I have special killing skills

Moriarty looked left and right, slowly took out a tissue from his pocket, then patted the corner of his clothes lightly before sitting down.

Sherlock glanced sideways, noncommittal about Moriarty's actions.

Putting down his work, Sherlock walked out of the kitchen.Watson didn't go to prepare a cup of tea for the guests, because Sherlock put the glass cup with the little rib soaked in it on the kitchen table majesticly, and he would see it as soon as he entered the door. If I make it myself, I'm afraid Loki and Moriarty won't drink it either.

Sherlock sat down in his armchair - which Moriarty noted sharply was a bit taller than the others - and then the eyes of the world's only consulting detective turned to the world's only consulting criminal. : "Tell me what you saw."

He didn't even ask for his name, it seemed that Sherlock was just as arrogant and confident as he appeared to be.The black-haired man rubbed his hands, and his blushing face began to turn pale: "That was a very bad experience, Mr. Holmes, I came home late that day, and when I got back, I found out...God, that was terrible. It's..."

The black-haired man suddenly stopped speaking, which made Dr. Watson's eyes flicker with unbearable, while Loki turned his head away and began to study Mr. Skull on the fireplace.Sherlock obviously doesn't like people who talk slowly, which makes him feel that his thoughts are being slowed down: "So long story short, have you ever seen a rug, it's right by the door."

"I've seen it." He nodded, very well-behaved.

"What's on it?"

"I don't remember, sir."

This answer made Sherlock dissatisfied, but he obviously had no hope in the memory of this witness, and now in his eyes, Little Jim is just a poor little goldfish: "I need you to give me something, that is on record Found the shoes worn at the scene."

Jim Little Goldfish Moriarty nodded, with a better expression on his face, obviously as long as he didn't have to recall it, it would make him feel a lot more relaxed: "Okay sir."

"Perhaps I will need you to return to the scene of the crime one more time."

This suggestion obviously shocked poor little Jim, his eyes widened, and he subconsciously reached out to Loki's cuff and clenched it tightly.Loki mercilessly pulled his hand off, then looked at Sherlock with green eyes and said, "I refuse, Mr. Holmes, my client has the right to protect his body and mind from damage, and we have the right to refuse your request." .”

Sherlock frowned. Obviously, he didn't like Loki, and Sherlock would always have a lot less patience with people he didn't like: "It's not too much, it will find the murderer faster."

Loki pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a smile, but it was full of indifference and arrogance: "Who is the murderer has nothing to do with my client."

Moriarty's eyes were large and bright, and there was a strange flash of emotion in them as he stared at Loki.

And Loki still maintained that smile, raised his chin slightly, and paused every word: "The angel of justice has never been on my side, but I will win in the end to win the fairness in my heart."

"You have to agree." Sherlock looked at Moriarty, and the black-haired man tilted his head, showing a simple smile that couldn't be concealed.

Loki had already stood up, his short black hair combed back looked very docile, and his emerald eyes made him look indescribably proud: "If you call me a goldfish again, the Atrium man, I promise I will Take you to court, and even if you have a brother from the British government, it won't stop me from throwing you in jail."

After Loki and Moriarty left, Watson was speechless looking at the sentences recorded in his notebook.On this, the witness—forgive him for not knowing the name of that person until now—said very little, but mostly the dialogue between Loki and Sherlock.

It has to be said that Loki has a very dexterous tongue, able to keep up with Sherlock's speech speed and counterattack, which also made Watson see for the first time that Sherlock was being satirized in language.

"When did you call him a goldfish?" Watson was surprised by the word that came out of Sherlock's mouth. In fact, he still couldn't understand what this brother meant.

Sherlock curled his lips: "I just thought about it, maybe I just said it... who knows."

"So, Sherlock, do you have any clues?"

Sherlock glanced at Watson, and suddenly threw himself on the sofa without speaking.It seems that since Peanuts confiscated his cigarettes and nicotine patches, Sherlock's way of thinking has become lateral.Watson looked at the notebook in his hand, thought for a while, and finally crossed out what Loki said last.

A good doctor will always do something to protect the sharp and sensitive heart of his roommate.

