I have special killing skills

Always wins, always has.

Sherlock noticed Watson's eyes, he looked over, Watson pointed to the table, beckoning him to eat.Sherlock stood up reluctantly, but immediately, he bent his mouth as if he had a good idea.

While walking towards the dining table, he quickly sent a text message with his mobile phone, tidied his suit, and Sherlock picked up the knife and fork while sitting at the dining table.

Potato soup, German sausage, and a few slices of scallion bread. It was a simple lunch, but Sherlock never asked for more from Watson. .

Watson did not invite Mycroft to eat; there was not that much civility between them.Mycroft had said that Anthea would pick him up later, and had made an appointment for lunch with him, he was always so busy.

Seeing that Sherlock was in a good mood, Watson asked while cutting the sausage, "Sherlock, what did you do?"

In Watson's eyes, Sherlock's mental age is definitely much lower than it looks.There were only a few things that made him happy: a case, trouble with Moriarty, trouble with Mycroft.

Since Watson was sure that no client came to the door, and his blog did not have any comments, and that Moriarty was upstairs with his lover, Watson was very sure that it was probably related to Mycroft. .

Sherlock, however, seemed to have made a fool of himself and was not going to speak directly. While spreading butter on the bread, he said, "You will know, John, we need to keep some little surprises."

Is it a surprise? Watson reserved his opinion, and stopped asking more questions, and concentrated on eating.

But Sherlock didn't stay silent. He wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin on the table after eating the bread, and said to Watson, "John, do you have anything to do next weekend?"

Watson thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I only need to go to the clinic for three days on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and I can be free on weekends."

It may be difficult to find a job now, but Watson is a retired military doctor. He has excellent practical ability, superb medical skills, and a military rank, which fully demonstrates his sense of responsibility and loyalty. If it were not for the fact that he always followed the missing passengers If you can't guarantee attendance from running around, Watson's current income has always been very impressive.

During the year Sherlock left, Watson couldn't live off his blog, and found a job in a clinic where he didn't have to work every day, and three days a week would pay him enough to support himself.

The people in the clinic once persuaded him to let him find a better job, and some hospitals also offered him invitations, but Watson refused them all.

He always hoped that Sherlock could come back. In Watson's heart, Sherlock is a belief, omnipotent, he can always create miracles, can't he?

But Watson will not tell Sherlock about this, he doesn't want to make this man more proud.

Sherlock didn't know Watson's mental activities. He stirred the potato soup with a spoon. Sherlock's voice was deep and beautiful as usual: "Come out with me next weekend."

"Is there a case?" Watson didn't refuse, and put the bread in his mouth calmly.

"No, Mommy wants to see you."

"Oh, Mommy..." There was a sudden pause, Watson stared at Sherlock with wide eyes, his expression was a little frightened, but immediately he realized his gaffe, and wanted to say something, but he was already blocked by him. The bread in his mouth prevented him from speaking.

Sherlock was a little surprised by Watson's reaction. He frowned and looked at this man: "Yes, my mommy wants to see you. In fact, I should have gone back a long time ago instead of being caught by Mike Luo like I am now." Ford forced to go home."

Watson can feel his heart beating "pound, thump", which is very abnormal, even when he picks up a scalpel under artillery fire or is pointed at his head by Moriarty's pistol, Watson is not so nervous Pass.

He chewed and swallowed the things in his mouth a little at a loss, clutching the edge of the tablecloth, not knowing what to say.

"I don't think I can go..." Watson looked at Sherlock and said in a low voice.

Sherlock glanced at him. "You said you had time, and I believe you've cut ties with your messy girlfriends."

For Sherlock's obviously jealous language, Watson might have been happy in the past, but he obviously doesn't have the time to pay attention now.He looked at Sherlock, and Sherlock's amber blue-green eyes looked back puzzled, and Watson sighed: "Well, Sherlock, I'll just say it straight, I was just afraid your mother would hate it." I."

Sherlock blinked, and the frown between his brows did not loosen: "This is not true, John, you have not formally contacted, so it is not logical to draw such a conclusion."

"No one wants their son to be gay." Watson finally said it.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows without any burden, then continued to struggle with the sausage, and his tone calmed down: "You don't have to worry about this, Mommy has always hoped that I can have a partner. He will be very happy with the opposite sex." Sherlock was still imitating the expression he remembered that Mummy might show, the corners of his mouth raised in surprise, and his voice was raised a bit, only the eyes were still cold and looked very unsuitable, " Oh my sweet Sherly, how happy you are to have a companion at last! I don't have to worry about you being alone when I die!"

