about bad ideas.

Sherlock can transform into a unicorn from time to time to emit holy light. I heard that his blood and tears can be used for healing, so I will give it a try later.

The biggest output is this temporarily invited Dark Lord, he can advance and attack, retreat and defend, he is really the best candidate for fighting monsters.

In his heart, he decided to take down the big boss to gain experience while they were not paying attention, Moriarty blinked and said, "What should we do now?"

Voldemort lightly tapped the book in his hand with his wand, and the book turned into a huge snake, screaming and rushing towards the door, just when Moriarty wanted to remind him that the door was opened When it was not pushed, the big snake had already knocked the door away and got in directly.Voldemort quickly said "Muggle-Repelling Charm", which literally means to expel Muggles.Moriarty didn't know what this sentence meant, but he still looked at the two people around him with excited eyes, eager to try.

Obviously, Voldemort didn't seem to have any tactful way to save people, but rushed in directly.

I have to say that this black-haired man who looks like he has a deposit is actually quite attractive.

Sherlock was worried about Mycroft, and strode in without saying a word, but Voldemort slowed down and looked at Moriarty with his head tilted: "It seems that you are very happy."

"Of course I'm happy." Moriarty smiled and narrowed his eyes. What he hates most in his life is boredom. He wants to try all the fun and interesting things that even bring danger and excitement.

But this excitement was incomprehensible to Voldemort.What Voldemort once pursued was eternal life, but after he realized that everything was a conspiracy, he began to work hard to make up for his soul, but he still lost his locket.That one is still hidden in the middle of nowhere by Little Black, and Voldemort can never get near Little Black for some reason.

But that still couldn't hide some of Voldemort's desires.

Just like his name, fly away from death.

Voldemort is not afraid of death, the Dark Lord is fearless, but he desires to live forever.

Therefore, Voldemort has no way to understand Moriarty's behavior of playing with his own life.But Mr. Voldemort didn't ask any more questions, and stepped up and walked into the door that was knocked open.As soon as I entered, I felt a pull on the corner of my clothes.

Looking back, I saw Moriarty carefully tugging at the hem of his clothes, and seeing Voldemort looking over, he shrank his head unconsciously, his eyes were shining brightly, shining like small animals in the dark : "I, I can't see the way clearly."

Knowing that little Jim was pretending to be stupid maliciously, Voldemort still waved a fluorescent flash with his wand.

Moriarty looked at the tip of the glowing wand with some admiration, and said in an undisguised tone: "It's really amazing, Viddy, you are so amazing."

Voldemort didn't look at him anymore. In fact, Voldemort had heard countless beautiful words, but it was the first time he was so stupid. He still thought that many of them hadn't entered Hogwarts for such a rudimentary magic that couldn't be more rudimentary. Every little wizard can use it, but it makes him feel the embarrassment he hasn't seen for a long time.

Sherlock walked in the front, and the fluorescent flashes clearly made him see the way ahead.Voldemort followed behind him, looking left and right from time to time, obviously satisfied with the damage caused by the big snake, while Moriarty carefully tugged on Voldemort's cuff, acting panicked along the way, but relaxed in his heart.

Until he came to a gate, Voldemort saw the somewhat damaged "Origins of the Dark Arts" lying quietly on the ground.

Bending down to pick up the book, Voldemort patted the dust on it, and let out a "quick shrink" breath.Sherlock frowned slightly and looked at the door. Although there was a giant snake opening the way, there was no one guarding it, which was surprising.Sherlock tried to push the iron door in front of him, but to his surprise, the door remained motionless, explaining that it was like a wall.

But in fact, Sherlock tapped it with his hand, and it was obvious that it was just a layer of iron, which was extremely thin.

Moriarty blinked, then looked expectantly at Voldemort.The Dark Lord frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to pinch Moriarty's chin, turned his face to the other side, then raised his wand, and chanted in a low voice: "Alahor hole is open."

When magic meets mutant powers, what exactly will prevail?