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[Inspector Lestrade: This month, three people have asked me for leave because of their marriage. God, why did they all choose this month. 】

-Comment:

-Mike who loves cookies: I can ask for leave anytime if you want

- Inspector Lestrade: you go away

- Sherlock is boring: I heard that a couple of mutants remarried a few days ago, what a disaster

-Watson of Baker Street: It's X-MAN

- Sherlock is boring: Watson, I want fried dumplings

- Watson of Baker Street: Well, go out and eat

-Maggie who loves cookies: I'll send them over

- Watson of Baker Street: ...Mycroft, you shouldn't spoil him so much

☆、Careful little Jim

"You have something to hide from me." Leaving 221B, when passing the alley between the two houses, Loki stopped suddenly, turned around, and stared at Moria in front of him with emerald eyes pedicle.

Moriarty blinked and took two steps back.It wasn't that he was frightened by Loki's suddenly cold tone, but that he didn't like to raise his head and talk to people, and Loki was much taller than him.After distanced himself from Loki, Moriarty tilted his head: "Everyone must have their own little secret, dear Loki."

Rocky frowned, apparently not liking such an intimate address: "I don't care about your secrets, people in the atrium, I am neither a police detective nor a detective, I just hope that the murderer will be caught or killed as soon as possible, so that your The commission was completed early."

Moriarty tilted his head with a smile, his smile was as pure and simple as usual: "We need a bond, and I don't want to end the game with that Mr. Detective so quickly."

Loki was not satisfied with this answer, he took a few steps forward, raised his hand, and stretched out his slender fingers to press on Moriarty's heart.

Moriarty didn't stop him, but stared at his fingertips with great interest. When he saw the faint blue light emanating from the man's fingertips, Moriarty's brown-black eyes sparkled interest: "Hey, is this your little trick?"

Loki narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

"But you'd better stay away from me, my Moran will misunderstand. But if you light it up at night, it will save electricity."

Loki was obviously irritated by him, and exerted a little force: "Shut up, people in the atrium."

Moriarty didn't seem to be annoyed by his attitude at all, but was still looking at the man's shiny fingertips with great interest.Suddenly, many strange scenes flashed through his mind, like a slide show.The curly-haired boy who was driven out by the police by the swimming pool, the dazzling and warm lights in the closed windows, and the smoke of the war in Afghanistan.Then, the scene that Moriarty thought he had forgotten reappeared. On a tall tree, a man in a straight military uniform was lying on a branch and sleeping, the brim of his hat covered the man's golden hair, but Moriarty He reached out his hand, took off his hat, and gently kissed the man's opened blue eyes.

"Jim, let me go."

"Dear Mr. Captain, this is Afghanistan, and I am exchanging my body for your asylum, and I hope you will accept it calmly."

……

The dusty memory was put in a box, already covered with dust and dust, and placed in a small corner.But now at the moment when it is forced to open, the surging emotions are overwhelming.

"Enough." Moriarty withdrew his smile, and retreated abruptly to avoid Loki's control.He narrowed his eyes slightly, with obvious anger inside, "Sweetie, it seems that you have some amazing little tricks, but don't use them on me."

Loki withdrew his hand, he had already got what he wanted, so he was not persistent.He looked at Moriarty with a sudden puzzlement in his eyes.

He grew up in Asgard, even if he has no blood relationship with the people there, he still has a life that shines with the sun and the moon, which makes Loki dismissive of the Atrium people whose birth name is like a mayfly where the roots lie.But even though Loki had lived through so many years, he had seen very little love and hate in those long years.This makes him treat other people's feelings with direct interests, love desires life and evil desires death, simple and powerful.

Without his scepter, Loki can't perfectly control people's hearts, but he still has the ability to read minds.Those memories of Moriarty that Loki saw clearly and irritated Moriarty, there was a person in it, someone Loki knew very well.

Sebastian Moran, who lives in the house across the street, is currently Moriarty's cohabitant.

"I thought you would like him a lot." Loki frowned, "but all I saw was hate."

Even if Loki didn't say who that person was, Moriarty knew what he meant.It was a seemingly beautiful but very shameful time. The young Moriarty, a top graduate of the Department of Mathematics, was drafted into the army, but he was completely unable to protect himself.So he chose to seek asylum, and the way of asylum was the simplest and most humiliating way.

It seems like a good deal to trade your body for safety.

Sebastian Moran, a handsome, accurate and serious captain, became Moriarty's choice for help.

It was a very shady past, and Moriarty didn't like it.Being forced to think about it now makes Moriarty's scalp tingle, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and his smile became distorted: "Yes, hate, your little trick seems to be quite useful, at least I haven't found the right adjective yet."

