I have special killing skills

I just complained and started to ask about the situation of the new queen.And Mycroft was also satisfied to see everything about himself, he was not even stingy about betraying his new immediate boss.

That poor little girl, oh, who cares about her now?

Moran did not join their conversation, but refocused his eyes on Moriarty across the way.Little Jim, because of his lovely talk, was able to sit near Mrs. Holmes, and he is now telling the good lady about his college life.

"You won't believe it, my roommate can go crazy over a toy robot, and he can use elements, elements, weeks, periods, and tables to play Solitaire, oh, that's actually quite fun."

"Sounds like you're doing well, Jim."

"If he hadn't dumped me at the Allianz Arena in Munich on another trip to Germany and nearly got me picked up as a terrorist, I'd love him now."

"I can understand those Germans who are always making a fuss."

Apparently Mrs. Holmes resonated with Mrs. Holmes about Moriarty's little troubles in Germany. As a German, Moran wisely chose not to say a word.

Making a fuss?Maybe, he might be able to realize the last two words with little Jim tonight.

The rigor of the Germans told him that he should never easily judge who is the final winner, because I am the only one who wins.

Shocked by the "Periodic Table of Elements" again, Sherlock silently cursed that damned Moriarty, and ate the food on the plate angrily.At the right time, Watson took a spoonful of Baked Beans in Tomato Sauce, which Sherlock absolutely disliked, and put it on Sherlock's plate, and Sherlock ate all of it.

As long as this person is angry and will eat things without any choice, this is obviously a good opportunity to improve Sherlock's recipe, isn't it.

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After lunch, Mrs. Holmes graciously gave time to the juniors, while she took her husband's arm to see their little lamb.

The little creatures had evidently been frightened of late, though Mrs. Holmes did not know what frightened them.

Close the door, leaving only six people in the living room for a moment of silence.

The three couples looked at each other, then walked to their lovers very consciously, and sat down at the table respectively.Mycroft was pouring the tea. He was always the waiter, even when he was a kid.

"Perhaps someone will be willing to tell me what's going to happen?" Lestrade broke the silence first, and as the oldest of these people - an unpleasant fact - she felt that she was the one who was the oldest. Ignorant, which made the good detective a little awkward.

It was not Mycroft who answered him first, but Moriarty.

Little Jim put Moran's hand on his knee and fiddled with the other's fingers, and said with a smile: "Good inspector, apparently the strange things in London have not been fully captured by Scotland Yard recently. Those weird guys has come in here, and the danger has come because of some bad decisions made by the gentlemen around you."

Lestrade automatically ignored the sarcasm in Moriarty's tone, and frowned slightly: "Perhaps leaving is the right choice."

Sherlock didn't even look at Moriarty, apparently the narrow-minded Sherlock still hated that man for mocking him.He took his eyes away from the pretty pattern on the teacup tray and said, "We have no choice, Roger, as long as you don't do something stupid we'll be fine."

Watson coughed, then tugged at Sherlock's sleeve.Sherlock looked over in confusion, then received a warning stare from Watson, and then made a sudden realization.

"I'm sorry, Green."

"... Whatever you want." Lestrade no longer expected this person to call him by his name.

Mycroft put down the teapot, looked at Moriarty, and showed a politician's smirk: "Mr. Moriarty, maybe you would like to tell me your plan?"

Moriarty rested his chin, and held Moran's hand stubbornly with the other hand.There was an innocent and harmless gleam in his brown eyes: "Before then, I hope you can tell me what you are going to pay me, my dear, only the same value will be rewarded, that's fair. "

Mycroft took a thin sheet of paper from his pocket and gave it to Moriarty.

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, took it over, glanced at it, and then smiled.Properly folded it and put it in his pocket, he said with a smile: "I see your sincerity, Mycroft. I have to say, you are the smartest one who has asked me for help so far... ...Well," the tone paused, "I may have met a smart person before, but that green-eyed guy is always stupid from time to time, what a pity."

"Plan." Mycroft tapped the table.

Moriarty pouted and complained, "You're always impatient." Then he straightened his face and said, "The progress of mutants will be delayed by a day, I have a humanoid weapon powerful enough to Slow down that iron sucking bad guy for a day. Today will be fine, but tomorrow, danger will come like a dark cloud."

"Shut up your stupid emphasis." Sherlock frowned.