Moriarty considered this question, but after the door was torn open a wide gap, Moriarty knew that it was clear that the wizards were more powerful.Because, after the door opened, the first thing he saw was Eric with two iron balls hanging in the air in his hands. He didn't seem to be surprised to see them, and slightly curled the corners of his lips: "It's nice to see you, my friend." Friend, Jim."

Because the room was very dark, there was only a beam of light shining on Eric, which made it impossible for Moriarty to see where Mycroft was.Although Sherlock wanted to take away his big brother, the big devil, it was obviously the wisest choice not to act rashly now.

As for Voldemort, the Mr. Wizard who was brought in to help stood aside with a smile on his face, obviously not going to get involved.

Moriarty took two steps forward, keeping a close distance from Eric, and shrugged with a smile: "It's a pleasure to meet you, my Eric, you have had a good time this year. okay?"

"Not bad, or rather, very good." Eric curled his lips, "You are in charge of all the dark transactions in London, what do they call you...Dark Emperor, not a bad name."

Moriarty smiled, light and simple.

"Besides, you gave me a big gift, which is very precious. Don't you think so, Moran?"

Moriarty froze suddenly, his eyes involuntarily looked in the direction Eric was looking at.

Footsteps sounded, once, again.

Finally a person came out.

With blond hair and blue eyes as beautiful as ever, he looked at Moriarty without saying a word.

It seemed like a few seconds passed, and it seemed like a long time before Moriarty muttered, "...Sebastian?"

☆, 90. Moriarty's Proclamation of Love

Seeing Moran here is really beyond Moriarty's expectations.

Moriarty knew Moran was on to something, but Moriarty kept feeling that the man was back in the arms of his homeland, helping the Germans with something.

And now, his Moran is indeed helping the Germans, and that person is Eric, the famous Magneto!

He is a mutant, and Moran used to be a mutant hunter. This combination really stunned Moriarty for a long time.

Moriarty looked at Moran stupidly, watched the blond man whisper something to Eric, watched Moran nodded, took out a gun from his pocket, and watched him step by step Get closer until you are in front of Moriarty.

Sherlock frowned and held the pistol in his pocket, but felt the cold touch on Bo's neck the next moment.He turned his head slightly, and saw a young man standing behind him, and his hand was raised, and an ice pick-like object appeared on the fingertips, and the tip was lightly pressed against Sherlock's neck.Sherlock let go of his hand with a cold expression, indicating that he was not threatening.Voldemort looked at the human beings gathered inside and outside, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Forgive him, the most contact he had with the Muggle world was in the orphanage, when people wrapped themselves up very tightly no matter what, and even the poorest woman had a ragged skirt.And after he was forced to leave the wizarding world, he asked Moriarty to stay in his dark empire, heal his wounds, recover his magic power, and the criminals he saw were taught by the former Moriarty not to wear fancy clothes to make them look shameful, so Voldemort has a great deal of respect for him. Trends in the Muggle world are not well understood.

But now, such a group of people suddenly appeared in front of him, which made Voldemort, who had very old views, raised his eyebrows.

Why did that woman cut off her hair next to her ears?This looks so unrestrained... Oh, why do you wear a crop top as a man, and you, look at a pretty little girl, what kind of mess is that painted on your face.Oh, what is hanging on your nose, neck, collarbone, and waist that you deliberately exposed?Iron ring?

Feeling that his aesthetics had been hit hard, the corners of Voldemort's eyes twitched and he turned his head away, and his positioning of Muggles was lowered several levels.

While Voldemort was looking around, Moran was already standing in front of Moriarty.

The blond man turned his back to Eric, looked down at Moriarty in front of him, raised his hand lightly, and pressed the black muzzle of the gun against Moriarty's chin, forcing Moriarty slightly Riati had to look up.

The moment the brown-black eyes met the blue pupils, Moriarty froze suddenly.

Because he knew Moran's expression at the moment.

This look was exactly the same as Moran had looked at him the night he had just returned from Australia.Emotionless, lifeless, just a complete void.

