I have special killing skills

The detective's persistence didn't help.

And, fur hat?It's a really bad name, and neither is Mill, of course.

Sherlock decided not to give any explanation for the name, but continued: "Mrs. Hudson went out today and took it away. The only thing I need to worry about is that Mrs. Hudson feeds it too much. It's now I'm overweight."

Moriarty shrugged and didn't take it seriously: "Sebastian wants to have a cat, but I don't like pets, and I don't think you like them either."

Sherlock picked up the cloth and wiped the bow, and replied casually when he heard this: "I like coca."

Moriarty pursed his lips. The long-haired breed that looked like a rich dog Moriarty had always disliked him, but he didn't express his thoughts, but stood up and walked to the refrigerator: "I hope you don't mind if I grab something to eat."

Sherlock glanced at him: "Don't mess with things."

Moriarty replied with a smile: "Of course."

But when Moriarty opened the refrigerator, he froze for a moment, then looked back at Sherlock and asked, "Is this a real human head?"

"Yeah." Sherlock replied absent-mindedly.

"You put this thing...with a sandwich?"

"It's just an experiment, Moriarty, and don't call him 'this thing', that's rude, he's Mr. Lagrange." Sherlock glared at Moriarty.

Moriarty didn't get his wish as usual, although he never clashed with Sherlock over small things during his one year in Australia, obviously this time it was different.Touching his chin, Moriarty continued to rummage in the refrigerator, and as expected, he found a finger in a ziplock bag, oh, and a blood bag.

"So you're not a mutant, but a vampire." Moriarty made an exaggerated expression, looking a little funny.

Sherlock remained indifferent, and continued to rub the bow: "John put it there. I said that the fresh-keeping bag most affected the accuracy of my experiment, but John insisted."

"...you mean, Dr. Watson helped you store these...parts in the refrigerator?"

Sherlock glanced at Moriarty and nodded as a matter of course: "Yes, Watson did a good job."

Moriarty felt that his positioning of the good doctor had been inaccurate, maybe this was a hidden boss.

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【Anthropomorphic Small Theater

Curly Meow: Stupid blue star, quickly bring the cat food.And water.I said I don't want this brand, what's in your little head?

Watson: Sherlock won't eat again today

Curly Meow: The Blue Stars came home late today... Meow!Where does the smell of perfume on your arm come from!

Watson: Hey, Sherlock shouldn't jump so high!Come down from the closet, I bought your favorite dried fish

Curly Meow: There is no mark on the index finger, he did not work overtime; the corner of the mouth is slightly red, obviously he went to that terrible Italian restaurant again; the hair is slightly wet, the arm smells like a woman, and the coat is not completely wet But the trousers are wet, but only the right trousers, the shoulders are also wet, and the pockets of the trousers are wrinkled... Meow!It rained only an hour ago and you went on a date with a woman!Don't hug me, get the hell out of here, you bloody blue star

Watson: Don't make trouble with Sherlock. I walked several blocks to buy dried fish. The lady standing behind me didn't have an umbrella. I lent her an umbrella for a while. Look, I'm soaked.

Curly Meow: ...

Watson: Here, Xiaoyugan.

Curly Meow: ...

Watson: Sherlock, is it delicious?It's delicious, eat more, come, let me give you a hug

Curly Meow: ...Okay, let me give you a hug... Hey, just give me a hug, don't put your face on it

☆、100·Mead and Bread

The way home was not long at all. Thor, who had been neighbors with Sherlock and Watson for a long time, took Loki and jumped directly from the roof of 221B to the roof of his own house.

Turning in through the window, Thor carefully placed Loki on the sofa. The green-eyed man didn't resist, but frowned slightly and looked around, as if examining this place.Everything here was bought and arranged by Loki, but now, Thor saw the strangeness in this man's eyes.

"We live here, Loki, this is your rented house." Thor said as he took off his coat, trying to reach out to help Loki take off his windbreaker, but Loki slapped him away hands, and those emerald eyes stared at Thor unblinkingly.

Thor raised his hand, indicating that he would not help, and Loki slowly took off the windbreaker, put it on a chair beside him, and sat in the corner of the sofa, as if he would jump up and run away if there was any trouble .

