I have special killing skills

This hour of shelter, little Rocky~"

"Don't come back again." Loki sat up, his white fingers resting on the black quilt, making them look even more slender.

Moriarty shrugged, "Who knows."

After Moriarty left, Loki picked up the cup of black tea, looked at it, then frowned and threw the cup into the trash can, then wrapped himself in the quilt again, closed his eyes and began to really make up for it. sleep.

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"I have no place to live, and now I have no money, but I can use other things as rent, tell me what you want."

After Moran opened the door, the black-haired man in a decent suit took his arm directly, and then the man's voice echoed in his ears, perhaps because his voice was slightly higher than the average person's, this voice It sounds sticky.

Without thinking, Moran pulled him in and closed the door.Moriarty dishonestly put his hand on the back of the man's hand, but was grabbed by the man and pulled it off.

"What happened." Moran pushed Moriarty on the chair and sat down, while he sat opposite the man.

Moriarty was dissatisfied with the distance between them, but didn't budge either, because Moran had already placed a plate of cookies in front of him.God, he didn't eat anything from yesterday to today, and Moriarty only remembered now that Loki didn't bring him breakfast.

Picking up a cookie and putting it in his mouth, Moran waited for the man to chew it slowly.After taking a sip of tea, Moriarty said, "My landlady was murdered, and now all my things are under police control, and I have no money. Captain Moran, can you take me in?"

Moran looked at him with calm blue eyes, and nodded without questioning what Moriarty said.

Moriarty laughed, and the quick cookie made his stomach a lot better.After drinking the tea in the cup—it has to be said that Moran’s tea making skills are really poor—Moriarty stood up directly, walked up to Moran, stretched out his hand and grabbed the man’s neck. He opened the neckline, and then slowly bent down, bringing his mouth close to the man's ear, with heat in his breath.

The tea made Moriarty's lips moist, and the reddish-pink color looked very attractive.

"I thought, I can start paying the rent."

Moran kept his hand in his pocket, where his gun was.His eyes were fixed on Moriarty's face, and he spoke in a low and pleasant voice: "I never told you, my rank."

What responded to him was Moriarty's embrace without hesitation, simple and shallow.

It is obviously a very beastly thing to take advantage of a helpless man's most "down and out" time, but if he is pushed away now, it is worse than a beast.

Although Moran was rigid, he was also a man, so he stretched out his hand to hold Moriarty's waist almost without thinking, exerting a little force.

The moment he was picked up by Moran, Moriarty asked a question: "What does your body wash smell like?"

"Lemon," Moran said, walking towards the bedroom.

Moriarty pouted: "Go and buy a bottle tomorrow, I want roses."

Only those eyes were stained with emotion on Moran's indifferent face. He stared at Moriarty for a moment, then nodded.

Moriarty laughed, and then took a bite of the man's cheek in admiration, then closed his lips and teeth forcefully, leaving a very bright red mark.

Somewhat painful, Moran frowned slightly: "Only animals will mark ownership in this way."

Moriarty smiled and stretched out his fingers to press the bright red mark: "From today onwards, you are mine."

☆、Potato soup

Sherlock didn't know that his destined opponent was doing the biggest thing in his life in the house across the street. Mr. Detective was staying in the kitchen and focusing on decomposing the collected blood, although the equipment here Not as advanced as Barts College, but enough for current needs.

Watson was not as energetic as Sherlock, so he threw himself on the soft bed and fell asleep as soon as he got home, and when he woke up, it was already dark.

After throwing off the quilt and getting up, Watson took his ginger-colored pullover and put it on, then went downstairs.Mrs. Hudson had obviously been here, and Watson saw cookies and a cup of black tea on the small round table next to the fireplace.I touched it with my hand and found it was cold.

Apparently, Sherlock hasn't rested or even eaten since his return.

"You need to rest, Sherlock." Watson looked at his cohabitant with disapproval.

Sherlock was still fiddling with the microscope, and turned his eyes slightly after hearing Watson's words, but in the end his eyes did not fall on Watson: "John, hand me the tweezers on the table."

Watson was a little helpless, although he had only moved into 221B for less than two months—God knows why he moved in after being dragged by Sherlock across half of London—but during this period, he had fully seen his cohabitants various bad habits.

Proud, stubborn, with a bad mouth, the only thing to be commended is not being picky about his diet.