Moriarty involuntarily had a panic, yes, panic, unprecedented.

Reason told him to be quiet, he had enough reasons and excuses to prevaricate, didn't he?His Moran is so obedient and has such deep feelings for him, as long as Moriarty says anything casually, he will believe it.

But in fact, Moriarty couldn't say anything.

With the pistol pressed against his chin, he looked up at Moran, his eyes widened, and he suddenly wanted to cry.

For God's sake, Moriarty definitely didn't do it on purpose, it's just that the jaw hurts too much, and the light in front is too strong, causing Moriarty's eyes to water physiologically.But just for a moment, Moriarty saw a gleam in Moran's eyes.

Although it was only a short moment, it was enough for Moriarty to understand many things.

But before he could react, Moran lowered his head, kissed his eyes gently, and then licked his tears gently and slowly enough.Moriarty closed his eyes tightly, feeling in his heart that his lover was getting bolder, but he also felt that the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against his chin more forcefully.

"Another cheat, Jim, again."

What Moran said was not hidden. On the contrary, his voice was not loud enough for everyone to hear.The blond man had a handsome and resolute appearance, and his beautiful azure blue eyes were now darkened by the light with his back facing them. From Moriarty's perspective, they had an almost gray-blue color.

Moriarty opened his mouth, and in the end only one word came out: "Sorry."

Moran slightly bent the corners of his lips: "Actually, I can guess that you have a secret, my dear Jim, but I hate your concealment and deception from me. And I have reasons to believe that your departure is not It's not a simple escape, it's a scam, you're just deceiving me, aren't you?"

Moriarty didn't speak, but slightly bent the corners of his mouth.

His Moran is smart, yes, smart.He was able to regain control of his underground kingdom quickly after returning to London, which is enough to prove that Moriarty's "death" was organized and premeditated.

"You are a great gift from Eric. It seems that he is still resenting me for not keeping my promise." Moriarty did not resist Moran's various actions, after all, the cold pistol could not deceive anyone.He just smiled and looked at his Moran, but the words were for everyone to hear, "I have to say, this gift is huge, and I was a little caught off guard."

Moran lowered his eyes slightly, while Eric's face behind him was still calm and unwavering. This rigid German man has a chilling cruelty and a fearsome powerful ability.

Moriarty's eyes were still fixed on Moran's face, judging his lover's mental activities from the lack of any muscle twitch on his lover's face.In fact, Moriarty was sure that Sherlock was definitely better than himself in this respect, but it was obvious that Sherlock was being put on the neck with an ice pick, which was of no help at all, and Voldemort... that man looked quite relaxed, Neither nervous nor anxious, Moriarty was sure that if Moran shot him down right now, Voldemort would applaud directly.

A badass wizard, Severus knew how to save me.

Moriarty pouted, and at this moment the iron balls in Eric's hands collided with each other and made a sound.The pistol was still firmly fixed on Moriarty's chin, but Moriarty was keenly aware of the instant change on Moran's face.

The corners of the mouth drooped slightly, and the corners of the eyes trembled rapidly.

Moriarty narrowed his eyes, his Moran didn't trust Eric enough that he wasn't entirely willing to show his back to the man.

In other words, it's nice that Moran's loyalty remains.

Moriarty reached out his hand lightly, and then tightly grasped Moran's arm holding the gun.Moran frowned slightly, looked at him, and saw Moriarty's big dark brown eyes overflowing with water.

It wasn't caused by being illuminated by the light, but the tears that came out before the actual crying, pouring down violently.

"My dear Moran, I didn't mean to deceive..." Moriarty seemed to be choking on his sobs, yes, everyone could hear that this man who didn't look tall but was always calm was crying like a child , "I like power and control, but, Sebastian, I love you, I love you very much."

This sentence trembled, but it was firm and profound.

Moran just stared at him, the pupils in his blue eyes shrinking.Eric remained indifferent and did not respond.Sherlock's reaction was much more straightforward. He seemed to be a little bit unbearable to look directly at him, and quickly muttered something.