"Then why didn't you kill him." Loki blinked his eyes, and the emerald-like eyes were full of ignorance.

Moriarty looked at him, and suddenly realized that Mr. Rocky, who didn't know where he came from, seemed to be thinking of someone at the moment.Moriarty doesn't have Loki's ability to spy on people's hearts, but he is a master of reasoning. He can deceive people, so he knows how to guess his thoughts from every muscle on other people's faces.

Loki now thought of someone, someone he hated and wanted to kill.

his brother.

Moriarty pursed his lips, his heart was filled with inexplicable excitement, and the anger in his eyes was gradually extinguished.

The agreement between him and Loki changed at this moment. In fact, the moment Loki opened his dusty memory box, Moriarty had already decided to use another way to teach this disobedient students.

Originally, he just wanted to help him get revenge on his brother, but now, Loki has pissed off narrow-minded little Jim, so Moriarty has a good idea.

He curled the corners of his lips, his pink lips opened and closed slightly, and the words that came out of his mouth were soft and sweet, as attractive as honey: "I will not kill him, dear Loki, I will make him fall in love with me of."

Loki blinked, the words were somewhat familiar.

Before he could respond, Moriarty continued: "Whether it's to deceive him or abandon yourself, all you have to do is approach him, entangle him, blindfold his eyes with lust, and paralyze his heart with love." , dear Rocky, you will do well."

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Moriarty was satisfied to see Loki's slightly pursed lips and lowered eyelids covering his green eyes. He laughed, hummed and walked across the street.

Loki is very powerful, but he is naive and pitiful when it comes to feelings and hearts.When he approached his brother with hatred, and put himself in that person's palm, Moriarty didn't doubt that Loki could wrap that person's heart with a big net called love.But, when that time comes, will Loki have the courage and determination to drive the vicious dagger into his brother's chest?

Moriarty laughed, muffled in his chest, and put his hand on the doorknob.

"What's the matter?" The door was opened, and Moran, who was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, looked up at the smile on Moriarty's face standing at the door, somewhat puzzled.

Moriarty walked over and snatched the newspaper from Moran's hand and threw it aside, and sat on the man's lap slightly sideways.The smile on his face remained undiminished, and the emotion in his eyes was perfect and simple: "Dear Mr. Captain, tell me, am I a very good lover?"

Moran nodded, with no expression on his serious face, but Moriarty accurately saw the man's reddish ears hidden in the blond hair.

Moriarty's smile became brighter, and he put all his weight on this man without any scruples.The fingertips lightly brushed the man's heart, and Moriarty's eyebrows and eyes curved.

"You are also a good lover, my Sebastian, I can't bear you anymore."

So, you'd better think of me quickly, otherwise, narrow-minded little Jim will kill you.

The author has something to say: Mo Niang has gone farther and farther on the road of abnormal secondary disease, and she can already figure out what will happen when Brother Hammer sees the finished Loki in the future [laugh on hips

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Moriarty: I will definitely train you to be a qualified villain~

Thor: ...let go of my brother!

Rocky: Brother, don’t you like my friend QAQ

Thor: No, brother, don't cry, I'm just... I'm just... Brother, don't go!Come home with me!

Moriarty: (⊙o⊙) Little Rocky learns so fast

Moran: Jim, do you want to come back for dinner?

Moriarty: Yes! ~

[The small theater is slightly broken, please don't mind smiling for Mr. Bo ~ cover your face]

☆, milk and love

For Moriarty, the whole world is dull and barren.

He sat on the window sill, curled up in the small space between the curtains and the window, with his feet crossed, his hands clasped around his knees, and he turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

There are hurried pedestrians on the road, Baker Street is always busy in the morning, across the street is the house of the great detective, Moriarty can clearly see the blue curtains of 221B, the window with a gap opened The wind that blows in flutters.

Moriarty took out his phone and began to read Twitter and private messages, quickly pressing the keys with his fingertips, replying one by one.

'Little Jim, I want to get rid of my nasty lover. ' - take him to court and apply for quarantine

'My misappropriation is about to be discovered, little Jim, what shall I do? '- Feign death, we will discuss the details after you send the money

'Little Jim, one of my men hid the Chinese hosta worth tens of millions, and I want to get it back. '- Go to Parker and he will tell you how to contact me.