Watson had a miraculous expression on his face, which seemed amused and distrustful.But what Sherlock said next made him feel relieved.

"Rogge has gone back with Mycroft, and Mummy even happily pulled Mia out for a walk."

Watson rejoiced in his heart, this is very good, isn't it?Perhaps he should be thankful for the difficulty in choosing a mate due to the high IQ of the Holmes brothers. As for the relationship between Lestrade and Mycroft, everyone knows, only the good old man Lestrade has always thought that he concealed it very well: " Who is Mia?"

Sherlock picked up the napkin: "My little lamb, oh, he may be old now, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to let Roger touch him."

"Lestrade's name isn't Roger, Sherlock, it's rude of you to always call him by the wrong name."

Sherlock pouted, but said nothing.

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After lunch, Anthea still didn't come.

The pretty woman who likes to use the Blackberry has been very obedient, and now it's only half an hour to two hours, and Mycroft is still sitting on the armchair fiddling with the phone.

When Moriarty went downstairs, he saw Mycroft for the first time. He greeted the man with a smile, but Mycroft just raised his eyebrows and said nothing.Moriarty also didn't care about this man's indifference, oh, as a good citizen, he naturally has to maintain respect for an "ordinary civil servant" in the British government.

Bouncing into the living room, ignoring Sherlock who was staring at him, Moriarty walked up to Watson, and then sat down directly, lying on the table with his chin in his hands and staring at Watson's face.

Watson was a little uncomfortable with Moriarty's actions. Even though he had just helped Moriarty save Moran's life, it didn't mean he could forget what Moriarty had done to him.

Anyone who has experienced being covered in bombs and threatening future lovers can still have a good laugh with the culprit, at least Watson can't.

He frowned slightly, closed the newspaper in his hand and put it aside, and said, "Moriarty, what do you want?"

Moriarty tilted his head, not paying attention to Watson's indifference.He just looked at this man with a smile, with an upright and simple expression: "Good doctor, I'm sorry to bother you."

Watson nodded, but did not speak.

Moriarty got closer again, his face added a lot of points to his performance, no matter who was cheated by Moriarty, he would think that this man was as pure as a flawless white paper: "I know, you I'm going home with Sherlock, congratulations, meeting your parents is a very important step in your relationship."

"Eavesdropping is not a gentleman's behavior." Watson frowned, his face full of disapproval.

Moriarty waved his hands exaggeratedly, showing his innocence, and then he took out his mobile phone, Moran's BlackBerry, with the Twitter interface on it: "I didn't hear it, it was posted by Mr. Holmes .”

Watson was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the screen.

Sure enough, I saw a tweet.

【Brother Mai who loves cookies: My brother and sister-in-law will come home with me next week, LUCKY】

...I was sold just like that, who said that Mycroft was calm and indifferent.

Watson looked at the man who was still fiddling with his mobile phone and sitting on the sofa, with complicated emotions.

"I think you'll like my suggestion, good doctor," Moriarty tilted his head with his chin tilted, "it's definitely a good choice to have a child."

Watson looked at Moriarty: "I will not betray Sherlock."

Moriarty smiled and tilted his head: "No, dear good doctor, you misunderstood me, I mean..."

Just when Moriarty was about to recommend the Fertility Potion, he heard the sound of the door being opened, and then the sound of rapid footsteps came from the wooden stairs, making everyone in the room turn their eyes to the door.

Then, I saw the man holding the door frame panting heavily. He was wearing a black windbreaker, and he could be seen as a police uniform inside. He had some white hair, but this did not prevent him from seeing his handsome face in the past. .The man took a quick breath, then raised his head to look inside.

His eyes flicked across Watson, paused for a few seconds on Moriarty, then left, and finally, on Sherlock.

Then, the man walked up to Sherlock in a few steps and hugged him.Sherlock looked a little uncomfortable, but he didn't speak, but forced a smile.

"You little bastard." The man seemed to grit his teeth and said such a sentence.

Sherlock reached out and patted him on the back. Since the man was slightly shorter than Sherlock, Sherlock had to bend down to cooperate with his movements, but the big detective was obviously not dissatisfied: "It's nice to see you again, Gran .”