Moriarty shrugged his shoulders, bared his teeth at Sherlock and showed a false smile, and after seeing Sherlock's unadapted expression, he continued, "I invited someone who thought it was strong enough for your engagement ceremony." Man, he has the ability to resist everything, but the premise is that he wants to take away a person, the heir. The devil always likes to cultivate the devil, it is really very evil."

"I want to know his name." Mycroft said in a low voice.

Moriarty smiled: "Gellert Grindelwald, he has a handsome picture in our history books, doesn't he?"

☆、112·Never Say Love

Gellert Grindelwald, a senior official who was very active during World War II, participated in most of Hitler's actions and made great achievements.

But in 1945, the German side suddenly announced his death, and he didn't even have his own funeral.

Neither Lestrade nor Watson were well versed in history, and even if they knew the name they were not impressed.Moran lowered his head and took a sip of tea. In fact, that man was his idol, but it is obviously inappropriate to mention it now.Sherlock, who habitually forgot all the unnecessary knowledge, created very deep wrinkles between his brows this time, apparently he hadn't forgotten the name.

But Mycroft frowned. Obviously, Big Holmes, who has profound knowledge in various disciplines, is no stranger to this person. He can even count the huge killings he caused, and he can also remember the history books. How handsome the blond man was, but that was no reason for his doubts.

"He's dead, and even if he wasn't, he'd be a late old man now, and I doubt he'll even be able to fly."

Moriarty twitched his lips, feeling in his heart that the first-generation Dark Lord in the wizarding world did a good job of keeping secrets, at least Mycroft's concept of him was just a dead man.Moriarty looked at Mycroft with a brisk tone: "Obviously he is not an ordinary person, he is a wizard, oh, if I remember correctly, Mr. Holmes, you are no stranger to those people who always wear black cloaks Is not it?"

Mycroft was a little surprised by the fact that Gellert was a wizard: "I don't know, Anthea is just a squib, she always has no way of knowing everything perfectly."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows: "You are very protective of that beautiful lady."

Mycroft's face was gloomy: "Don't try to provoke, Moriarty, that's not something a gentleman would do."

Moriarty shrugged, apparently not minding.He leaned back in his chair, smiling with a little excitement that could not be detected: "Tomorrow, Mr. Grindelwald will bring his subordinates to your engagement ceremony. Of course, I hope you can temporarily hide it from Mrs. Holmes. Their identities, as far as I know, the good lady doesn't like Germans very much." After a pause, Moriarty kissed Moran's fingertips as if no one was there, and smiled softly, "Of course, you are different. Yes, my dear Sebastian, you are so charming."

Moran pulled out his hand and patted Moriarty's head lightly, with a calm expression.

Ignoring his performance, Mycroft stood up and stretched out his hand: "Have a nice cooperation, Moriarty, I hope everything goes as you wish."

Moriarty also stood up, since the difference in height between them was not very obvious due to the table.Little Jim smiled and took Mycroft's hand: "Have a nice cooperation, Holmes, you have to believe that I am always omnipotent."

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Without waiting for Mrs. Holmes to come back, I am afraid that the good lady will enthusiastically persuade the two of them to have dinner.

Moriarty likes Mrs. Holmes very much. In fact, he is always attached to those who make him feel cared for. , Moriarty still smiled and left Holmes Manor.

"I thought you would stay." Holding Moriarty's hand and putting the clasped palms in his pocket, Moran spoke softly.

Moriarty walked briskly, looked up at the slightly red sky in the distance, and smiled lightly: "My tongue has been spoiled by you, Sebastian, you have to take full responsibility for it." responsibility."

Moran is not picky about food, except for the "Looking at the Starry Sky", he thinks Mrs. Holmes's cooking is pretty good.But it was obvious that his little Jim was hungry for lunch, which made Moran tighten his fingers slightly: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Moriarty, who was walking on the soft forest path, squinted his eyes happily: "I want to eat meat! Lots and lots of meat!"

"It's easy to lose your hair if you eat too much meat," Moran reminded in a low voice, "your hairline will look like Mr.'s."

Moriarty touched his forehead subconsciously, then thought about what Mycroft said, pouted, gave up the idea of ​​acting like a spoiled child, and muttered depressingly: "Whatever you want, just listen to you."