After replying to all the private messages, Moriarty casually threw the phone aside, and when his elbow touched the velvet curtains, he could see the tassels on the curtains swaying.He stared at the tassel, the sun-like golden color reminded him of Moran who took him in.I have to say that Moran is a very good man, neat and orthodox, with the manners of an aristocrat and the living habits of a family man.Moriarty only stayed here for less than a week and felt that he was fattened by him. After all, it is too difficult to find a boyfriend who is as good at cooking as Moran in the UK.

Squeezing his cheeks, Moriarty realized that he really seemed to be gaining weight.

Depressedly scratching the glass with his hands, Moriarty felt that his fingertips slipped through a thin gap inadvertently.He squinted his eyes, and saw a slit in the glass on the window that could not be noticed unless he looked carefully. He raised his eyebrows and reached out to touch the glass, which was directly snapped off by him, and a circle appeared. holes.

Curiously, he got down and looked out of the hole, only to find that there was a layer of glass outside the hole, which was very special and could magnify things.And from this angle, you can just see the golden-brown-haired teddy-bear-like man in the window busy in the kitchen in his pajamas.

Really interesting find.Moriarty blinked, then whistled.The location here is really a good place to monitor. The cohabitants he chose for him are really in tune with him, even the curious people are the same.

"Little Moran, you have a lot of cute little secrets." Moriarty muttered to himself, and then a faint smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

And at this moment, the curtains were pulled open, and Moriarty looked up and saw Moran's blue eyes.He straightened up unhurriedly, then covered the round hole pretending not to care, tilted his head with a smile: "I thought you would sleep for a long time." The glass that I buckled off by myself was pressed back again, and everything was done without leaving any traces.

Moran didn't notice this. He stretched out his hand and pulled Moriarty off the window sill, frowning disapprovingly at the man's bare feet stepping on the blanket: "You should wear a pair of slippers."

Moriarty shrugged, noncommittal, but in the end he reluctantly put on the slippers under the persistent eyes of the man.

The furry pair.

Moran made two cups of black tea—he insisted on not drinking coffee in the morning, and Moriarty often called him old-fashioned for this—and put thick sugar and milk in it in front of Moriarty , Only put a spoonful of sugar in your hand.After he sat on the sofa, Moriarty spontaneously rubbed against him, and Moran sat up slightly out of habit to make Moriarty more comfortable.

"I want to buy a new pair of slippers." Moriarty insisted that the slippers belonged to Moran's ex-girlfriend, which made him feel uncomfortable when he saw them.

Moran naturally didn't know what Moriarty was thinking, but Moran was always happy and satisfied with his lover's request: "Do you have anything to do this morning?"

"Yes," Moriarty raised his head to look at the man's face with a smile, "My job is to stay with you, Mr. Landlord."

Moran blinked, and there was a trace of embarrassment in those blue eyes, but immediately he turned his face away and continued: "Then let's go to the supermarket, you choose a pair of slippers you like, and I'm going to buy milk," Thinking that he borrowed Watson's bucket of milk and did not exchange it, Moran added, "Buy two buckets."

Moriarty wrinkled his nose in disgust, "I don't want to drink that."

Moran insisted, "No, you need it." As he said that, he stared at Moriarty's Lian, "Your face is much healthier than before."

"Health is not obtained by drinking milk, my dear Sebastian, it is nourished by love." Moriarty took a sip of black tea slowly, and then said the disgusting words with a smile.

But apparently, Captain Moran had never been so frankly expressed by others. Before he could tell whether it was true or not, he had already stood up and walked into the kitchen, rather fled.Moriarty, on the other hand, was holding a cup of black tea with a smile on his face, and drank it down in one gulp.

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There was a supermarket not far from Baker Street, and it was still early, so there weren't many people there. Moriarty put his hands in the pocket of Moran's windbreaker without any scruples, and firmly grasped the man's bony fingers.

Moran didn't struggle, even if he found the position awkward.He is not sensitive to feelings, but his intuition tells him that Moriarty is a person who likes to declare sovereignty, and if he rejects him now, there may be serious consequences later.So after hesitating for a moment, he took Moriarty's hand back, and gathered the man's slightly cold fingertips into his warm palm.

Moriarty squinted his eyes in satisfaction. For the man's amnesia—whether it was intentional or unintentional—Moriarty would put him at the top of the list that must be smoked to death with 12 points of malice. However, maybe the man was really too considerate and obedient, which made Moriarty quietly move his ranking down one, and then down one.

