I have special killing skills

sensitive.

"Boss, do you need to notify Moran?" Anthea asked while holding her BlackBerry.

Mycroft shook his head, looked at the documents on the table, and said in a cold voice, "The things he has won't be what we know, he knows your number from the surveillance, and he can see the surveillance. The video means that he has access to the highest level of defense system. This involves state secrets, and I must know what method he used."

Anthea fell silent, she could hear that Mycroft had reached a short-term deal with Moriarty.

Perhaps it was a woman's unique sensitivity, but what she thought of at the moment was what would happen to Moran, who had never been mentioned by these two people.

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After turning off the phone, Moriarty sat on the window sill, his white legs dangling out of his pajamas, his brown and black eyes were staring at the window of 221B, looking at the light blue curtains, his face Suddenly, a very simple yet cruel smile appeared.

In the small space blocked by the curtains, Moriarty looked out the window and laughed from time to time, but he never went out from here.It wasn't until the night fell and the lights were bright that Moriarty finally received a text message from Parker, and a smile appeared on his face.

'Dr. Watson has been invited to XXX'

Moriarty nimbly jumped off the window sill, and the room was completely dark. He narrowed his eyes slightly and walked into the bedroom with ease.Putting on a decent suit, Moriarty tore off a piece of paper, left a message for Moran on the table, and left humming a little tune.

He couldn't wait, he wanted to see the reaction of the man with golden brown hair when he saw him, and he wanted to know the struggle that almost collapsed on the detective's always cold and rational face.

What a beauty that would be.

☆、27·Swimming pool jokes

When Watson woke up, he was stimulated by the pale light in front of him and squinted his eyes.

He propped himself up to sit up and felt the cold and hard tiles under his palms. He used a little effort to move his body to avoid the direct light of the light, but the next second, Watson felt a sharp stabbing pain in his head. It hurts.

And the severe pain also made his chaotic head clearer, and the things before the coma also became clear.

He received a text message from Sally, who was stranded on the street because of a traffic accident, Watson told Sherlock and went.But just as he left Baker Street, he saw a brown-haired man walking towards him. He was tall and had a sunny smile. After seeing Watson, he seemed to be very familiar and greeted him.

"Good evening, Dr. Watson! It is a pleasure to see you."

The good doctor thought he was his former patient, so he smiled back at him, but the next moment, the brown-haired man knocked Watson on the neck with his hand.

The opponent was very fast, and Watson fell into darkness before he could figure out the situation.

"Damn it!" The good doctor cursed in a low voice, touched the still sore neck with his hand, and pressed his thin mouth tightly.He felt his coat go away, and it made him feel cold.

"You're awake."

At this time, a playful voice with some endings came from the side. Watson obviously didn't realize that there were other people here. He turned his head suddenly and saw a black-haired man sitting cross-legged not far away.The man was wearing a decent suit, with the same simple and faint smile on his face, and he squinted his eyes when he saw that Watson looked at him in a good mood.

Watson blinked his blue eyes: "...Jim?"

The black-haired man nodded with a smile, looked at Watson with his chin resting on one hand, and said, "You've been sleeping for a long time. It seems that Parker is not careful."

It's okay not to mention it, but the good doctor feels that his neck hurts again when he mentions it.Now it's not just his neck, he feels pain all over his body.Damn it, that guy named Parker must have dragged him all the way in, and Watson felt as if his elbows and knees had been scalded by a branding iron.

Moriarty stood up, walked over to Watson and sat down.The black-haired man has a simple-looking face, and those eyes always make people feel soft when they stare at them.He reached out and patted Watson on the shoulder: "Don't worry, Parker is obedient even though his head is not very good. He won't hurt you. Of course, if you're hungry, you probably won't have anything to eat."

Watson just listened to Moriarty mechanically, but actually didn't remember a single word in his head.

"Little John, talk to me. Since you have a mouth, it must be useful, right?" Moriarty was a little dissatisfied with Watson's silence. He pouted, and his pink lips looked innocent and harmless. .

