I have special killing skills

The bell officially began to vote. "

The vote Anthea was referring to was the Scottish independence referendum that has been raging these days. It was originally an internal vote in Scotland. As an Englishman, Mycroft had no right to participate, but Mycroft, who has been in control of the British Empire for many years Te naturally has his own means to control the outcome of this time.

Under any seemingly democratic and just appearance, there can be things that can be manipulated by the superiors. Mycroft, who preaches democracy all the time, is the one who knows the tricky people in the democracy praised by capitalists. The so-called democracy It is nothing more than the democracy of a few people, with timely propaganda and appropriate temptation, the power will always be in the hands of the people they want.

I believe in the truth, I am the truth.

And at two o'clock this afternoon, it was a high-level meeting within England, making the final effort for the referendum.

But obviously, Mycroft's decision to be absent from this meeting is also tantamount to wasting some of his precious resources.

Leaning gently on the car seat, the soft leather cushion made Mycroft exhale softly, and he whispered: "Turn off my mobile phone and all communication devices, Anthea, I don't want to be disturbed .”

"Does a line need to be set aside for the Queen?"

"No need. Whether successful or not, the queen is still the queen, and I am not directly serving her."

Lestrade chose to turn his face away during their conversation, looking out the window at the view of Baker Street.He tried his best to keep his mind empty and not let the information that he shouldn't know invade his mind.

He's just a little detective, isn't he?It was Scotland Yard who needed Lestrade to shine, not some damn queen.

It seemed that he and Mycroft had done it once in a corner of Buckingham Palace.

It's just damn... exciting.

Unexpectedly, Lestrade's eyes looked up, and then he stared at a pair of blue eyes that were as blue as half of the sea.

The man had half-length dark brown curly hair, and it looked like he had used a lot of fermentation to keep them fit. He was wearing a decent black suit with pockets in it, and stood motionless in front of the window, looking like an oil painting.

When he noticed Lestrade's gaze, the man smiled, looked gentle and polite, and showed a sense of alienation, and immediately, the curtains were drawn, tightly blocking everything from the outside world.

Lestrade knew everything about Baker Street, yes, because here lived Sherlock, the little troublemaker who always caused some weird accidents, Lestrade who had always acted as a half-nanny Always be on tenterhooks to see if this guy is sent to the hospital by a silly chemical accident, or blown up at home by criminal revenge.

This person lived opposite 221B, but Lestrade never knew his identity.

"Charles Francis Xavier, a very good talent, he has exquisite talent, but now he is a terrorist." Mycroft had finished talking with Anthea, without turning his head, he seemed to know that Lestrade De seemed to be looking at something, and said in a calm tone, "Although there is a lot of evidence to prove that he is a mild-tempered terrorist, but believe me, Greg, it is a very wise decision not to provoke him."

"Why?" Lestrade, who always had a sense of justice, looked at Mycroft.

There was a sneer on the corner of Mycroft's mouth, it was a smile Lestrade was not familiar with, because he rarely saw such obvious disgust on Mycroft's face: "Because he has a very dangerous companion, A man who can handle metal, and a damn German."

The three countries of Britain, France and Germany always have a strange mutual hostility. From the most entertaining football to the dark and shady politics, they always try their best to find ways to stumbling each other.

I am happy when you are not happy.It's a very realistic portrayal that could be brought into any of these three parties as much as you like.

"You seem to hate him."

"Yes, one day I will capture him and sink him to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean."

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Following Sherlock to the limousine, Watson lifted the basket in his hand and heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that the cookies inside were intact.

He doesn't want to make the slightest mistake with his presents, even if they don't look expensive and decent.

Watson didn't know what the gift Mycroft was talking about. It sounded like he had found a partner who could make Sherlock have a pleasant trip, but in Watson's head, he really couldn't think of anyone who could make Sherlock Locke has maintained a high level of joy.

The good doctor can't do it himself, even though they are lovers now and have promised for life, but the good doctor who has always been very self-aware knows that his head can't keep up with Sherlock's thinking, even if this person is willing to wait a while while investigating the case. Wait for him, but that doesn't mean he can mindsurf with Sherlock for an hour at night.If that was the case, Watson would wear himself out before Sherlock could complain about his stupidity.

Of course, if in bed|going to a good doctor there is a way to achieve the goal of making the detective happy for an hour, but it is obviously not appropriate now.