No one could hear him, except Mr. Wizard, who was not far away and had good ears and eyes.

"Tricky guy, such poor acting..."

Voldemort looked at Moriarty for some of the words, acting?It seems that his partner, Mr. Moriarty, is a very good actor, and the feeling of bursting into tears is at least one grade better than "clumsy" in Voldemort's opinion.

Moriarty's fingers reached into Moran's arm, and the fingertips pressed against the man's wrist, gently resting on the throbbing place.

Jumping quickly, Moriarty became more certain of his thoughts.

There was a little joy in his heart, but Moriarty did not stop his performance: "If you want to kill me, my dear, please let me tell you my love for you again. I will not swear by the moon, it It is fickle, and it is full and short every month; if we swear by it, maybe our love is as fickle as it. I admit that there is nothing in the world that is more painful than the punishment of love, and there is nothing more painful than serving it. It's a happy thing...【Note】"

Moriarty babbled about their love with crying chant, and Voldemort clearly saw that the look on Sherlock's face was getting uglier, and he asked the scantily clad girl behind him curiously: " Lovely lady, maybe you would like to tell me why you look a little...unhappy? I think that as long as it is true love, it should be blessed."

The girl who only wore a crop top and short shorts that couldn't be shorter twitched her eyes slightly. Originally, he shouldn't have talked to Voldemort, but maybe he wanted to say something too much. At that time, that face was so handsome that it made women crazy and men jealous, and finally she said: "Sir, although I am poor and have never been to the theater, I am sure that the way this man loves is definitely from the beginning. I learned it there, and it's...very clumsy."

At this moment, Moriarty's fingertips quickly drew and wrote on the inside of Moran's elbow, and then he looked at his Moran with an affectionate expression.

'Take me away'

These were Moran's words to Moran, a request, an order hidden in sweet words.

And his Captain Moran had obviously received this instruction, but in response to him, he lightly pulled the safety of the pistol.

☆、91·The narrow-minded little Jim again

Moriarty's face remained unchanged, and he didn't even let go of the palm holding Mo Lan's wrist.

The man he loved opened himself up in front of Moriarty for a long time. Moriarty knew him well enough, and he was very sure that even if he had to betray the whole world, his Moran would Stand with him.

And at the same time that Moran pulled the safety catch, Moriarty heard Moran's low and subtle voice, which accurately reached Moriarty's ears: "Go out, turn to the right, and you will see Holmes." Before Moriarty could respond, Moran quickly turned around and pointed his gun at Eric who was standing not far behind him.

Everyone obviously couldn't recover from this sudden change, except Voldemort who had been watching the show, Sherlock who had already seen the clues, and Magneto who had not delivered his trust.

Eric raised his eyebrows slightly, and quickly stretched out his palm towards Moran, but before he could make a move, Moran had already pulled the trigger, and a bullet flew out |.

The bullet didn't stagnate because of Eric's energy, but instead rushed over quickly.Only when he knew that he was infinitely close to Eric's body did Eric see the bullet clearly.

White, plastic, and seemingly harmless.

But it was such a bullet that hit Eric's body firmly, and he could feel the pain in his ribs, which made Magneto frowned and bent down for the first time.

Moriarty didn't see what Magneto did, he just saw the man clenched his hands quickly, as if something flew over, but Moriarty didn't feel anything.

It was just this momentary change, and Moran had already pushed Moriarty away forcefully, trying to leave him out of the room.But he didn't expect that his wrist was still firmly in Moriarty's hands. Little Jim didn't intend to let go at all. He grabbed Moran's wrist, turned his head and strode out, shouting as he ran, "Viddie!" , I think I need your help!"

Voldemort felt that what he saw today was enough to satisfy him, but given the slightly higher risk factor, he had reason to ask Moriarty to pay him more.Turning around quickly, he smiled slightly at the scantily clad woman standing beside him, and there was a reserved and noble look that could not be ignored on that monstrous face: "Dear lady, I think I need to leave, very soon Thank you for your explanation just now."