Dodging the slightly lowered branch, Moran thought for a while: "Little lamb chops, but you must make sure to eat some vegetable salad and a glass of milk."

Moriarty reluctantly hung himself on Moran again: "I don't drink milk!"

Moran didn't mind either, and directly picked up the man with all his strength.Feeling Moriarty's chin on his neck, Moran tilted his head: "How about milk pudding?"

The light in Moriarty's eyes lit up again, and he gave a cheer like a child, and he slapped the man's neck with great force.Moran was startled, and his footsteps paused. Fortunately, Moriarty let go of him in the next second, but the whole person was still lying on Moran's back generously, humming an unknown tune, Very comfortable to let his lover carry himself home.

Moran tightened his arms so that Moriarty could sit comfortably in his hands.This posture made Moran awkward for a moment, because he could feel a soft thing hardening and pressing against his waist.

Moriarty smiled unconsciously, and moved his mouth closer to Moran: "My dear Moran, if you cook a delicious dinner, I will choose to reward you." Then, white teeth gently Bite Moran's ear, "Various poses."

There was a glint of light in Moran's blue eyes like the sea. He decided to add an extra lamb chop to Little Jim at night. After all, he needed to replenish his energy, didn't he?

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After dinner and evening exercise, Moriarty curled up his entire body between Moran's arms contentedly.

"Are you tired?" Moran asked in a low voice, and seemed to be belatedly regretting that he had just used so many strange... postures.

Moriarty smiled happily, obviously he was delighted.His Sebastian didn't seem to let go when making love except for the night when he was mad when he came back. Treating him like a fragile object is a kind of treasure , may make people happy, but it will not make people happy.

In other words, Moriarty loves novelty and excitement, anything.

"I like it very much." Moriarty smiled very satisfied.

Moran tightened his arms, exhaled, and seemed to relax a little.

Although it was already dark outside, Moriarty was obviously not sleepy. He raised his head and looked at Moran who was also staring at him, thinking about the possibility of doing it again.

But just before he made the invitation, Moran spoke in a low and pleasant voice: "If you want, can you tell me some of the benefits that Mr. Wang gave you?"

Moriarty tilted his head, and put one hand on Moran's bare chest: "You didn't like to ask these questions before."

Moran grabbed his hand backhand: "Mr.'s benefits are not easy to take, I know this very well."

Moonlight streamed through the window into Moriarty's eyes.There seemed to be a firefly-like brilliance in those brown-black eyes.He smiled, then pushed himself up and sat up.

His waist was a little sore, but Moriarty just rubbed it and got out of bed.Because of Moran's better and better cleaning work, there is nothing wrong with his body except some acid.Because the fire in the fireplace is still very strong, the room is very warm, even if you are naked|naked, you will not feel cold.

But the floor was obviously not completely warmed up, which made Moriarty's toes curl up slightly.Making up his mind to get a soft little woolen rug, he quickly found his coat from the scattered clothes, then took out the piece of paper in the pocket of the clothes, and walked quickly Back on the bed, he put his slightly cold body close to Moran without hesitation, and stuffed his cold feet between Moran's calves.

Moran frowned slightly. He didn't agree with Moriarty's behavior, but before he could say anything, the paper Moriarty held shut his mouth.

After removing the paper, Moran could see the words on the front clearly with the help of moonlight.

But just this one glance completely stunned Moran.

On it was the contract he had signed to join the British military system, with a very long term, and it had been kept with Mycroft.Even a year ago, when Mycroft was struggling with Sherlock, Moran still hadn't found this from Mycroft's house.

Without it, Moran would always be "Captain Moran" and a most wanted man who had already betrayed.

But now, Moran believes that with this handed over to him, apart from an identity that is no longer valid, there is also freedom.

Not wanted and no longer a spy, Moran was just himself.

Moriarty seemed very satisfied to see Moran's absence, he smiled and leaned on Moran: "This reward, I think it's very good. Mycroft never gives up easily, but it seems that he The family really did it, and I gained far more than what I gave.”

Moran put his hands down and looked at Moriarty's smiling face.

It seems that Moran has accepted his fate since a long time ago.He could tolerate that the man in front of him didn't love him, he could tolerate all his mistakes, and even Moran could turn a blind eye to Moriarty's thoughts of wanting to kill him with him from time to time.