And the moment the car door opened, Watson's eyes widened. He didn't even restrain his tone, and whispered, "Moriarty! Why are you here!"

What responded to him was Little Jim's bright smile and snow-white teeth.

☆、106·Red wine macarons

Compared to Watson's surprise, Sherlock's reaction was much calmer.He just frowned slightly, then took Watson's hand and got into the carriage.

The compartment is large, with a refrigerator and a wine cabinet next to the sofa.

A black partition tightly blocked the driver on the wall, Sherlock and Watson sat opposite Moriarty, and it was only then that Watson saw that Moriarty was wearing a black coat and closing his eyes God Moran.Sensing Watson's gaze, Moran opened his eyes and nodded towards the good doctor.And Watson obviously responded to Moran's kindness, and the good doctor started the conversation with a warm smile.

"Glad to see you recovered, Sebastian." Watson held out his right hand to Moran, whom he had always had a good impression of.

Moran did not refuse, but held Watson's hand and accepted his kindness: "Thank you."

Compared to the harmony between these two people, there is a bit of tension between Moriarty and Sherlock.Even though Moriarty kept smiling, Sherlock didn't undo the frown between his brows.This made Moriarty a little unhappy, and he directly reached out and pressed Sherlock's forehead.

This is not a polite behavior, but Sherlock, who has "lived together" with Moriarty in Australia for a year, has long been used to this man's hands and feet, but the reactions of their respective lovers sitting next to them seem a little excited .

Watson grabbed Sherlock's arm, while Moran put his hand on Moriarty's shoulder and pulled it into his arms, letting Moriarty's hand break away from Sherlock.

Moriarty looked at Moran with a smile, gave him a comforting kiss, turned to look at Sherlock and said, "Detective, don't you like seeing me? Oh, if it wasn't for you helping me For the sake of taking care of the foal for a year, I'm not going to embolden you."

"I don't need it." Sherlock folded his hands and leaned on the chair with an indifferent expression.

"It's really unfeeling." Moriarty didn't seem to be disturbed at all, enjoying Moran's strong shoulders on his own, and his brown-black eyes carried the clean and simple expression as always.

Sherlock didn't talk nonsense with him on this issue, but asked directly: "Tell me, your purpose."

Moriarty is not going to hide him. Although watching the great detective deflate is a very pleasant entertainment for Moriarty, but compared to this, he would like to see the surprised expression of the great detective. Come on, even though the Holmes brothers have many differences, they all like to have everything under control.Mycroft was more obvious, while Sherlock was more subtle.

With a bit of bad intentions, Moriarty said with a smile: "After discussing, Moran and I decided to buy a manor. It just so happens that it is next to the Sherlock Holmes manor." Satisfied, Sherlock stared at him. With big eyes, Moriarty leaned comfortably on Moran's body, showing an innocent expression, spread his hands and said, "I originally wanted to change my mind, but Mrs. Holmes is a good lady, she likes me very much, so I think it would be a good choice to have that nice lady as a neighbor."

"Mycroft won't agree." Sherlock said his thoughts almost without thinking, but then, he frowned.

After all, Mycroft was the one who let Sherlock sit in the car behind. It was impossible for that man to hold a negative attitude after knowing this and let his younger brother sit with the most dangerous criminal master.

Family is Mycroft's bottom line, as he once said, he is willing to fight the whole world for his family.

But now, apparently, Mycroft agreed.

Moriarty ignored Sherlock's protests. He put Moran's slender hands on his lap, then played with Moran's fingers, and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, Mr. In the car - I'm grateful for his generosity. And neither Sebastian nor I have any spare money, my dear Mycroft even covered half of the cost, oh, praise Mycroft special."

Moran took Moriarty's hand backhand before his own fingers twisted into twists.

And Sherlock just lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then raised his head: "Magneto wants revenge."

This is an affirmative sentence, there is no doubt about it.

Moriarty wasn't surprised that Sherlock mentioned this, and Sherlock would be very disappointed if he didn't think of Moriarty.Little Jim tilted his head with a smile: "Show off your reasoning, my great detective, I haven't heard it for a long time."

"That's my job." Sherlock corrected with a straight face.

"Come on, you're just showing off." Moriarty curled his lips, and Watson, who was sitting next to Sherlock, nodded silently in his heart, but he didn't echo it out loud. Even if he agreed again, Watson would never let him Moriarty had something to be proud of.