But this seems to be a good sign in Thor's eyes. For Thor, just now Loki wanted to scream whenever he saw him, and as long as he got close to him, he would be mercilessly punched in the face. Too deep, and now such a peaceful way of handling has made Thor see progress.Smiling at Loki, Thor turned around and stretched out his hand. Mjolnir, who was originally hidden behind the door, flew into Thor's hand. He waved it vigorously to make sure that he was in good health, so he was satisfied. Put Mjolnir back behind the door.

"That belongs to my brother."

Loki's voice came from behind, Thor looked back at him, and saw a trace of confusion in Loki's bewildered eyes.He looked at Thor, just like the little guy who didn't know anything when he was a child and secretly looked at him behind his mother, with inquiry and longing.

At that time, the eldest prince Thor stretched out his hand without hesitation, and greeted his younger brother with his brightest smile, even though he looked thin and small and couldn't wrestle and play with him at all, even though his hair didn't look the same similar to oneself.

This time, Thor also stretched out his hand, with a sunny smiling face, he looked bold but actually said cautiously: "Loki, my brother."

Loki frowned at him: "But I don't know you."

Thor's voice faltered, but immediately he laughed again, squinting his eyes to see clearly: "The lost memory can always come back, Loki, I think I will remind you."

Loki flinched back, staring at Thor's hand without saying a word.His hands were clasped together, as if he was thinking about something, after a while, Loki tentatively stretched out his hand and placed it in Thor's palm.

Thor held it directly in his hand, using his warm palm to warm Loki's cold fingertips.

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Loki lay by the window and looked out the window, Lestrade came and left in a hurry, Mycroft was chasing after him, seeming to be talking about something, but unfortunately the good detective ignored him at all and sat on A taxi leaves.

Not long after, Moriarty and Moran also left 221B. When passing downstairs, Moriarty raised his head, smiled at the green-eyed man by the window, and waved his hands vigorously.

Loki didn't respond to him, but just watched Moriarty being wrapped tightly in Moran's windbreaker with an indifferent expression, and the two disappeared at the end of Baker Street.

Healing Moran was something Loki could do, but that didn't mean he was willing to really listen to Moriarty.There are fragments in Moran's body that no one knows except Loki, and as long as Loki is willing, he can kill that person at any time.

There is a saying that Moriarty said is right, love can change people.

Moriarty wanted to tie himself and Thor together with a web of love, and Loki had already figured out that guy's trick by now.But Moriarty obviously has the possibility of being changed now. Moran is Moriarty's only weakness. As long as Loki is willing, he can use Moran to make Moriarty do anything.

The evil god never lets people cheat casually, and if they cheat, they have to pay the price.

"Loki, what are you looking at?"

Thor's voice made Loki quickly clear up his expression and look back.Thor was holding a plate with sandwiches in it, and Loki recognized at a glance that he made it yesterday and put it in the refrigerator.He came down from the window sill calmly, walked towards Thor, pursed his lips: "I want to find my brother."

"I'm Thor, Loki."

"you are not."

"I have Mjolnir."

Loki doesn't want to play this kind of game with him anymore, as Loki said, no one can have patience for a lifetime.Loki doesn't want to try, so he seems to accept Thor's explanation easily.

In fact, who else but Thor could pick up his hammer?

Loki looked at him, pursed his lips, and called softly, "Brother."

This word made Thor very happy. In fact, after Loki became an adult, he seldom heard this title. Even though Loki just beat him up with various names, it still couldn't make Thor's good mood fade away.

It feels good to have an advantage.

He pulled Loki to stand up, opened his arms, and held his younger brother in his arms.

Loki's cheek was pressed against the neck by this man, and he could feel his forehead touching the man's unshaven stubble, itching.After struggling, he was hugged even tighter by Thor.

"Come home with me, Loki, Mom and Dad will help you remember."

There was a flash of emotion in Loki's eyes, but it was only for a moment, and immediately his stiff back softened again, and his tone was soft: "No."

Thor was not shocked at all. In fact, if you have to send out an invitation every day and then be rejected every time, you will get used to it sooner or later.Thor nodded, stubble rubbing against Loki's forehead, itching even more.Loki stretched out his hand and pushed him, and Thor smiled casually: "Then wait until you recover your memory, Loki, let's go back together."

Loki was afraid of being in Thor's arms without saying a word, but his eyes showed no expression.

My brother, even if we have been together for so long, you have not learned my wisdom at all.Even if I really lose my memory now and accept you for a while, do you think I will really go back with you when I get back those memories?

I'm afraid, when the time comes to greet you, your throat will be cut by a knife.

Thinking of this, Loki was suddenly curious.