Resigned to his fate, he went to help Sherlock get the tweezers, but Watson also saw a glass bottle next to the tweezers, which contained a white thing. As a doctor, Watson could tell at a glance that it was a bone.Looking at the shape, it should be a part of the rib. It is very clean and there is no blood, but its color fully shows that it is very fresh.

"Sherlock, where did this come from!" Even with a preliminary immunity to small intestines in the microwave and fingers emerging from the spoon from time to time, Watson was still frightened.

Sherlock glanced at it and said, "I took it off the victim."

"You can't do that, how can you just take back things from the murder scene." Moreover, this is still someone's bone.

"Lestrade doesn't know, well John, what I need now are tweezers."

Watson exhaled lightly, very good, he stole this bone.It seems that Sherlock is not only talented in stealing Inspector Lestrade's police officer's card, but also skilled in getting back these evidence.Watson knew that he had no way to persuade Sherlock to take a break now. After all, Sherlock had stated a long time ago that he was married to his job, and now it was obvious that Sherlock was honeymooning with his job.

Putting the tweezers on Sherlock's hand, Sherlock's pale fingertips inadvertently brushed across the back of Watson's hand as Sherlock closed his palm, and there was a miraculous reaction when his cold fingertips rubbed against the warm back of his hand.Watson felt nothing but tingling in his spine, a reaction he was not unfamiliar with.

Sherlock took the tweezers without changing his expression, and then picked up a fiber from the side, which was dark brown and looked like human hair.Watson stood aside, pursed his lips slightly, put his hands in his trouser pockets and clenched them into fists.

"What did you find?" Watson tried to change the subject.

Sherlock said while putting the hair into the unknown solution: "Obviously, the murderer didn't deliberately cover up his whereabouts. He killed people with stupid passion. The rug at the door was probably kicked by those useless police detectives." Open, they never knew about protecting the scene."

Watson automatically ignored Sherlock's usual disdain for Scotland Yard: "I thought, if your work is over, maybe we can have something to eat."

"No, I'm not hungry." Sherlock firmly rejected the request.

"But I'm hungry." Watson held his stomach helplessly.

Sherlock stopped the movement of his hands and looked up at the man with golden brown hair in front of him.It seems that from the first meeting, Sherlock's attitude towards Watson was very different from others. He was willing to explain his reasoning to this person, and he was willing to take this person calling him "stupid" as a joke among friends. I am willing to try my best to adapt to the life of ordinary people for him.

This time, it was no exception.

Sherlock looked at his watch and put down the tweezers in his hand: "I think the Chinese restaurant should be closed at this time, dear John, if you like, you can boil some milk, I remember we still have bread."

Watson nodded, then turned and walked out the door, and pulled out his hand that was in his pocket. The back of the hand seemed to still have the touch of Mr. Detective's fingertips.

Maybe I really need to find a girlfriend, Watson murmured to himself.

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Just when Sherlock finished studying all the physical evidence in his hand, he obviously already had a guess, and the expression on his face relaxed.He wasn't ready to come out of the kitchen though, there were still some things to tidy up.In order to prevent his roommate from fainting due to hypoglycemia during the experiment, Watson did not go out. Since the kitchen has been occupied by Sherlock, Watson had to go downstairs to borrow Mrs. Hudson's kitchen.

Watson can't cook many things, but for Sherlock, he can even eat bread and milk very well, and Watson's poor cooking skills can naturally support him.

Bread and milk were too monotonous. After washing a few potatoes, Watson clumsily peeled them.

At this time, someone knocked on the door from outside.Watson stopped what he was doing, put the potatoes and the knife aside, and went to open the door.

Outside the door was a tall, blond man. Watson was no stranger to this man. This man moved in a month ago. Compared with the difficult Loki, this indifferent but polite Mo Mr. Lan is really a good neighbor.

"Hello, Dr. Watson." Moran stubbornly buttoned the top button of his shirt, and even if it was only a short walk from the opposite room, he tidied himself up, "Excuse me terribly sorry."

Watson smiled: "It's okay, do you have anything to ask for Sherlock? He may be busy now, you can come in and sit down." He turned sideways to let him in.

Moran didn't enter the door, but said, "No, I want to borrow some milk from you. After all, it's inconvenient to go to the supermarket at this time."

Helping others is also a good quality of a good doctor: "Okay, just wait a minute."

There were still two bottles of milk in the refrigerator, and Watson gave Moran the unopened bottle.Moran thanked him and turned to leave.

Watson, on the other hand, continued to peel potatoes, preparing to make a potato soup.