I don't know if Moriarty's sarcastic remarks deprived Sherlock of the desire to analyze word for word, or if he was only willing to explain to Watson in a long way - Moriarty always felt that this was used by the great detective to impress Or a way of pleasing the good doctor—and so Sherlock puts his meaning in the shortest possible sentence: "Only danger would have prompted Mycroft to make a choice, and obviously you are the smaller one."

"Oh, the smaller one? This adjective is really uncomfortable." Moriarty frowned, pouted with a look of grievance, but this did not move the other three people, even though It was Moran, who was also immune to many tests.Seeing that his performance was not echoed, Moriarty snorted, "Well, you are right, my big detective. In fact, compared to Eric or Gellert, I am really gentle one of them."

"Perhaps you'd like to talk about the man who lives across the street from me."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, not because Sherlock was aware of Charles' existence, or because Moriarty wanted to let Sherlock know that his good friend was coming. He was only curious about what Sherlock said, home.

"If you want to form a family, you'd better leave that rented house and choose to buy one yourself. Just like me." As he said that, Moriarty raised his head and kissed Moran's chin with a smile, "That's great, I Moran, you're clean-shaven today."

Watson, who had been silent all this time, seemed a little uncomfortable with the public show of affection between the two people opposite him. He turned his head slightly and saw Sherlock's calm face, but his slightly narrowed eyes made Watson feel dangerous.

It has to be said that the good doctor and the great detective have lived together for a long time, and his observation of the great detective has almost reached the peak of human wisdom, because the next second, the great detective turned to look at Watson: "John, let's buy a house."

"Um..." This sudden suggestion made Watson a little bit taken aback, but immediately he came back to his senses and waved his hand, "Oh no, Sherlock, the house is not important, I think we need Mrs. Hudson, Hudson Mrs. Mori needs us too."

"But buying a house is indeed a must, my good doctor." Moriarty interrupted at the right time.

Sherlock didn't like to take advice, but apparently, in Moriarty's almost ostentatious tone, he was thinking about the possibility of buying a house.

Watson looked at Sherlock, then at Moriarty.Moriarty looked back with a smile, not feeling at all how strange his way of changing the subject was.See, it's nice that they don't remember Charles that way.

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The journey is not short, and it is not a short distance from London to Sherlock Holmes Manor.

Sherlock and Moriarty started to play "Person of Interest", and neither of their lovers stopped them. Both Watson and Moran were passively asked to play this game, and they suffered mentally during the game. And physical double whammy, so they both feel pretty good about the harmony Sherlock can play with Moriarty.

"We are like parents watching children play on a seesaw in the park," Watson said while taking wine from the car's wine cabinet.

Moran took two frozen glasses, and nodded when he heard Watson's words, his voice was low and pleasant: "And always beware that they will fight over trivial matters."

Watson shrugged: "I'm not worried about this, I don't think Moriarty is Sherlock's opponent."

Moran looked at Watson, determined to conceal the fact that Moriarty had a pistol in his pocket.

After pouring two glasses of red wine, Watson and Moran sat in a seat away from the two people who were sneering and bickering with each other.The car is moving forward, but because of the excellent shock absorption system, they hardly feel any vibration.Watson shook his wine glass. In fact, he wanted a cup of black tea more, but obviously he couldn't ask for more.Moran took out an iron box from the black cabinet at hand with ease, opened it, and there were macarons inside.

Meeting Watson's astonished eyes, Moran said calmly, "I've been in this car with Mr. Holmes before." Then, he handed the box to Watson.

"...Thank you." Watson thought for a while, but in the end he stretched out his hand and touched a piece into his mouth.Macarons have an overly sweet taste, but because of the fragrant fruit flavor inside, the sweetness becomes wonderful.Squinting his eyes, Watson began to understand why Mycroft's teeth were broken.

It really is a sweet burden to have this sweet treat every day.

Swallowing, Watson wiped the corner of his mouth, looked at Moran and said, "It seems that you and Mycroft have a good relationship."

Moran didn't eat those cute little guys, but swung his wine glass and stared at Moriarty.Hearing Watson's words, he turned his head back: "I used to be his subordinate."

Watson nodded.

"Now I want to kill him."

……Eh?

☆、107·Protection and trade

Moriarty rested his chin on one hand and looked at the man with amber blue-green eyes with a smile.