"My name is Greg, you damn kid." Lestrade said angrily, but the smile on his face revealed his excitement at the moment.

But immediately, he let go of Sherlock, because the man who had been sitting on the sofa stood up.

Moriarty raised his eyebrows with great interest and watched Lestrade walk in front of Mycroft. According to his guess, Mycroft might have hidden everything about Sherlock from Lestrade. isn't it?Sherlock was notorious back then, and Mycroft was going to kidnap him, so naturally he didn't want Scotland Yard to know that Sherlock was still alive.

Of course, Lestrade was a good man with a solid reputation, but that didn't mean Mycroft was willing to put Lestrade in danger.

Conceal everything, which is what Sherlock Holmes especially likes to do.

So Moriarty was also curious about what Lestrade was going to do.

And the result did not disappoint Moriarty, because Lestrade mercilessly punched Mycroft in the face. It seemed merciless, and Mycroft stepped back a few steps. Leaning against the fireplace, the dagger with the letter in it dangled and fell off.

Watson let out an exclamation, and Sherlock seemed not surprised at all when he held his hands.

Moriarty seemed unable to bear to look away, but thought of one thing.

Everyone's deceit and concealment are exchanged for fists, except for himself, his Moran is even reluctant to say a serious sentence.

very nice.

Thinking of this, Moriarty, who was in a good mood, glanced at Mycroft, who was still leaning against the fireplace and couldn't stand upright, and the corner of the man's bruised mouth.

Oh, it hurts to watch.

☆、98·Road to the Movie King ([-])

Blackberry Sister's Fan Humanities - The Road to the Movie King ([-])

Stark Company is a world-renowned brokerage company with countless artists, but the most famous ones are not those bright stars, but the brokers.

Their managers all have this unique star-making ability. In other words, getting the manager of Stark Corporation is equivalent to half-body entering the door of success.

As their boss, Tony Stark has accumulated sufficient wealth and never worried about business problems, but today he obviously encountered a problem.

"Anthea, you have enough artists under your hand. I don't recommend you to sign this person." Tony looked at the form Anthea handed over, and looked at the photo on it for a while, "Although this person obviously He looks like a celebrity, but judging by his age... 29 years old, he is a bit old, and it doesn't fit in your hands."

Anthea pouted, even though she had become a well-known agent now, Anthea obviously still maintained some cute little habits.Anthea sat down, looked at Tony, and said brightly, "I found him on the street. He just lost his job. I can guarantee that he will never be poached. And he has a good appearance and a good voice, so he will definitely be popular. "

Unmoved, Tony picked up the hamburger from the side and peeled off the wrapping paper while saying, "Too many people under your command can easily make them feel unappreciated, Jim, I think you understand what I mean."

Anthea shrugged: "But they don't need me anymore, don't they? Steve likes being a soldier better than being an actor, Thor let Loki poach a corner, Lucius is a part-time business, Natasha... hey , she never listens to me." As she spoke, Anthea pouted her lips higher and higher.

Mentioning this also gave Tony a headache.

Steve was newly discovered by them this year. He has a kind personality, especially Genzhengmiaohong (?), although he is tone deaf...but his alluring voice alone has made him popular for a long time, but he just wanted to It doesn't matter if he is a soldier to defend his country, or a policeman. It seems that he has always been determined. I'm afraid he won't be able to keep him after the contract expires.

Thor was even more surprised. He had always been Anthea's ace entertainer, but he lived with another manager of the company, Rocky, last month.

"How could Loki fall in love with Thor?" This was a question that Tony never understood, after all, in his opinion, Tony's silly temper was not to Loki's liking.

Anthea spread her hands, looking quite helpless, but his eyes narrowed with a smile: "Thor is a cash cow, and Loki is not stupid."

Tony glanced at Anthea: "Don't engage in internal conflicts."

Anthea said with a smile: "I don't bully people." Unless there is a chance to kill Loki directly, otherwise he will not shoot casually.

Tony picked up the form again and looked at it. In the end, he chose to trust Anthea's vision.Picking up the burger and taking a bite, Thor wiped the mayonnaise from the corner of his mouth with his thumb: "Okay, you can sign him, but if he doesn't become popular after three months, transfer him to another agent."

Anthea stood up and raised her hands with a smile: "Yes, boss." Then she turned and went out.

Tony looked at the names on the paper.

Sebastian Moran.