As for whether it tastes good or not... who knows.

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[There is a Sherlock who is boring: the potato soup made by John is delicious =v=]

-Comment:

-Sister Blackberry wrote a fan: From the monitoring point of view, it is obviously dark cuisine

-Inspector Lestrade: LS's, people are tough

- Watson of Baker Street: QAQ I thought it was delicious, Sherlock you lied to me

- There is only Sherlock who is boring:  …

-Sister Blackberry wrote a fan (computer): ... BOSS help!Your brother hacked my BlackBerry!

-Maggie who loves cookies: Anthea, you should listen to Greg and stop talking.In addition, this machine will not be reimbursed

- Blackberry sister writes a fan (computer): T^T

☆, Bad-hearted little Jim

When Moran returned, Moriarty hadn't got up.He lay lazily on the bed, holding a cigarette and slowly blowing a smoke ring.Moran disapproved of the man smoking while lying on his bed. He walked over, took the cigarette from Moriarty's hand, stubbed it out, and threw it into the trash can.

Moriarty didn't care, he snorted and wrapped himself in the quilt again.The next moment, the quilt covering his head was pulled off by Moran, and Moriarty stared at the well-dressed blond man with short black hair that was somewhat messy.

"Get up and eat." Moran took a dark green pajamas from the closet and put them on the bed, his eyes involuntarily glanced across Moriarty's neck, and turned back the next second.

Moriarty obviously noticed the man's gaze, and his anger at being offended just now subsided a lot.It has to be said that sometimes people are really instinctive animals. Moran seems to be a lot more patient with Moran, his bed partner who accidentally got along with him.Rubbing the red mark on his neck with his fingertips, the smooth movement just now made him feel good.The black-haired man tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his thin pink lips easily drew a shallow and seductive arc: "Dear Moran, I never knew you had the talent to cook."

There was no trace of expression on Moran's cold face: "I have to learn something when I live alone."

Moriarty smiled noncommittally, and when he looked up again, the blond man had already left, and the sound was heard in the kitchen not long after.The light coming in from the door is warm yellow, which looks comfortable and warm. Moriarty's fingers curled up gently on the quilt, and the other hand touched the pistol he stuffed under the mattress, feeling at ease. He squinted his eyes.

Always be vigilant, which is also the basic quality of consulting criminals, and Moriarty is a very qualified criminal master.

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Moriarty lifted the quilt, not minding being exposed to Moran at all.Standing barefoot on the soft floor, Moriarty thought of the small white woolen carpet in his house while putting on his clothes. Because he liked it, Moriarty always took good care of it so that it would not get dusty, but Now apparently his favorite rug has been soiled by Madame Maxime.

If I knew it earlier, I would have asked Parker to shoot that bastard a few more times.Moriarty pouted, thinking about evil things in his heart, but his face showed simple grievances.

Wearing fluffy slippers—I don't know how Moran, a lonely guy, can have such cute things—Moriarty walked to the kitchen.The kitchen was cleaned up, or rather, it looked deserted because there were few things.The fireplace in the room was very hot, so even if you just tied up your pajamas loosely, you wouldn’t feel cold. Moriarty leaned on the door frame with his hands folded and looked at Moran who was constantly stirring in front of the pot, and said: Said: "I don't like to drink milk."

"Only this." Moran said without looking back.

Moriarty curled his lips: "Then I'll add sugar, a lot."

After hearing this, Moran took the sugar jar without saying a word, and poured half of the jar into it.

Moriarty was very satisfied with Moran's obedience, and when he saw the apron on Moran's body, the smile on Moriarty's face deepened.The small floral apron, with lace edges on it, looks very...girly.

"This one is cute." Moriarty walked over, smiled and reached out to tug at the edge of the apron.

Moran continued to boil the milk intently: "It was given by someone else."

Moriarty narrowed his eyes, perfectly concealing the desolation inside: "It seems that you like her."

The uniqueness of English allowed Moran to easily distinguish the word "SHE".He continued to spin the spoon, his tone neither fast nor slow: "She is always very thoughtful about things."

Moriarty didn't like to hear that. Yes, he was sure these things were all from this guy's so-called "ex-girlfriend".After all, not every man would prepare a pair of furry slippers and a small floral apron at home, and this recognition made Moriarty unknown.He doesn't mind whether his lover has an ex, it doesn't matter, just like he doesn't mind whether his pistol has a nice pattern, he is very pragmatic, as long as it is easy to use.However, Moriarty was sure that this man was a virgin, and now there were various signs that he had a woman, or a relationship that could accept gifts, which made Moriarty feel that his clever mind was being questioned.