Sherlock didn't look back, but raised his head slightly, tapped his fingertips on the armrest of the chair, and said slowly after a short while: "Obviously, this case is related to his father."

"But he is a very optimistic and kind gentleman, he looks decent and rich." Moriarty spread his hands.

"Perhaps in your eyes, the people who entrust you to do those disgusting little tricks are very kind," Sherlock said in a flat tone of sarcasm, and then said, "If he is really irrelevant, there is no need to force a The unknown maid cut off her long red hair and made her sit in front of the window every day to act. You know, this is abnormal."

"What about your speculation, my great detective?" Moriarty smiled and turned to the side. "Hey, dear Sebastian, would you like to give little Jim a glass of red wine?"

Moran didn't refuse the request, he took out two more glasses, filled one-third full, and handed them to Moriarty and Sherlock respectively.

Moriarty took it with joy, while Sherlock frowned slightly, obviously he was still immersed in the bizarre and interesting case that Moriarty said, and the action of taking the wine seemed a little absent-minded.

"Attic, yes, that attic." Suddenly, Sherlock seemed to have figured out something and shouted out. The only consulting detective in the world always behaved when he thought of some details that made him feel that he could make a breakthrough. It was a little exaggerated, "There must be secrets in that attic, and a reasonable explanation is that the lady of the manor was locked in the attic-in fact, this is not a wise way."

Moriarty blinked, swallowed the red wine in his mouth, and stuck out his tongue, because the cold liquid made the tip of his tongue a little too bright red.Licking his lips, Moriarty smiled excitedly: "The reason, tell me, my great detective, I can't wait."

Judging from Moriarty's facial expression, Sherlock already knew that his guess was correct, so he began to take it easy: "Yes, this case is very weird, but there are traces to follow. The evil wolfhound in the manor, the maid lived The gorgeous bedroom, the beautiful long red hair hidden in the cabinet, oh, the combination of these always looks so weird and weird.

"The old nobleman in the manor obviously hopes to get something from her daughter. Oh, of course, it is a good choice to bring in a famous and rich young man through his daughter's marriage. But his daughter obviously does not want to receive With such fiddling, she wanted to leave the old manor to pursue her love. However, she was obviously blocked by merciless, closed attics, and mournful women's cries from time to time. Don't say it's a ghost Stories, I never believed those.

"The details, and the things that can be figured out by using a stupid head, I really don't know why those wastes from Scotland Yard put this case as an unsolved case."

"I thought I needed to remind you, Sherlock, that the head of that stupid Scotland Yard bastard you're talking about is sitting in that car in front," Moriarty snapped mercilessly, "and I'm sure, Big Mr. Holmes Will put enough cameras and listeners in this car."

Moran's expression was indifferent, but his eyes were already looking at a hidden corner above the sofa.

Moriarty followed his eyes, then waved his hand towards the hidden camera with a smile: "I'm glad to receive your invitation, Mycroft, and I didn't mean to slander Mr. Inspector." Meaning, you know, a good detective has no flaws other than being unintelligent."

Watson rubbed his temples feebly, God, can't these two get together for a while?The good doctor was now panicking that Lestrade, who had always been good-natured, would open their car door in the next second, and then dragged the two guys who were afraid of chaos out and beat them up.

Sherlock ignored Moriarty's teasing, but looked straight into his eyes: "Am I wrong?"

Moriarty shrugged his shoulders: "Obviously not, big detective, your reasoning ability or guessing ability is still as strong as before. I have to say that your idea is very good, and in fact it is exactly what you said. That The damned Baron didn't think until his daughter escaped from the attic and asked me for help."

"I don't think you can help him much."

"Of course, I don't have the skills to find a woman with short red hair in the crowd, but I have other solutions," Moriarty swung the red wine in his glass, "for example, let the good-looking woman The maid becomes the Baron's daughter, and marrying into a good family to be her noble wife, oh, isn't this a double-edged thing? I have always been so kind."

Sherlock scoffed at this: "Deceit, no doubt."

Moriarty crossed his legs: "Hey, don't torture and be mean, Mr. Holmes, or I won't play 'Person of Interest' with you."

Sherlock wisely stopped mocking Moriarty and drank the wine in his glass to celebrate his victory just now.He put the wine glass aside, opened the black curtain in front of the window, looked at the scenery that was gradually familiar to him outside, and put down his hand in satisfaction: "If you are smart enough, Moriarty, I think we still have time to talk to each other." Kill once."