"I heard that there is a new Chinese restaurant on the corner of the street, do you want to try it tonight?"

Moran's deep voice brought Moriarty back to his senses, and he smiled faintly, pure and simple: "Tastier than yours?"

"Yeah." Brother BOSS orders takeaway from somewhere every day, it should be delicious.

Moriarty was about to speak, but suddenly stopped speaking, staring at the dark corner of the shelf and blinking slightly.Moran looked down at him without getting a response, but at this moment Moriarty raised his head with a smile: "Sebastian, is this your date invitation?"

Moran froze for a moment, then quickly turned his face away, and after a while he managed to make a sound from his throat, apparently admitting it.

Moriarty grinned sullenly, teasing Moran was obviously more fun than teaching Loki.The mood improved a lot in an instant, Moriarty withdrew the hand held by Moran, pointed to the shelf not far away: "I want to eat cereal, you go and buy it for me."

Moran went to get it, but when he turned around, Moriarty was nowhere to be seen.

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- Cosmic Hero Stark: You were handsome when you were young

-Natasha: he wasn't that big

- Stark, the hero of the universe: the most beautiful is the red sunset~ Warm and calm~

-Hulk: Hulk

- Thor: I want to find my brother QAQ

- Cosmic Hero Stark: You go away

-Thor: I want chicken legs QAQ

- Cosmic Hero Stark: Jarvis, throw him out for me

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- Natasha: 23333

☆、Candle light dinner

Moriarty has his own huge underground kingdom, but he is not very busy as the leader.What he possesses is an extraordinary brain that is unmatched by all, and a temptation that is more deadly than Satan. Even though Moriarty's activities are all hidden, he has never treated his subordinates badly.

As he himself said, if you do things for me, I will give you money and benefits. If you betray, Little Jim will use your leather to make shoes.

This blatant view of right and wrong makes people flinch, but makes those who follow him die for him.

Perhaps because he lived too comfortably by Moran's side, Moriarty didn't even care much about the few things he had promised.You know, as an excellent consulting criminal, this kind of situation is rare, which makes Parker, an excellent subordinate of Moriarty, very distressed.

After seeing Parker's figure, Moriarty knew something was up, so he used a clumsy but effective method to distract Moran, and then quickly walked to Parker's side.

"Talk something quickly." Leaving to a dark place, Moriarty's eyes peered at Moran who was frowning and looking around through the gaps in the shelves, and his mouth opened and closed in a low and dangerous voice.

Parker scratched his brown hair. The tall man always felt at a loss when he stood in front of Moriarty: "Boss, the leader of the smuggling gang wants to see you very much. You won't let me approach Baker Street, so..."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, turned his eyes to Parker, and curled the corners of his lips, but it was no longer the innocence and harmlessness in front of Moran, that pretty face was full of darkness: "So you follow me, little Parker, you are not good."

Parker quickly waved his hands: "No, boss, I'm here to perform a mission. What you said made me pay attention to Dr. Watson. Dr. Watson comes here every morning, so I'm here," the voice paused After a pause, the tall and handsome man chuckled twice, "But it's great to meet the boss, that guy is annoying me to death, and I can't give her any advice."

"Is that little Teddy here?"

"Well, he's always arguing with the ATM in this supermarket."

Moriarty blinked, then snorted coldly.The reason why he chose Parker was not because of this person's mind—believe him, Parker's brain is really not much smarter than a stone—he valued Parker because of this person's obedience and action, which is very important. It's also the reason Moriarty has kept him alive for so long.

Raising his eyes and looking outside, Moriarty saw that Moran was already walking towards this side. The man's strong body was wrapped in a black windbreaker, and his legs were so long that he was jealous.Moriarty tilted his head, then reached out and patted Parker's shoulder lightly: "Go back and tell her that since she wants to seek my help, it must be my time. If he doesn't agree, little Parker, after she dies Everything in your hands is yours."

Parker agreed with a smile, and then quickly disappeared.Moriarty tidied up the messy collar, then walked out like a stroll, and bumped into Moran's arms directly.

Moran subconsciously fumbled into his pocket, and his fingertips had already touched the cold handle of the gun, but when he saw Moriarty's smiling face, he put down his hand and stopped the man's waist to prevent him from going Fall back.

"Where have you been?" Moran stared at him, his blue eyes stained with anxiety for the first time.