The name is not bad...

"Jarvis, buy me another hamburger with more tomatoes."

The man in black who had been silent all this time looked up and said, "Yes, boss."

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For Moran, the experience of the past few days is really a bit dreamy.

He was originally a soldier, but with the end of the war he also declared unemployed.Outstanding marksmanship does not mean that he knows how to be a leader, or understands strategy and tactics, which makes him unable to continue working, but Moran has not learned other skills except holding a gun and fighting.

Just as he was standing on the street in a daze with his luggage on his back, a man walked up to him and gave him a business card with a smile.

"My name is Anthea. You can call me Ann. I belong to the Stark Group. I wonder if you are interested in becoming an artist?"

Moran didn't give him an answer. In fact, the word "artist" is a bit far away for Moran. The life of crying and laughing in movies and posing in commercials seems incredible.But Anthea's words moved him very much.

"Being an artist, you will have fame, status, and more importantly, money. Who would have trouble with money?"

Yes, who would have trouble with money?Moran, who never had to worry about this before, can't even afford a hamburger now.

Two days later, the German followed Anthea into Stark Corporation.

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Anthea seemed very excited about being able to sign Moran. She had made many people famous, and those all showed how qualified his vision as an agent was, and he knew at the first sight that he liked Moran. He, more people will like him in the future.

Can't sing, that's okay, that's not important.

It doesn't matter if you don't know how to act, you can learn.

What Anthea wanted was Moran, the kind of indifferent and strict abstinence style, which is popular now.

"Put those aside first." In the office, Anthea was talking to Moran about the career plan she had set for him. "Because of the requirements of the boss, I must make you popular within three months." .”

Moran was not familiar with these, so he just looked at Anthea with a serious face, but only the two of them knew how confused Moran's eyes were.

Anthea didn't care, and wrote a few lines directly on the paper, placed it in front of Moran, pointed to one of them, and said, "Do you know Natasha?"

Moran shook his head honestly.

Anthea is now sure that this person did not lie to herself. Yes, if it is not in a closed place like an army battlefield, it is impossible not to know Natasha's name. After all, the photos of this woman have already filled the streets and alleys. Received too many commercial endorsements.

"It's okay if you don't know each other, I want to hype up the scandal between you and her..."

"No." Without even thinking about it, Moran refused. Anthea frowned in dissatisfaction. Moran thought about it, and there was still no expression on that face, but he still gave an explanation, "I won't cheat."

Anthea pouted: "Well, I even forgot that you are German."

Moran couldn't tell whether this sentence was a compliment or a sarcasm, so Jean didn't answer.

Anthea's hand slid to the next one: "Then, would you like to guest-star a killer in a TV series?"

"What TV show?"

"Detective Sherlock."

Moran nodded. In fact, he didn't know this TV series, even though he was so popular all over the world.Asking the name is just to distinguish the subject matter of this TV series from the name, it looks like a detective film, not bad.

Seeing that he didn't object, Anthea smiled again, tilted her head and said, "The star of this TV series, Benedict, is a good actor, kind and easy to deceive, but if you joke with him, don't tell him You're lying to him, he's an Englishman."

Germans don't like being lied to either.But Moran wisely did not speak.

"Because it's a cameo, so there are no excessive requirements, you can use your own name, Sebastian Moran, the crew is very poor, and all the money is used to buy clothes for the lead actor, so Your salary won't be very high, but I guarantee that you will become famous because of him." Anthea smiled and narrowed her eyes, "I will contact the actor who is playing with you in the afternoon, and you will meet up then."

Moran never thought that he would act just after signing the contract: "I don't know how to act, Anthea."

"It's good to exercise, I think you must be handsome with a gun." Anthea gave him a thumbs up and smiled brightly.

"I will work hard." Moran looked serious.

Anthea smiled, took out her mobile phone and dialed a number: "Hi Loki, I'm Anthea. Oh, of course I didn't intend to disturb your life with Thor, but I just want you to arrange Jim Yes, the actor has been found, let him come to the opposite scene in the afternoon... Oh, that would be great, I wish you a happy life."

After hanging up the phone, Anthea looked at Moran with a smile: "You must work hard, Sebastian."

Moran nodded.

"If you lose to the artists under Rocky, hehe." Anthea didn't say the consequences, but Moran had an intuition that if he didn't perform well, he would die ugly.

What a strange intuition.