I'm used to it, hugging a naughty little guy, listening to her sweet words with poison, and feeling his little flattery.Moran didn't even expect his love to touch anyone anymore. After all, this is not a beautiful love story, and people don't live by love.

But now, Moran suddenly had some sparks of hope.

His Jim, began to value him, cared about him, and did everything except that "I love you".

It seems that everything has become so beautiful, so beautiful that it is unreal.

Moran folded the paper solemnly, put it on the small table aside, and pressed it with a pistol.Then he hugged Moriarty tightly, put his hands on his smooth back, rested his chin on the top of his head, and said in a low voice, "I'm very grateful."

"You need to thank me," Moriarty put his face on the other's collarbone with a smile, "because I made a good deal."

Moran looked down at him, his eyes were as beautiful as the ocean.

Moriarty reached out to touch it, smiling with the pride and arrogance that he hadn't seen for a long time: "You are a priceless treasure, and you only belong to me. Even if the whole world is exchanged for you, I feel willing."

Moran closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there seemed to be something missing and something more in his eyes.

We are in love.

But never say love.

☆、113·Grindelwald

Moriarty was very happy to be able to participate in Holmes' engagement ceremony—although he didn't know which engagement ceremony it was—but Moriarty had never participated in such a ceremony, maybe he had before, but it was a place where people were kept The thought of blowing up, obviously there is no bomb to cheer him up this time.

Pulling the top of the suit, Moriarty pursed his lips: "Sebastian, they obviously saw this dress yesterday, if I just pass by like this, will Sherlock not follow me in the future?" Are you playing a game?"

"No," Moran replied, pulling on his tie.

"Why?" Moriarty asked, jumping up from the couch and jumping in front of Moran, blocking the mirror.

"If you dress up seriously, you don't need to worry about... the game."

Moriarty thought for a while, and it seemed that he told Moran that Sherlock might wish he didn't go.Feeling relieved, Moriarty had a smile on his face again.He fell on Moran and stretched out his hand to tear off the tie that Moran had just straightened.

Moran was not angry either, but just looked down at him.

Moriarty hung the tie around his neck with a smile: "I want this, please tie it for me."

Moran didn't refuse, and stretched out his hand to help Moriarty tie his tie.Moriarty raised his head slightly to facilitate Moran's movements.

After straightening Moriarty's collar, Moran whispered, "Okay."

Moriarty didn't let him go, stretched out his hand, and gently held Moran's wrist.He raised his head and looked at Moran with a smile on his face, then raised his toes and bit Moran's neck hard.Then the tip of the tongue licked that piece of skin, leaving obvious red marks.

Moran froze for a moment, and then heard Moriarty's low voice in his ear: "I want to leave a mark, if someone becomes like you, I don't want to lose you."

"What about you?" Moran stretched out his finger and lightly touched the corner of Moriarty's mouth.

Moriarty replied with a smile: "You will recognize me, dear Moran, you love me more than I love you."

This sounds like a sad thing, but Moran did not deny it.Because this is the truth, he is willing to praise the world for this person, but obviously, this person does not have that kind of thinking.But maybe because he was used to it, Moran didn't feel any loss in his heart.

But in the next second, Moriarty's gentle voice with a unique ending sounded again: "But I am willing to give you a chance, Sebastian, and I am willing to give you the right to be with me until I die."

These words are as sweet as honey.Perhaps Moran had heard many sweet words from Moriarty in the past, but there was no time like this one that made him feel instantly comfortable and want to smile.

He wanted to respond, but the sudden knock on the door made Moran freeze, and he swallowed back the words.

He directly pulled Moriarty behind him, frowning, and pulled out the pistol from his waist. In just a few seconds, the door was knocked open, and a person burst into their sight.

Slightly curly hair, a little embarrassed, he was lying on the ground motionless, with one hand firmly covering his leg.

Moriarty recognized his friend Charles at a glance, and had already expected that Charles would trade the ability to walk for his legs, so Moriarty was not surprised by the current situation.But this man was not in a wheelchair. If he remembered correctly, Parker should have gotten one for him.

Moriarty patted Moran on the shoulder, walked forward, knelt down and gently pushed his hand on Charles: "Charles, my friend, you should probably get up and sit on the sofa, we have already Turn off the fireplace, and you'll catch a cold if you lie on your stomach again."