Moriarty tilted his head with a smile: "I'll get this." As he spoke, he raised his hand, and Mo Lan saw the bag of candles in his hand.He looked at Moriarty puzzled, but saw the man's brows and eyes crooked with a smile, "Since it's a date, Sebastian, you should have a candlelight dinner. I don't know that Chinese restaurant The restaurant is delicious, but if he doesn't have candles, we can bring our own and have an atmosphere, right?"

Moran obviously didn't think that far, or in other words, Mr. Captain, who was very unfamiliar with the name of dating, was obviously at a loss.Moriarty thoughtfully said no more, threw the candle into the shopping basket that Moran was holding, and dragged him to the commodity counter.

When Moran picked up a purple square scarf and put it in the shopping basket, Moriarty asked with a smile, "Is this for me?"

"Ah."

Moriarty fiddled with the square scarf in the shopping basket with his fingertips: "You know I like purple."

Moran was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head, a puzzled look flashed in his eyes.

Moriarty didn't say much, and pointed out: "I don't like my slippers, and I don't like yours either. The fluffy ones are like stepping on a bear. They have to be replaced."

"it is good."

"And the apron, I want you to wear this, the strawberry one is very cute, throw away the one at home."

"it is good."

"There is also shower gel. I don't like the one you use lemon. I don't like the smell. If you want me to be close to you, you can replace it."

"it is good."

Moran had no sense of resistance along the way, and it was entirely Moriarty who did what he said. This attitude pleased little Jim very well, so he tiptoed as a reward, and rubbed against Moran's cheek.

This kind of action is very similar to that of a little girl, but in view of the height difference between the two, Moriarty is the only way to see the face of the blond man.

"I haven't shaved yet." Moran blinked, his blue pupils were like the sea.

Moriarty smiled, and tilted his head indifferently: "No wonder I feel like I've touched a kiwi."

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The Chinese restaurant on the corner of the street tastes good. Moriarty likes the kung pao chicken in it, and Moran likes fried dumplings.

"The candlesticks here are very beautiful." Moriarty said with a smile as he looked at the red candles he had inserted on the candlesticks.

Moran nodded.

Moriarty wrinkled his nose: "I guess, you don't know how beautiful it is."

Moran was stunned for a moment, then hesitated for a while and replied in the city: "I think any candle is similar, and it is not lit, and it still looks vague."

"Old old fashioned." Moriarty snorted, "Sure enough, I can't expect anything from your taste. Let me say, dear Moran, do you have a favorite band? Let me tell you first, opera doesn't count, although I Love listening to that too but it's too time consuming."

Moran put down his chopsticks and thought carefully: "Everything will flow."

Moriarty stopped his hand abruptly, then looked up at Moran, and lost his words for a moment when he bumped into the man's blue eyes.It was Moriarty's favorite song, and it was the only one he kept on the cell phone he smuggled to the battlefield.Before he smashed his phone, he used to play the song to himself and to Moran.

Moran couldn't distinguish Moriarty's expression, he was not good at spying on people's hearts.But Moriarty obviously never thought of embarrassing him. The cute little Jim stretched out his hand, grabbed Moran's hand, pulled the chopsticks in his hand towards him with all his strength, and then took Moran away and took a bite. fried dumplings.

"I don't like the smell of vinegar." Moriarty chewed with puffed cheeks, his innocent and harmless face looked warm and charming in the flickering candlelight.

Moran stared at him for a while, then responded in a low voice, stepped aside the vinegar plate in front of him without hesitation, and pushed the fried dumpling plate in front of him towards Moriarty.Moriarty accepted with a smile. He didn't like to use chopsticks, so the black-haired man blinked and said, "Feed me one."

Mr. Captain obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with this, he picked up one and handed it to Moriarty's mouth.Moriarty opened his mouth, showing his neat and white teeth, and took the fried dumplings slowly.Perhaps it was because of his slow movements this time that Moran could clearly see the whole process. Moran's ears, hidden behind the golden hair, were a little hot, and his face was cold and clear, but he unconsciously turned his eyes away.

Naturally, he didn't see the indifference that flashed across Moriarty's eyebrows.

Dear Mr. Captain, you remember my favorite song, you remember my favorite color, but you completely forget me.

☆、Suzhou Mazi

The criminal who killed Mrs. Maxim was found more than ten days later, and the cruel murderer had been dead for a long time, and his body was soaked in a small pond in the suburbs and has become unrecognizable