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In the afternoon, Moran came to an empty room early and waited.

Today, the crew was going out to shoot exterior scenes, so this place was empty, and it was not right to say that it was a scene, after all, this was just a swimming pool, and part of his scenes had to be done in the changing room of the swimming pool.

Wearing a black windbreaker - issued when he was discharged from the army - Moran leaned against the wall and looked at his mobile phone, which contained lines. Since Anthea asked him to do it in a hurry, he could only recite it over and over again.

But it seems that there are only two lines in his lines:

"Yes, boss."

"Dr. Watson is inside, Boss."

It couldn't be easier, and Moran understands why Anthea asked him to play a cameo, and he seems to be the background board with a few more lines than Dashu.

He checked it online, and apparently Holmes is a famous enough name, but forgive Moran for not knowing, so he doesn't know if there is such a character as himself in the original book, and the one playing against him is called Moriah Moran didn't know exactly what happened to the people who belonged to him.

However, the name Moriarty is quite familiar, maybe I have heard of it... It seems that this is indeed a famous work.

At this time, he heard footsteps from outside.

It was the sound of leather shoes bumping on the floor, tapping and tapping, with a sense of rhythm.Moran put his phone back in his pocket and looked at the door. After a while, he heard footsteps stop.

Then, the doorknob was turned, and after opening, Moran saw the man standing at the door.

Short black hair, brown-black pupils, and a smiling face.This person's face looked mild and innocent, and his eyes were as clean and penetrating as a child's.

"Hi." The visitor waved to Moran.

Moran didn't raise his hand, but nodded at him, with no extra expression on his face: "Hello, I'm Sebastian Moran."

"I know I know, of course I know your name." The man walked into the room with a smile, then closed the door, walked up to Moran in a few steps, looked up at him, and his smile became brighter, "I've been waiting for you 26 years, my dear Moran, I think you need to make it up to me."

Moran can automatically filter out words he doesn't understand, which is a very good skill.

But the man obviously didn't explain*, he just looked at Moran, then circled around him, finally stood in front of Moran, and stretched out his hand: "Hello, I'm playing Jim Moriarty Jim Moriarty."

Moran was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that he was using his real name, so he stretched out his hand without any doubt, and held Moriarty's hand: "Hello, I'm Sebastian who plays Sebastian Moran." Moran."

Moriarty narrowed his eyes and smiled after hearing this, but the half-closed eyes did not reveal any emotion.

Traveling to this strange world, I still found you, my Sebastian.

But you still look the same as before, you just lose your warmth when you look at me.

I hate that look, dear Morin, tell me, how am I going to punish you?

☆、99·fur hat

A big fist obviously couldn't calm Lestrade completely. He directly grabbed Mycroft by the collar and dragged him in front of him. Although he didn't have an advantage in height, Inspector Lestrade His physical fitness is obviously much better than that of Mycroft who sits in an office and uses his brain to survive every day.

Mycroft's eyes looked at the face close at hand, without any panic, even though he looked very embarrassed now.

"If I don't come today, when are you going to tell me?" Lestrade stared paperily into Mycroft's blue eyes, as if trying to discern the truth of the man's words from within.

Mycroft twitched the corners of his mouth, but he didn't smile, because the fist just hurt so much, as long as he moved the corner of his mouth, he felt pain, so he had to keep his face expressionless, and You must make your tone sincere enough, hoping to please your lover... Oh, please, of course, showing your sincerity at the right time is the best way to achieve your goal: "Believe me, Greg, I have a lot of love for Xia Unaware of Locke's return, it all looks like..."

But he immediately stopped talking, because she saw a look of doubt on Lestrade's face, and then she gritted her teeth: "Oh, yes, and this matter...Damn Mycroft, you How many things are hiding from me!"

Watson didn't go up to stop it. If it was Holmes who fought, he would go up to fight - that kind of situation is not very common - but now it is obviously a conflict between a couple, and anyone with a little IQ knows not to mix it in for comparison good.

Since Sherlock stood far away from Watson, if Watson walked over, he would definitely attract the attention of the two entangled people, so he sat on the chair without moving, and seemed to mutter to himself in a low voice. One sentence: "It doesn't look like Lestrade is angry because of Sherlock."