He's gone to such lengths not just to tease the man, but more, to let Thor know what it's like to lose the most precious thing.He wants to kill him, always has, but Loki wants to know now: "Is it happy or unhappy that I forgot?"

Thor let go of his hand slightly, looked at Loki, his expression changed instantly.He seemed to want to hide it, but for Thor, even if he was deceived by Loki countless times, he couldn't tell a single lie to Loki, and finally said frankly: "I'm not happy."

Loki tilted his head, his expression was clean and clear, and in those eyes was the innocent mist that Thor was familiar with: "Then why, let me remember?"

Even if Thor is not very clear about some things-such as what happened on the night Thor became an adult-but Thor still understands that Loki will never like him purely.His younger brother has ambitions that Thor doesn't understand. Thor's lifelong desire is the happiness of those he loves, and the happiness of those who love him. Told much more.That clever head always has bad ideas, he likes to play pranks, and many people in Asgard have been punished by him.

Loki would secretly cut off the most beautiful woman's long hair, but would braid that lock of hair into a beautiful pony and send it back with spirituality; Loki would also hide his armor when Thor wasn't looking. Get up, but often Thor can always find them.

His Loki was just a little bastard with a bad heart before, but later, he became unknown to Thor.Loki wanted to be king, wanted to gain a position of power, Thor didn't understand the original intention of all this, but Loki began to deceive him, and even wanted to kill him.

Are these happy?Perhaps, not happy.

Loki waited for a long time, only to see that Thor was in a daze, and didn't mean to speak at all.He was a little impatient and was about to push this person away when he heard Thor's voice: "But I still want you to remember, Loki, I want you to remember me."

"Why." Loki looked at him, hiding all his emotions with watery eyes, "If I think about it, maybe I will leave you, or even kill you."

"But you are still my brother, Loki," Thor didn't stop Loki's words, he just smiled, as if everything was right, "You are a proud guy, I I also like your arrogant appearance, only then will you be happy, and I want to make you happy."

Loki was speechless for an instant, he just lowered his head, not looking into the man's sky-like blue eyes.

Loki who lost his memory will become Thor's Loki alone, the noble second prince of Asgard.Loki would listen to him, would be the slightly smirking, clever yet utterly submissive Loki Thor remembered, would stare at him with foggy eyes, would smile at him, and, after mischief, would Blushing and apologizing.

But that's not what Loki wanted himself to be.

Thor knew this, and without hesitation chose the choice that Loki liked.

He wants Loki to be happy, for Thor, his brother is so important.

higher than life.

I will not taste alone the wine with honey, and I will not swallow the bread with venom alone.

This is what Loki once told Thor, and Thor has always kept it in his heart and never forgot.

==================【Mid-Autumn Drama Morning===================

When it comes to the Mid-Autumn Festival, heroes, aliens, decent villains are all starting to make arrangements to buy mooncakes

Moriarty: Moran Moran, look, I bought a mooncake gift pack!

Moran: Hmm...why didn't you write what it was?

Moriarty: Oh, I grabbed a random handful when I snatched it, and didn't look carefully~

Moran: ...

Sherlock: John, I bought mooncakes

Watson: Really?Oh Sherlock, you really make me so happy... Wait, why are they all five benevolent?

Sherlock: Nobody buys this one, I think I'll like him

Watson:?

Sherlock: Because I must have different tastes from goldfish

Watson: ...

Mycroft: Greg, Anthea sent mooncakes

Lestrade: Anti|corruption|advocacy|corruption is not allowed to accept gifts, don't you know?

Mycroft: ...

Thor: Rocky, Rocky, I bought mooncakes!

Rocky: I won't eat anything except cheese, keep it for yourself

Thor: QAQ

☆, 101 Chinese restaurant's big tonic soup

After Moriarty and Moran returned home, he ordered takeaway instead of asking Moran to cook.

Although it seems that Moran is completely recovered, after all, Moran is wary of Loki in his heart, and he is not willing to let Moran, who was seriously injured just now, be bumped again—now Moran is in Moriarty's heart, It was already his, and Moriarty always cherished his belongings.

"Do you want Chinese food or French food?" Moriarty flipped through the pages of the menu he brought out from the restaurant, and he flipped the phone back and forth with his other hand.

Moran sat on the sofa, put his hand lightly on Moriarty's shoulder, and said in a low and magnetic tone, "As you like."