"Stop wishful thinking, I never lose, only you will die."

"Last time, you deliberately put alcohol in my black tea which caused my failure."

"Don't make excuses, Sherlock, unscrupulous means are means."

Watson and Moran silently listened to the two people attacking each other, smiled at each other, and with the same helplessness, each squeezed a macaron and stuffed it into their mouths.

Oh, why haven't you arrived yet?For the first time, Watson was looking forward to seeing the great woman who raised Mycroft and Sherlock. This is definitely a feat that can be recorded in history, isn't it?

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The final result of the suspect's pursuit was that Moriarty won by a narrow margin.This made Sherlock very dissatisfied, and he didn't stop chattering until the car stopped.

"Moriarty concealed something that couldn't move freely in the ventilation duct. This is a vicious fraud." Sherlock frowned and got out of the car.

Watson glanced at Moriarty who was happily walking forward with Moran's arms in his arms, and comforted his big detective with some helplessness: "It's just a game, Sherlock, and there are winners and losers. And I think you Absolutely unparalleled in solving cases, but in planning crimes, it is clear that Moriarty has extraordinary... talent."

But obviously Watson's comfort did not get the desired effect, at least on the surface, Sherlock's depression became more obvious.

The place where they got off was on a tree-lined path, with dense crops on both sides, and a few sheep running around not far away.

Watson, a native of London, had rarely come into contact with such a beautiful pastoral scene, which in fact fascinated him.

Perhaps the scenery was too beautiful, but Watson suddenly thought of a question: "Sherlock, have you ever thought about what you will do when you get old?"

Sherlock replied without thinking too much: "Beekeeping, I have always been curious about their magical behavior before, it is worth doing in-depth research, I am going to write a book or blog about bees, oh, if the time comes You can still see the screen clearly, I think you will be willing to send it for me."

"Back then we were old men, would you still treat me like this? Like an evil capitalist." Watson glanced at Sherlock.

Sherlock curled his lips. When the big detective made these small actions, they were not annoying, but rather cute: "According to the current statistics, my dear John, you can live at least ten years longer than me. Just use your surplus value wisely."

Watson frowned and stared at Sherlock: "Hey, don't talk so casually, your medical report is much better than mine."

Sherlock indifferently opened the handle to the coat pocket: "Don't always believe the literal data, that's what stupid people would do."

It's not like Watson is arguing with Sherlock about something that's decades away, that would look silly.He changed the subject, with a slight smile on his face: "Maybe it's good to retire here."

"If you can bear to have dishonest sheep yelling at you every night so you can't sleep."

"Don't spoil the scenery all the time."

"Okay, but that doesn't mean the sheep won't crow."

"..."

Moriarty, who was walking in the front, had been eavesdropping on the conversation between the great detective and the good doctor, and when the conversation ended with the detective's groan, Moriarty said with a smile: "I think Mr. Detective should be very I regret that I didn't put on his suit properly, so that the good doctor might not be able to pinch his poor waist muscles so easily."

Moran twitched the corners of his mouth. In fact, he didn't think it was a funny joke.

Moriarty didn't mind either. Moriarty had always been tolerant of his lover.He shoved his hand into Moran's, feeling his Mr. Captain's strong and slender fingers tightly gripping his, and Moriarty rolled his eyes with a smile.

"I thought you wouldn't accept Mr.'s invitation to protect his family."

There was only one person in the Mr. Moran's mouth from beginning to end.Moriarty pursed his lips. Obviously, this was quite enviable. Even though Moran was just used to being called that, it was uncomfortable to have another man occupy a unique place in his heart.

But little Jim graciously ignored this matter: "Mr. Big Holmes asked me to do him a favor, and he paid the same price. This is just a deal, and we can all benefit."

Moran looked at Moriarty. In fact, he didn't know what benefits Mycroft had given Moriarty, and Moran wasn't going to say anything, and Moran wasn't going to ask.

Stuffing the clasped hands of the two into his pockets, Moran's voice was low and sweet: "Protecting ordinary people from Eric's hands is not an easy task."

"Even if Mycroft doesn't come to ask for my help, I'm going to trouble that damned guy," Moriarty narrowed his eyes, "he used you for a year, and left a mark on you It's an ugly scar, I hate it, and I've made up my mind to make life difficult for him."