"Of course." Moriarty, who was sitting next to him, answered naturally, holding his chin and watching with interest the rare Mycroft who was silent, with a simple smile on his face. , in a low voice so as not to attract attention, "Mr Inspector Lestrade is a wise man, but believe me, after a long and exhausting search for Mycroft, he is temporarily unable to respond. Come out that Mycroft lied to him about Sherlock."

"Then what's the point of that fist?" Watson blinked, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Moriarty, who was in a good mood, naturally expressed his speculation: "Believe me, good doctor, I guarantee that he just saw Mycroft holding the phone, but couldn't remember to send him a text message to tell him he was safe. Angry. The Inspector is a good man, so I think Mycroft deserved a beating."

Watson nodded unconsciously. In fact, he could understand that feeling very well.

After all, when Sherlock suddenly appeared in front of him, he didn't go up to hug him, but wanted to give him a fist. There was anger and sudden bewilderment in it.

Suddenly I felt a little sympathetic to Lestrade, and I also sympathized with myself by the way, who made them share a Holmes.

But immediately, Moriarty's gloating voice sounded again: "But obviously they can't understand the feelings of Sherlock Holmes. Just like Sherlock back then, Mycroft didn't know that it would make people angry." He looked at Watson, the look made Watson feel teasing, "Good doctor, you gave the detective a fist, I think Lestrade will give Mycroft a lot of fists, who made Mycroft just now I accidentally said another thing about myself."

As if to verify Moriarty's words, Lestrade seemed to squeeze out a sentence: "I almost turned London upside down, Mycroft!"

"I'm sorry." Mycroft, who knew the times well, said quickly.

Lestrade let go of his hand, then pushed him away, turned and left, from the sound of footsteps, it was obvious that Mr. Inspector was very angry.Mycroft didn't wait for Anthea, picked up his coat from the side and was about to chase her out, but when he passed the door, he turned his head and said to Sherlock: "Remember to go home next weekend, and next time, don't be careless. Text Greg."

Sherlock Holmes the Informant didn't say a word, and looked calm, but after Mycroft left, he picked up the violin and played melodious music, obviously in a good mood.

In his heart, he regretted not seeing Lestrade and Mycroft fighting for three hundred rounds, but still with a nice smile on his face, Moriarty took an apple and started to chew it.

"How about Moran?" Watson obviously didn't resist Moriarty that much at first. Although he was still on guard, he was at least willing to talk to him.

Moriarty ate the apple in his mouth, and then wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb: "Not bad," Moriarty added, since the good doctor in front of him had no contact with any supernatural things, "Thank you for dressing Moran, I think he will be fine."

Watson nodded, and in fact he saw Thor's hand on Moran's back for a moment before Moran's wound began to heal.But Watson didn't say anything about this. After all, this is... a trick?

The two were thinking about each other, looked at each other and smiled, and then Watson went upstairs to help Moran see the wound, while Moriarty walked to Sherlock's side, holding a half-eaten apple, and stood beside him After that, it began to bite.

Sherlock stopped moving, holding the violin in one hand and the bow in the other, staring at Moriarty with amber blue-green eyes.Obviously, the sound of little Jim eating apples was very loud, Sherlock didn't hide his annoyance, and frowned: "Go away."

Moriarty took another bite of the apple, tilted his head, looking innocent: "Hey, after all, we've been living together for a year, can't you be more polite?"

Sherlock looked at the stairs subconsciously, and after making sure that Watson hadn't come down, he said, "Shut up, I don't want to hear that word."

It seems that Dr. Watson's mind is not very big, ha, it's really fate.

Moriarty cursed inwardly, then obediently threw away the apple—after all, only the core was left—then wiped his fingers, walked to the sofa next to Sherlock and sat down: "I thought you and Mycroft The relationship has been repaired well."

Sherlock twitched his lips.

"However, it was you who called Lestrade here, tsk tsk, where is the bad brother Sherlock?" Moriarty immediately felt Sherlock hit him on the head with the bow, which made Moriarty stare. He pouted his eyes with a look of grievance.

Sherlock glanced at Moriarty: "Don't show that expression, I just want to have a pet."

When it came to pets, Moriarty became interested: "I heard that your family has a cockerel named Mir?"

"Mao hat." Sherlock said indifferently.

Moriarty had a puzzled look on his face.

"I call him Mao Hat, and this name is obviously better than the common one like Mir." Sherlock declared his sovereignty, but when it came to naming rights, he was obviously not as proud and confident as usual, Moriarty thought, maybe the big