Moriarty didn't refuse Moran's touch, but he didn't bury himself in this man's warm embrace like before, but picked up his bear blanket and wrapped Moran tightly. , and then leaned on the man's shoulder, picked up the phone and pressed a number.

Too lazy to hold up the phone, Moriarty simply pressed it on the speakerphone.

After a burst of noisy metal music, the phone was connected.

'BOSS. 'This voice is very familiar to Moran, it's Parker.

Moriarty didn't mind that Moran recognized Parker. He picked up a menu and said slowly, "Little Parker, I'm glad to know you're still alive. I think I need your help now."

'...Boss where are you!I'll be there right away! '

Parker's eager voice made Moriarty feel something was wrong, he frowned slightly, and said, "I'm fine, Parker, restrain your inexplicable temper and tell me what happened."

Parker didn't hide anything, and said like a cannonball: "Mr. Voldemort just came back and told me, BOSS, that your bed partner is injured, and it is very likely to be in danger!"Damn it, I knew Eric wouldn't be quiet! '

Moriarty and Moran raised their brows simultaneously.

Moriarty is because he knew clearly. Sure enough, that guy Viddy knew that Moran was injured. Yes, the snake's nose is very sensitive, but he left without loyalty. If there were no Jarvis and Loki , I'm afraid Moran is buried in the soil now.Moriarty made a strong mark on Voldemort in his heart, and he didn't remember at all that if Voldemort hadn't been there, they would all have died under Eric's hands.

Moran raised his eyebrows because he was afraid of a word that could be used.

Bed|companion?

It turns out that the relationship between himself and Jim is defined in this person's heart, oh, this doesn't sound good at all.

Moriarty didn't notice Moran's strange mood, maybe he did, but he didn't care.He rubbed his head on Moran's shoulder and said, "I have nothing to do, and neither does Moran. Little Parker, I need you to do another thing now. It's very important, it's about life."

'Boss you say! ' Parker replied with great air.

"Now, go to Baker Street immediately," Moriarty said with a serious face and serious voice, "There is a Chinese restaurant on the corner of the street, go there now and order a few dishes and pack them for me."

In the next few seconds, there was a strange silence on the phone, only the noise from far and near.

'...Boss, can't you just call and order takeaway? '

Moriarty pursed his lips and shook the menu in his hand: "That restaurant doesn't offer takeaway, you can only order it and take it away. Chinese people always have their own standards, but the food is very good Eat, I really want to eat, you go buy it for me."

'What does this have to do with life? '

"Stupid, if I don't eat, I'll be hungry. If I'm hungry, I'll be sad. When I'm sad, I'll want to blow up the house. Maybe I'll blow myself up. Of course, it's life-threatening!"

Perhaps what Moriarty said was too straightforward, Moran didn't know how to react for a while, Parker was even more at a loss for words, and finally responded: "I see, BOSS, I will buy it." '

Moriarty immediately became happy when he heard this. Little Jim's happy appearance is always very pleasing, with his thin eyebrows raised and the corners of his mouth raised, he looks like a child who wants to get his favorite toy.He took the recipe in his hand, and without asking Moran, he mentioned a few dishes on his own, and added at the end: "Bring me some more soy sauce, I like that."

Moran didn't feel that he was neglected. In fact, this was the normal state of their relationship. Moriarty was never polite, and Moran treated Moriarty like a treasure with a good mouth. He naturally had his own A set of methods.

For example, make your own taste highly consistent with Moriarty.

Moran who Moriarty likes also likes, and Moran who hates also hates, which can save a lot of conflicts.

After hanging up the phone, Moriarty put the menu aside, stretched his waist, and looked up at Moran with a smile: "Are you hungry?" Before Moran could speak, Moriarty smiled Then he said, "You're definitely hungry, just say you're hungry."

Moran stroked his hair helplessly, and nodded, "I'm very hungry. In fact, I haven't had breakfast since I got up this morning." Moreover, so much blood has been injected, and now I am so hungry that my stomach hurts.

Moriarty put his hands on Moran's stomach, blinked, and shifted his head from Moran's shoulders to Moran's chest.The smooth forehead was pressed against his heart, and because it was so close, Moriarty could even hear the sound of Moran's heartbeat.

One, two.

With a long sigh, it sounded very satisfied, and Moriarty said with a smile: "I still like you alive."

Moran froze and didn't respond.

Moriarty looked at him strangely: "What's wrong with you?"