But he didn't make a scene—that's what a little girl would do—but stretched out his hand, and took Moran's hand from behind lightly and slowly.

Moran was much taller than Moriarty, and Moran's forehead just touched the man's shoulder. Moran moved his body, but he didn't struggle.But the next moment, he regretted his momentary soft-heartedness.

Because, Moriarty's hand has already restlessly stretched into his hand, and then dexterously clenched his wrist, his slender and soft fingers tightly clenched, gently rubbing, with a smile on his face Simple.

It has to be said that Moran is a mature man, he is calm and composed, and his mental quality allows him to save his life in the hail of bullets.Although he left the battlefield because of his serious injuries and a brain impact that caused some things to be remembered badly, this did not damage Moran's persistence in his usual calmness.

But as long as he is a man, he may not be able to be calm and self-sufficient at this time, at least Moran cannot.

The blond man stretched out his hand impatiently and grabbed the wrist of the black-haired man behind him. This man's wrist was so slender that Moran felt that he could break him with all his strength.

"Don't make trouble, at least let me finish cooking, I'm very hungry." Moran tugged at the man's wrist and looked back at him.

Moriarty never thought of letting him go so easily, with a harmless smile on his face, but he was doing very indecent things in his hands.He stood on tiptoe, his forehead slowly touched the blond man's chin, the fine stubble made him itchy, finally, Moriarty said slowly: "I just want to tell you that I am the best That, what you get will be the best lover in the world. Dear Sebastian, I will seduce you, abduct you to hell, and enjoy the joy in the endless darkness."

It has to be said that even though Moran knew that this person always had some helpless little evil thoughts, he still couldn't resist the sinful soul under the pure appearance.Moran didn't know Moriarty's background, they had only known each other for a day, and even Moran didn't know if the name the man said to him was his real name.But this man just has the ability to immerse him in the abyss of sin, and quickly fuck | sleep | bed with someone who looks like a day.Moriarty made no secret of his wickedness, because he knew Moran would love this.

Moran admitted that he was seduced, as Moriarty said, he was a good lover, and he was about to fall in love with him.

Even knowing that this person has endless evil intentions and strange little suspicions.

Moriarty, however, was unwilling to let him go so cheaply, and pushed Moran away resolutely, and smiled simply in the astonished eyes of the blond man: "I'm tired, I'm going to take a shower, I hope you've already bought me My favorite body wash."

Moran had nothing to do with him. Yes, even though Moran was very slow in certain aspects, he now knew that Moriarty was angry with him, and even did not hesitate to use this method to retaliate against him.It was a sweet little trick, but Moran didn't think he was doing anything the man didn't like.

Maybe it's one thing not to buy body lotion, but, God, he's borrowing even milk at this hour, where can he get body lotion?

Moran pursed his lips, took out his cell phone, and dialed a number.

Answering the phone on the opposite side was a formulaic female voice: 'Mo Lan, it's late, I've already left work. '

"Anthea, I want to know where I can buy rose body wash?"

The woman was obviously stunned, and then her tone became a little funny: "Mr. Captain, are you finally ready to find a girlfriend?"God, you guys have progressed to this point, am I going to tell the BOSS that your good deed is about to take a leave of absence for you? '

A moment of embarrassment appeared on Moran's cold face: "The younger brother of the BOSS has another case. I think it's better not to bother the BOSS." Even though his BOSS never talked about his high-functioning reaction However, in view of some of the things he had asked Moran to do—so small as to close the window for that person in case he caught a cold and ordered takeaway to fear that he would starve to death—Molan had every reason to believe that his BOSS had something to do with it. Loving family is a wonderful quality, and it runs deep.

'Okay, I was just kidding.You'll have rose body wash, my captain. '

And just when Moriarty was sulking at the lemon shower gel in the bathroom, the door of the bathroom was knocked, and Moriarty opened it, and saw Moran standing in front of him, and the blond boy was turning his head away. Going aside, holding a bottle of rose shower gel in his hand.

Moriarty was surprised, then laughed, and gave Moran a rewarding kiss.The water droplets from the hair dripped on the back of Moran's hands, which felt a little hot.

☆, a can of dried fish

Moran's workmanship is good. Although the sugar content in the milk is a bit scary, Moriarty is a very easy to feed. In addition, he just teased Moran and had a hot bath, which made him feel better. few.