"What do you want to do?" Moran lowered his head.

Moriarty stood on tiptoe with a smile, pressed a kiss on Moran's mouth, and said in a low voice, "There are thousands of ways to hurt someone, and I've mastered the most important one."

☆、108·Hello Sheldon

Moriarty didn't bother the Holmes meeting. In fact, he was curious about Mrs. Holmes's reaction after seeing the two brothers each bring a man home, but Moran stopped him.

"It's a family gathering, Jim, and we can visit in the afternoon."

Moriarty respects Moran's opinion, and his lover is a very orthodox and very German German in every sense.

Oh, Germans~ This in itself is a representative of personality, isn't it?

Mycroft wanted something from him, so Moriarty got a very good return. There is a manor less than one kilometer away from Sherlock Holmes Manor. It is not as spacious as his place in Australia, but the house is also It is exquisite and beautiful.In addition to the beautiful house, there is also a large warehouse, and a large pasture in front of it belongs to Moriarty.

Of course, Moriarty did not forget to write Moran's name on all the certificates.

After opening the door, Moriarty threw himself on the sofa in front of him, curled up inside without taking off his shoes.Moran walked to the fireplace, reached out and touched the firewood inside, and felt that it was dry enough before he picked up the lighter in his pocket, picked up a piece of paper next to it, lit it, and threw it into the fireplace.

The fire gradually ignited, and the house was dispelled from the cold and became warmer.

Moran took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, warmed his hands in the fireplace, rubbed them together, and sat next to Moriarty after making sure that there was no chill, and reached out to shake his slightly cold hand: "Come on, Take off your coat."

Moriarty was obviously too lazy to move, his body squirmed and rubbed against Moran's leg.Moran had no choice but to put his arm under Moriarty's arm. With a little force, he picked up Moriarty as if he wanted to hug a child, put him on his lap, and reached out to unbutton Moriarty's coat.

Moriarty stretched out his arms lazily and let Moran move. When his coat was stripped off, the black-haired man yawned and didn't go down. Instead, he threw himself into Moran's arms and muttered: "I originally thought that we could have a child sometime in the future."

"Men and men cannot have children." Moran put his hands on Moriarty's back and held the man in his arms.

"Don't underestimate the power of technology, my Sebastian, as long as I want, I can get it." Moriarty said with a smile as he rubbed his face against Moran's cheek.

Moran didn't dodge because of Moriarty's icy body temperature, but hugged the man even tighter: "Then do you still want it now?"

Moriarty shook his head, and the hair on his forehead rubbed against Moran's ear as he moved, making it itchy. Moran wanted to dodge, but Moriarty pinched him directly.Little Jim smiled, and gently poked Moran's heart with his fingers: "This is only mine, no matter who it is, don't want to share it." Thinking of the future, Moran will treat another person so tenderly … Moriarty wrinkled his nose and stopped talking.

Instead of delving into the issue of the child—that was not part of Moran's plan—he patted Moriarty on the back, and the expression on his face told the man frankly that everything was up to him, Then he said, "Perhaps you would like to tell me if what your husband asked you to do is not dangerous."

Moriarty turned over and sat next to Moran, with his legs curled up and his whole body tilted on Moran's body. His voice was a little muffled because of his posture: "Maybe, but it's only fun when there are dangerous things." Is not it?"

"That's not good." Moran obviously disagreed.

"I don't want to die now, dear Sebastian, I haven't enjoyed enough. As long as I don't want to die, no one can kill me." Moriarty rubbed Moran's toe suggestively Calf, full of smiles.

Although this promise sounded informal and serious, Moran obviously believed what Moriarty said, nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

They didn't spend too much time together on the couch because obviously they were incredibly close, but if they were stuck together all the time there would be some misfires.Neither Moran nor Moriarty wanted to waste the day in bed—or on the couch—so once the room had completely warmed up, Moran stood up and went to look for something to eat in the refrigerator.

Moriarty rested his chin, looked at Moran's back, and smiled happily.

Putting on his shoes, Moriarty bounced up the stairs, checking the rooms one by one.

Obviously the decoration of the room was to his liking, gorgeous and practical.He chose the one with the best lighting, the window facing the farm, from which he could clearly see the Sherlock Holmes Manor not far away, Moriarty decided to