Moran looked complicated: "This is the first time you have said that word."

"……what?"

"Like, like me."

Automatically ignoring the modifiers, Moran spontaneously refined a refined sentence.

Moriarty didn't realize this. In fact, in the past, he could have drowned Moran in a honey pot with a series of sweet words, but now, the ring on his finger played a role, no matter what Whether it was God, or Merlin, or something, Moriarty did not wish to perfuse his lover in this regard.

Perhaps he should be called a lover now. Although Moriarty still does not admit that he loves him to death, Moriarty chose this man to spend his whole life with him.

And this man, who Moriarty wanted to live his whole life with, just because of a confession that didn't look like a confession, made his body stiff and his heart beat faster.

It's so cute.

Moriarty straightened up, then faced Moran and knelt with his legs apart and sat on either side of the man's body, weakly, without pressing on his legs.With his upper body straight and his head bowed, Moriarty held Moran's face in his hands.

A sinister smile instantly appeared on that child-like innocent face. Moriarty, who had already exposed his identity in front of Moran, didn't mind showing him this side. Sooner or later, this person would see Yes, and judging from his series of reactions just now, Moran didn't have much interest in his work.

The thin red lips curved into a strange arc, and those clear eyes were instantly clouded with mist.Lowering his head, Moriarty offered his lips, and Moran naturally did not refuse, he accepted his lover's kiss.

This kiss is so similar to before, yet so different.

"Wait, my Sebastian, I won't say anything to you lightly."

"it is good."

"So now, are you ready to dance with me in hell?"

"My pleasure."

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When night fell, Moriarty told Moran to go to bed early.

Moran was seriously injured during the day. Although he is recovering now, the lost blood and spirit will not come back easily.After finishing the blood-enriching soup ordered by Moriarty, Moran went back to the bedroom and fell asleep.

But Moriarty was not with him, he pressed a kiss on Moran's forehead, and whispered, "I'm going out for a while."

Moran looked at him: "You don't have to report to me, Jim, I trust you."

Moriarty smiled lowly. He liked Moran's unyielding temperament very much, which made the possibility of quarrel between them almost zero.But he has his own considerations: "We used to be lovers, now," Moriarty raised his hand, the silver ring on his finger gleaming in the moonlight, "I decide to marry you, sooner or later, I think I need to give you every right."

Moran laughed. Although he didn't bend the corners of his mouth, his eyes were obviously smiling.

Moriarty put his hands back into his windbreaker pockets: "But you have to know, if you make me unhappy, I will take back this power."

"I'd never make you unhappy, Jim."

Moriarty pouted, but had to admit the correctness of Moran's words.In fact, most of the things between them were provoked by Moriarty from the beginning to the end. Even if he was as capricious as Moriarty, he knew that many of the things he had done were unfair to Moran.

And Moran has always cherished and protected him so much, there is no other lover like Moran in this world.

But Moriarty wasn't going to say it to make Moran proud. The wayward little Jim snorted, bit Moran's lip, turned and went out the door.Moran watched him leave, lifted the quilt, walked to the window, watched the figure of little Jim disappear at the end of the street, and then went back to lie down again.

No sooner had he touched the pillow than he fell asleep and he was tired, really tired.

Moriarty looked back at the unlit window as he turned off the street, knowing Moran would be looking at him, but he didn't look back.

Such tender moments were not his, Moriarty was not for them.

After clearing up his mood, he took out his mobile phone, pressed a string of numbers, and said with a smile after connecting, "Hi, Charles, it's so nice to hear your voice~ Where are you? I invite you to dinner~"

☆、102·Dear Charles

Moriarty invited Charles to his site. As an excellent consulting criminal, Moriarty has more than one stronghold in London. The one "occupied" by Voldemort is only the largest among them, and there are many others Only Moriarty and Parker knew.

And the properties in these places are all under other people's names. Of course, those identities are forged.

It is obviously not legal to do these things in the UK, but thanks to the Queen, the laws are so loose and full of loopholes that people can always find loopholes.

At the appointed place, Moriarty glanced at the surveillance camera overhead to make sure he was still in a state of repair before striding through the door.

This is a very old London building with two floors and a basement, which was once the private property of a nobleman.England has never lacked nobles, let alone fallen nobles. Now that the award of honors has become common in Britain, those ancient noble bloods have long since lost their glory.

Just like Moran, he obviously has British aristocratic blood, but he is a German.