Stirring the oatmeal in the bowl with a spoon, Moriarty ate slowly, glancing at Moran across the corner of his eyes.This man was impeccable in both behavior and dining etiquette, and he was as rigid as a nobleman, and Moriarty seemed a little unaccustomed to the seemingly deep-rooted rules.

After dinner, Moran turned on the TV and tuned to the news channel. The female announcers of the late-night news seemed to be less energetic during the day, and they seemed to have no good voice, but Moran still sat on the sofa and listened.Moriarty pouted, walked into the kitchen on fluffy slippers, rummaged around and finally found something that could be used as a snack, a jar of dried fish, he walked back to the sofa with the jar in his arms, and put himself Curled up on the sofa, the bare calves outside the pajamas were directly stuffed into Moran's roomy clothes.

Moran blinked. There was a moment of doubt in those blue eyes, but they immediately calmed down.

Moriarty took a small dried fish from the kidnapper and threw it into his mouth. It tasted good. He smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Why do you have this at home?"

Moran didn't take his eyes off the TV, which was showing a recent murder: "I wanted to have a cat, but then I didn't think I was suitable for pets."

"I think you are very suitable." Moriarty simply rubbed his whole body into Moran's arms, enjoying the warm embrace of his new lover contentedly.What he said was not a lie. In a short period of time, Moriarty had fully seen the flexible life skills of the former captain. It seemed that he did all kinds of housework very well and knew how to take care of others.However, Moriarty narrowed his brown and black eyes, "But I don't think I would like you to have cats, I don't like cats."

Moran was noncommittal. In fact, he couldn't remember why he wanted to have a cat.

He took a small dried fish and chewed it, and brought another one to Moran's mouth, Moriarty said casually: "Dear Sebastian, I wonder if you have a job now? I think, as a tenant who comes to your place for dinner, I need to know whether my landlord is capable of making money."

Moran didn't eat it, but squeezed the dried fish with his hands. He didn't like to eat snacks. Hearing Moriarty's question, the blond man spoke slowly, his voice was as low as the wind passing through the valley: "I want to What I want is to live here, and then help the Mr. Detective across the street solve his troubles, as for the money, I don’t need to worry about it.”

"Oh?" This obviously made Moriarty curious. In fact, there is probably no one in this world who knows more about Sherlock than Moriarty. Moriarty met little Sherlock by the swimming pool when he was a child. I knew when I was there that maybe they were very similar.

Smart, world-weary, hates being bored, and has no friends.

It is worth thinking about the person who can let Moran, a retired captain, protect Sherlock.

Moriarty smartly didn't continue to ask, but changed the subject: "I guess you used to be an aristocrat." Moriarty tilted his head, and the water droplets from his hair dripped into the open neckline of his pajamas. The bare collarbone rolled down.

Moran took the towel and put it on Moriarty's head, and gently wiped the man's hair with his strong fingers: "Perhaps, what Britain lacks most is the declining nobles."

Yes, what is England but decay and darkness.

Most of Moriarty's face was covered by the towel, which prevented Moran from seeing the cold and sarcastic smile on his face.When Moran took down the towel, Moriarty had that lazy expression again, perhaps because his eyes were covered by the towel just now, and now there was mist in it when it came into contact with the light.

Moran felt she was right not to own a cat.

Because the soft little Jim he was holding was much prettier than a cat.

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When he wakes up the next morning, Moriarty is greeted by an unexpected visitor.

When he walked out of the bedroom, he saw Rocky in a suit sitting on a chair with a cup of black tea in his hand, while Moran was sitting opposite him, reading a newspaper, when the morning light fell The atmosphere is quiet and peaceful.

But what Moriarty hates most is silence, he likes to turn everything upside down.

"Why are you here?" Moriarty stepped on the furry slippers and walked to Moran's side, and sat down politely.

Loki didn't answer, just raised his eyebrows.But Moran stretched out his hand and tightened Moriarty's collar: "The fireplace is not burning yet, put on your clothes."

Moriarty accepted it with a smile, but his eyes were on Loki.Loki picked up the black tea cup and took a sip, then said: "I think I need to come see you, since a certain Mr. detective came to knock on my door early in the morning to see you..." Loki's The voice paused, "Witness."