Before the woman had time to react, Voldemort quickly drew out his wand and chanted: "Crucio!"

The expression on the woman's face quickly twisted, and she fell to the ground as if convulsed, with an uncontrollable cry of pain from her mouth.

Although Voldemort is known as the Dark Lord, he still doesn't like to call out Avada Kedavra to women.The clothes on his body had been restored to a large jet-black wizard robe. Voldemort turned around, his eyes narrowed slightly at the horrified gazes of the mutants around him.

These mutants are obviously not afraid of a person's fall, they are used to being strong and dominating, and they have their own way of fighting.The man who was holding Sherlock with the ice pick gritted his teeth and strode towards the subdued Voldemort. Sherlock took advantage of this opportunity to quickly roll over on the ground, took out the pistol from his pocket, and raised it without hesitation. hand, pointing the black muzzle at the crowd.

Perhaps Moran's plastic bullet was a little more impressive just now, and the mutants did not stop Sherlock, but shifted more attention to Voldemort.

Voldemort obviously didn't want to stay here for too long, the great Slytherin testified that he was fed up with everything here, from the clothes to the decorations, and the strange hairstyles of those people, don't they have a teacher of etiquette ?

Various spells were thrown out at an instant speed, and Voldemort quickly approached Sherlock, grabbed Sherlock by the collar and lifted him up.

Sherlock assured that his height was comparable to that of Voldemort. For a while, he didn't understand how their current actions were caused.But when he bowed his head, the answer was self-evident.

Voldemort was standing on top of a snake, and the snake, with those brown eyes, felt Sherlock's eyes and spat at him in a good mood.

God, I have seen more anti-science today than I have seen in my entire life.

Sherlock turned his eyes away, very glad that he didn't bring Watson with him, otherwise his poor good doctor might have passed out by now.

They didn't have much trouble finding Moriarty, who was with Mycroft, and Moran standing behind him, frowning.

"Nice to see you, my brother." Mycroft sat on a not-so-sturdy wooden chair, wearing a three-piece suit he liked very much, and the brown waistcoat over the shirt exposed his figure Undoubtedly, those dark blue eyes, which were not quite the same as Sherlock's, were looking at the few people who came and Nagini, who had blocked the door tightly, raised his eyebrows slightly.

Although he knew that the situation was critical, Sherlock still couldn't control his mouth, and subconsciously said, "Even if you've been missing for a month, you haven't succeeded in losing weight, Mycroft..." But immediately, he realized that I said something wrong, pursed my lips and said nothing.

Mycroft slightly bent the corners of his lips, as if he was familiar with Sherlock in this state.After smoothing his hair with his hands, Mycroft stood up, even in the dark little room, the man behind the British government still looked calm: "I'm glad to see you, Mr. Moriarty, Sergeant!" Bastian, and this Mr Voldemort."

"You know me?" Voldemort was clearly interested in Mycroft, his voice was low and sweet.

"I have been in contact with people in the wizarding world. Believe me, if you are not protected, how can you use King's Cross Station so safely and unobtrusively." Mycroft nodded reservedly, and then stopped looking at him, and He turned his eyes to Moran, "My dear Sebastian, it's a pleasure to see you again."

Moran didn't speak, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

But Moriarty, who was standing beside him, quickly took a step forward, completely covering Moran.As a qualified lover, no matter how much he cheats and bullies poor Sebastian, the narrow-minded little Jim doesn't like others to bully him.So Moriarty showed a malicious smile: "Mr. Holmes, I don't think Moran likes you, and you'd better not come to trouble us in the future, and," Moriarty's tone paused Suddenly, his eyes narrowed with a dangerous light, "Sebastian is the only one I can call."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows: "It's surprising, isn't it? I think I really need to praise the great love, congratulations." But there was no congratulations in his tone.

At this moment, Nagini, who was facing the door, suddenly turned his head and let out a hissing sound from his mouth.

"What is he talking about?" Moriarty looked at Voldemort.