His tone was so soft that Moran frowned softly.Moriarty didn't have time to pay attention to the jealous Moran, he just helped Charles up vigorously, and then helped the man who looked embarrassed to the sofa.

Charles is sitting on the couch, in fact he doesn't feel pain at all now, or he doesn't feel the existence of his legs.He just gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes, his expression twisted in pain.

Moriarty winked at Moran, Moran nodded, closed the door, locked it, and then drew the curtains to leave only a gap, and he hid behind the curtains and looked out through the gap.Moriarty went to pour a cup of hot milk, and handed it to Charles: "If I'm not wrong, my dear friend, you may not have time to eat breakfast."

Charles gritted his teeth, opened his eyes, and looked into Moriarty's brown-black eyes for a moment, as if he wanted to see into Moriarty's eyes.Moriarty is well aware of Charles' ability, and his mental power made Moriarty panic in the past, but it is clear that the little professor is in a very difficult situation now, and it seems that he has used his ability too much, which makes Moriah Dee met his gaze without fear.

Charles really hadn't done much, and had spent most of his mental energy just fighting his aching brain.After taking the milk, Charles said "thank you" in a low voice, and drank it down.

The warm milk obviously had an effect, and Charles' expression became more relaxed, but the wrinkles between his brows were still not smoothed out.

"Maybe, you'd like to tell me what happened." Moriarty sat next to Charles and asked.

Charles closed his eyes for a few seconds, and when he opened them the beautiful blue had returned to them.He put the empty cup on the small table beside him, propped his hands on the armrest of the sofa so that he could have a better sitting posture, so that he would not look so unseemly, and then he whispered: "Eric, just now I saw him at the hotel last night."

Moriarty blinked. "Did he see you?"

Charles twitched the corner of his mouth: "Yes, of course, without him, I'm afraid I wouldn't be what I am now."

The lightness on Moriarty's face disappeared for a moment, but the expression returned immediately.It's just that his heart sank suddenly. Obviously, Charles didn't succeed in holding Eric down. That man really made a heart out of steel, and he has cultivated so much that his relatives don't recognize him?

Charles didn't notice Moriarty's momentary abnormality. He rubbed his forehead: "I tried to use my ability, but it's been too long, and I haven't recovered to my best state yet. Eric and I We had a fight, but he seems much more sensible than before." As he spoke, Charles looked up at Moriarty, "He said he just wanted revenge and would come back to me when he was done."

So, in fact, Magneto didn't really lose his feelings, but pushed his feelings back.Moriarty pursed his lips, obviously not satisfied with the result.The target of that person's revenge is naturally Mycroft. As the leader of M16, Mycroft has a special agency for mutants, and the measures against mutants are very simple and rude. Eric has a reason to hate him. of.

But Moriarty couldn't figure it out. Since Eric wanted Mycroft to die so much, why didn't he do it when he was detaining Mycroft?

"Who is he going to find?" Moriarty asked Charles, glancing at Charles.

Charles didn't hide him: "I didn't know his name, Jim, I just saw it from Eric's. It was a tall, thin man with a black umbrella, but I couldn't see the face. In fact I came to look for you in the hope that you can stop Eric, killing will not solve the problem."

Moriarty nodded, with a dazed and bewildered expression on his face: "I really want to help you, my friend, but I don't know who it is, or even what Eric is going to do."

His acting skills may not have fooled Charles, but the little professor is not looking for truth or falsehood: "At noon today, mutants will gather here. I hope I can deal with it before then."

The blankness on Moriarty's face disappeared, replaced by a smile.

Although Charles did not succeed in killing Eric, it is a good result to be able to drag until today.The process is tortuous, but as long as the result is wonderful.

He reached out, took out a pistol and a small box from his body, and handed them to Charles.Charles opened the box and found a small piece of iron the size of a fingernail inside.

"This is a miniature bomb. It was given to me by Parker. That person always believes that explosions are art." Moriarty smiled, "If you are in danger, you can throw this out, at least it can withstand it for a while. We need to go Look for the tall guy with the black umbrella you mentioned, but Charles, I'm sure he's not skinny, his belly is really cute~"

Charles glanced at Moriarty. If he had the chance in the future, he must study what was going on in the head of this man who always changed his face.

Standing up, Moriarty straightened his collar and said to Moran, "Let's go, we should meet our guests from afar."