Moriarty seemed to have just remembered that someone died the night before, and Loki was the lawyer he hired.Looking at Loki's expression, he knew that the barrister was very dissatisfied with the meeting with Sherlock this morning, and he also knew what would happen when the two met.Moriarty was a little curious about that scene, so he didn't refute Loki's complaints, but said: "I think I need to see him, after all, as a poor gay man who has seen the corpse, I now obviously You should have adjusted your mood." As he spoke, he squeezed Moran's wrist with a smile, and felt the man's heartbeat speeding up with satisfaction.

"I want to know what happened." Moran frowned slightly. Although it was polite to meddle in other people's private affairs, it was obvious that their words had developed to a very strange place.

Murder is such a bad term.

Loki didn't say a word. In fact, this handsome man with green eyes has an inexplicable rejection of the "atrium people" he called. If it wasn't for avoiding his brother's "friends", Moriarty thought, I'm afraid this People will directly leave the earth and fly into the universe.

Moriarty, on the other hand, curled the corner of his mouth, and instead of answering Moran, turned his head and pressed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.Loki obviously didn't like this kind of scene, his green eyes were full of dislike, and there was also vague anger, which obviously reminded him of something.Moriarty noticed this sensitively, so he deepened the kiss without hesitation, and then saw the anger in Loki's eyes getting stronger and stronger.

Perhaps it can be guessed that there may be other things between this silver tongue and his most hated brother.

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[Sister Blackberry wrote a fan: It seems that my abstinent | colleague got a girlfriend, which is really good.Express envy that he still has time to fall in love]

-Comment:

-Mike who loves cookies: as long as it doesn't interfere with work

- Watson of Baker Street: Very nice

-There is only Sherlock who is bored: have a girlfriend?boring

-Watson of Baker Street: Well, Sherlock, you will have one sooner or later, you can't spend your whole life with your Mr. Skull and experimental equipment

- Sherlock is boring: no

-Watson of Baker Street: Don't be stubborn

-It's boring to have Sherlock: with you

- Watson of Baker Street:  …

-Sister Blackberry wrote a fan: Hey, from LS, can you show your affection and blind your eyes =A= Can you sympathize with being single

-Little Jim: Show affection and divide quickly

-Huoguang Parker: Drag it out and burn it, please call me FFF group =v=

☆, the angel of justice

Loki doesn't want his neighbors to stay in his house, so Moriarty needs to knock on the door of 221B when he goes to see Sherlock.He stood on the steps, tilted his head, then reached for the door knocker and knocked it three times.When the door knocker was released, Moriarty's hand paused, and then he stretched it up again and broke the door knocker to the left, at several angles.

"I still have a case this afternoon, so I hope you can as soon as possible." Loki's cold green eyes did not notice Moriarty's movements at all, but stared at the watch on his wrist.

Moriarty pouted: "Dear Loki, you broke my heart."

Rocky frowned in disgust: "I am willing to accompany you to play games with that Mr. Detective purely because you won the bet through deception. I think I need to fight for my reasonable rights."

Moriarty laughed: "Hey, Mr. Lawyer, you have an occupational disease."

The green-eyed man didn't speak anymore, because the door had been opened from the inside at this time.

When Moriarty raised his head, the smile on his face was as harmless as ever, and he pursed his lips uncomfortably when he saw the man with golden brown hair: "I heard from Loki that you want to see me."

Watson didn't have a deep impression of Moriarty. After all, Moriarty was sitting in the room with his head bowed. Watson was dragged away by Sherlock without even seeing his face clearly.However, when Watson saw Loki, he realized the identity of this person, looked at the stairs at the back, and said, "Sherlock wants to see you, he's upstairs." Said, slightly dodged to give way to the door.

Moriarty smiled, rubbed his coat uncomfortably with the back of his hand, and entered the door.Loki walked behind him, glanced at Watson, and then looked away.

Instead of sitting in a chair to greet the guests, Sherlock stood in front of the microwave in the kitchen, staring at his watch.When Moriarty entered the door, he saw Sherlock put down his wrist and quickly opened the door of the microwave oven. There was a strange smell inside, like the smell of a sweater thrown into a fire and burnt.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes." Moriarty showed a perfect cramped smile, politely did not go into those experimental instruments, but stood in the living room.

Watson glanced at Sherlock, and found that the man didn't move at all, just focused on crushing the black fibrous substance in the glassware that had just been taken out of the microwave with tweezers.He showed Moriarty and Loki a friendly look, and used it to make up for his roommate's rudeness: "Please sit down, Sherlock seems to be busy."

Loki nodded slightly and sat on the single sofa, while