But before Voldemort could speak, Sherlock, who had been silent all this time, had already said, "He's saying that people outside the door are trying to come in, he's going to be unable to hold on, and he wants to eat lamb chops."

Moriarty looked at him in amazement: "My dear detective, do you also understand Parseltongue?"

Voldemort didn't mean to be surprised: "Given the uniqueness of unicorns, I don't think it is particularly surprising that Mr. Holmes knows the language of other species."

Mastering a foreign language is really important.Moriarty stroked his chin.

But they obviously knew that this was not the place to talk. Voldemort waved his wand, threw dozens of locking spells, and then he let Nagini rush out with a few people.

To be exact, he broke through the wall and ran out directly.

"For the security of the UK, I think it is necessary for Mr. Voldemort to conceal himself, or drive out the crowd." Mycroft civil servant Holmes looked serious.

But immediately, he felt a pain in his neck, and then fell into darkness.

Withdrawing his hand, Sherlock held Mycroft tightly in his arms without changing his expression, his expression calm.

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After making sure that no one was chasing after them, several people stopped in a small alley.They didn't destroy many buildings, and Voldemort's Muggle-repelling spell was very effective along the way. At least Moriarty didn't have to worry about the news of "five people and a snake appearing on the streets of London" in the newspapers tomorrow.

Sherlock hugged his brother tightly all the way, and stayed away from Moran firmly. He had a little understanding of what happened during this time, but this did not prevent Sherlock from being clear about Moran's hostility towards his brother. know.

Perhaps Mycroft has done a lot of things that he knows or doesn't know, even though Sherlock has always been rude to Mycroft, this man has always used his all to protect his younger brother, even if his younger brother has He was no longer the little kid who was crying on his shoulder, but Mycroft was still the man who would hug him and promise to protect him for the rest of his life.

Voldemort left without lingering, and he didn't even accept Moriarty's farewell, which made Moriarty a little unhappy.

But just after Voldemort left, he suddenly felt his shoulders sink, and then he heard heavy breathing.Turning his head, he saw Moran with a pale face gritted his teeth, his forehead pressed against his shoulder, and Moriarty could even see the cold sweat on his forehead.

"Sebastian..." Moriarty subconsciously called out.

Moran didn't speak, just trying to stand up, but obviously unsuccessful.Moriarty reached out to support him, but felt the greasy and warm liquid on his back.

Raising his hand to look, Moriarty's pupils suddenly constricted, and the bright red blood on the white palm was particularly conspicuous.

☆、92·The so-called parting of life and death

The bright red color of the hand obviously couldn't hide Sherlock, and his hand was still tightly hugging the unconscious Mycroft.

Sherlock immediately thought of Eric's seemingly unclear raising of his hand when they left the room filled with mutants.Obviously, he caused damage to Moran, but until now no one knows how serious the damage is.

"I think you'd better put him down," Sherlock said to Moriarty, frowning slightly.

But this man who has always lived his life like playing a game is very strange at this moment. He didn't say a word to Sherlock's suggestion, and he didn't make any movements. He just stood there in a daze, with one arm around Moran's waist, The other hand was raised slightly, enough for Moriarty to see the fluid on it.

Sherlock knew that this Jim Moriarty, who seemed to be fearless, was probably feeling scared for the first time in his life.

Sherlock wanted to come in and help him - though they'd caused themselves quite a bit of trouble - but it was clear Moriarty wasn't ready to accept his offer.Little Jim looked at him with wary eyes, and his lips were tightly pursed. That kind of gaze reminded Sherlock unconsciously of his family's cocker spaniel named Parker.

As long as he took away his beloved little cushion, Parker would look at him like this, not friendly at all.

"Stay away from me, detective." Moriarty whispered through gritted teeth.

Sherlock raised his hand slightly, as though he was harmless, and took a step back.Reason told him that the current Moriarty was not easy to control, yes, it was more dangerous than before, after all, Sherlock didn't have to worry about this man suddenly going crazy and throwing himself