Instead of going up the stairs, Moriarty directly opened the door leading to the basement.There were obviously signs of looseness here. Moriarty took out his hands and walked slowly down the ancient stairs, and then saw the man sitting on the chair looking towards him without saying a word.

Moriarty was taken aback. In fact, his heart was not that fragile, but anyone in the dark basement would feel scared when he saw someone staring blankly at him.

Little Jim is a boy with a crystal heart, so of course he is afraid (?).

"Charles, you scared me to death." Moriarty covered his heart, pouted his mouth and jumped down the stairs, then picked up the match placed on the small cabinet beside him, puffed up his cheeks and blew off the dust on it, and scratched A lit candle.

When all three candles were lit, the small basement was much brighter than before.

Putting the matchbox aside, Moriarty held up the candlestick and walked to the chair opposite Charles and sat down.Obviously, the chair had been taken care of by Charles beforehand, and it didn't show any mess, which made Moriarty sit comfortably.

Putting the candlestick on the small round table between the two of them, Moriarty raised his legs and smiled: "I haven't seen you for many years, dear Charles, have you followed the trend and started perming your hair?"

Charles didn't answer him, those crystal blue eyes never left Moriarty's face.

He is slightly different from the professor in Moriarty's impression. Calculating it, the reason why he was able to dress up Mr. Gong was to be remembered by Charles. If Charles hadn't saved him, I'm afraid he would have been directly killed by Eric. The bastard got his head shot.For Moriarty, Charles is a gentle and sensible person, with good-looking short dark brown hair, always wearing decent clothes, and meticulous in every detail, he is always so smart and alert, and seems to be able to see through everything He has good attainments in highly logical subjects.

If Sheldon would be deflated in front of Charles, Moriarty was very sure, so he always encouraged Charles to take a walk around the United States.

But the current Charles was quite different from what Moriarty remembered.

The half-length hair is slightly curly, and it looks fluffy but a little messy. The clothes on his body are not the suits or casual clothes that Moriarty is familiar with, but a simple sweater and trousers, and a pair of pajamas. The stuff, looks neither fish nor fowl.

But Charles' eyes were the same as before, clean, bright and clear, but less immature and more vicissitudes. Even though he still looked young, his eyes looked a lot older.

Without responding to Moriarty's teasing, Charles said, "Tell me, where is Eric."

Moriarty blinked his eyes: "Dear Charles, you have to know that I was almost killed by Eric not long ago. It was really a tragic experience, you know? My heart is still remembering The scene at that time would be plopping."

Moriarty's exaggerated description didn't make Charles' face change even a little bit. His calm voice seemed strange in this basement with only candlelight: "The only thing I want to know is Eric's whereabouts."

Such tough words made Moriarty frown unconsciously, but he still didn't mean to provoke this person, it's just that everything seemed so unusual.

With some tentativeness and too obvious concern, Moriarty leaned forward: "Charles, I can see that you have experienced the following bad things, don't you? What made you change so much."

Charles kept silent about this, but the eyes that had been staring at Moriarty stubbornly turned to the side.

This was unusual, and Moriarty knew it well.

Charles is very smart, and his mutant is mental power, which can easily invade people's brains. When Moriarty left, this person was trying to invade the brain of someone on the other side of the earth.

It's not legal, but who cares?

So Moriarty tries to keep his head blank when he sees Charles - as he did with Voldemort's little trick - but he inevitably thinks of Eric, of something about Magneto.

However, Charles was unmoved.

This abnormality made Moriarty have some bold guesses. He smiled, and the almost hypocritical disguise was no longer on his face. This kind of evil and calculating smile looked so ghostly: "I hold A Rick's news, yes, I know he's there, but I also want to know what happened to you, my dear professor, you can't even use the ability."

"Shut up, Jim, this has nothing to do with you..." Charles stood up angrily, but immediately fell back on the chair.

Moriarty raised his eyebrows: "Angry? Oh, getting angry from embarrassment is not something a gentleman should do."

But right away, he found out that it was unusual, because Charles' expression became painful, he curled up, his whole body was shaking, cold sweat came out of his forehead, and his mouth made a painful sound unconsciously.

Moriarty's expression tightened. He frowned and stood up, then squatted halfway in front of Charles, and rolled up his sleeves.

The originally slender arms were covered with pinholes, and some of them were bruised around them, obviously the marks of frequent injections.

This made Moriarty frowned, and he looked at Charles, narrowing his eyes: "My friend,