It's all about success and failure. Funny, isn't it?

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Watson was afraid that he would be in great danger until today, so he put the pistol on his waist early.

Sherlock looked around as if he didn't care, with a flat expression.

"Sherlock, I think you need to go out and help at this time." Watson frowned and said while clearing the dishes on the table.

Looking at the guests who came one after another, Sherlock said in a low and pleasant voice, "No need, if possible, I hope they can all disappear immediately."

Watson stuffed a glass of red wine into Sherlock's hand: "It's Mycroft and Greg's engagement ceremony anyway, don't poke here all the time, go out for a walk."

Shylock, who was pushed, muttered a little dissatisfied, but obviously he knew very well that it was not a wise thing to annoy the good doctor.Holding the red wine, he walked slowly towards the door, but when he was about to reach the door, he stopped suddenly.

He is a mutant, and his mutants are unicorns, legendary holy magical creatures who can use magic.Maybe he didn't feel very strongly about mutants, but he was often very sensitive to wizards who were acquired by humans and magical creatures.

Sherlock frowned at the strong feeling that people couldn't ignore it. This is a very powerful wizard, yes, even more powerful than the man named Voldemort.

Sherlock put the red wine aside, raised his head and looked out the door, and saw a car slowly stopping on the forest path.The door opened, and a man stepped out from the inside. His blond hair was extremely dazzling, and his black coat covered him to his knees. He was meticulous from hair to toes.

Sherlock blinked, apparently he had no memory of this man.But Mycroft, who was standing outside the door, raised a smile, alienated and polite, and stretched out his hand towards the man: "Nice to see you, Mr. Grindelwald."

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Gellert, who came all the way from Germany, looked relaxed. He stretched out his hand, held Mycroft's in a reserved manner, and smiled: "I'm very happy to meet you, Mr. Holmes. I wish you a happy engagement." He said. Then, he nodded to Lestrade who was standing aside.

Mycroft raised his eyes and glanced at the dozen or so men, or wizards, who were following Gellert. Their hair colors were different, but the indifference and calmness revealed in their eyes were very consistent.It has to be said that the Germans themselves are an attribute, such as Moran, such as Gellert.

Lestrade also shook his hand politely. Although they heard about this Mr. Grindelwald yesterday, it is obvious that this man is quite different from what they described.

Is he really over 100 years old?Lestrade looked at Grindelwald's still bright golden hair and handsome face and fell into thought.

"A banquet held to invite you, Mr. Grindelwald, this way please." Mycroft raised his hand while speaking.

Gellert smiled, raised his steps and walked inside, his voice with a strong German accent: "Don't put the invitation to me with your engagement ceremony, Mr. Holmes, I know your purpose very well, and Jim is very sorry about this." I explained it in great detail."

The reason Mycroft said to everyone was "to protect him, he had to sacrifice a little bit to hold a ceremony. The engagement ceremony is a good idea, isn't it? Of course not Sherlock. After all his secrets are known by the good doctor, I'm afraid the good doctor will I'll just kick him out, Lestrade and I are good candidates," but in fact, he had already made up his mind to get engaged to him before he brought Lestrade here.

As for the reason?Oh, it's ready-made, isn't it?

Glancing at Lestrade out of the corner of his eye, he found that his inspector was indifferent to this sentence, so Mycroft smiled and said to Gellert: "Praise your wisdom, maybe I can ask, is Moriarty When did I contact you?"

Gellert took off his gloves and didn't look at the eyes of men and women who were staring at him - he was used to being stared at by everyone - he put the gloves in the hands of the people following behind him, and after hearing Mycroft's question Gellert replied, "Just now, on my way from the airport, specifically... Sheldon?" He turned his head and looked at the man who was looking around.

The tall and thin man turned his head when he heard someone calling his name, his eyes were round and round, looking like a rabbit.He said without thinking, "Twelve minutes ago, when we passed a small hotel, there was a blue-skinned guy walking around."

"I'm amazed at your wisdom, Professor Cooper." Gellert said while pressing his hand on Sheldon's head, and Sheldon slapped him away depressed, with a face of reluctance, as if the next second Will blurt out countless venoms to drown this guy.But Sheldon, who was wary of unfamiliar places, finally stood there without saying a word, covering the corners of his eyes with his hands, narrowing his eyes and staring at Guy.