Watson looked at him apologetically: "I just don't understand the situation...Jim, you were also arrested by him?"

"I'm better than you, I walked in by myself." Moriarty shrugged, "But your reaction was much better than I expected, I thought you would be like a helpless little girl Crying."

Moriarty's description made the former military doctor a little bit dumbfounded. Although he admitted that he was not a very strong man, he was at least determined: "Maybe I was just scared, of course it doesn't matter now, Jim, do you know us? Where is it?" Watson looked around as he spoke, there was nothing in the room except for that frighteningly bright white light bulb, and Watson didn't even know what time it was.

"I think it might be a gymnasium in the suburbs? I didn't choose this place. In fact, I don't know the way. You know, Moran usually takes me out, and I rarely act by myself." Moriarty Smiling harmlessly, when he mentioned his lover, there was a simple and warm smile on his face, but he collapsed the next moment, "I don't know if he will come to me."

Watson pursed his lips. In fact, he was not good at comforting people.

"And yours? How soon do you think Sherlock will come to you?"

Obviously, this question is not difficult for Watson to answer. Even in his heart, Sherlock is persistent, willful, and occasionally unreasonable, but for Watson, that man is almost omnipotent.He raised the corner of his lips and showed a peaceful expression: "Anytime, as long as he wants."

Moriarty tilted his head and said nothing.

It was obviously not Watson's style to sit here and wait. He touched his pocket, but the pistol in it was gone.This was what he expected, since no kidnapper would let his victim dangle around with a weapon.Knocking on his tingling legs, Watson stood up while leaning on the wall, tried to slow down and moved carefully to the door.

"What are you going to do?" Moriarty looked up at him, with curiosity in his big brown and black eyes.

Watson made a gesture on his lips. In fact, he had seen this kind of scene before.In Afghanistan, both soldiers and doctors will receive some training, including torture and counter-torture, strong lights, isolation, and confinement are all essential means.Watson felt that there would always be someone somewhere listening to what was going on inside, so he lowered his voice: "Come with me, Jim, I think we can try to escape by ourselves first."

Moriarty obviously didn't expect the injured Dr. Watson to be so brave, he stood up excitedly, patted his suit pants, then walked quickly to Watson, and asked in a low voice: "What are we going to do? "

"Try to open this door, and once it's open, run forward and don't look back."

Moriarty nodded repeatedly, with a cute posture of "I will obey whatever you say".

Watson patted Moriarty on the shoulder reassuringly, then moved to the door and put his ear on it to listen to the movement outside.

Obviously, the outside is very quiet, but there is a strange sound of water from time to time, the sound is not loud, but very clear.He frowned and listened for a while, and after making sure he didn't hear any sound like footsteps, he put his hand on the handle.

Turning, unexpectedly, the door is not locked.

Watson was taken aback for a moment, then with a little force, the door was pulled open.

Watson was surprised by the sight outside. It was a swimming pool that looked old, but it was clean and tidy.They were in the place where the swim gear was supposed to be, but apparently the place was empty.

Watson squinted his eyes to look left and right, and said in a low voice, "Jim, there is no one outside, we..."

"I think we'll have to stay here a little longer, sweetheart~"

The voice with some strange endings sounded again, Watson froze suddenly, then turned his head, and saw the black-haired man tilting his head with a simple and simple smile.But what he was holding was a gun, and the black muzzle was pointed at Watson's forehead without the slightest tremor.

Watson was familiar with it because it was his own pistol.

The sudden change made Watson unresponsive for a moment. He stared at Moriarty, but saw the man tugged at the corner of his lips, and the smile on his face suddenly changed.

Watson has seen Moriarty flustered at the crime scene, and Moriarty's gentleness and simplicity in front of the automatic payment machine. Even the cunning when he gave Watson a condom like a prank is not Annoy people.Watson even once felt that the people around him were high-functioning anti-social, or facial paralysis, and the most normal one was probably this little Jim.

But now, Watson realizes that his fate has nothing to do with normality after all.

Moriarty had a nervous smile on his face. Watson had seen it on the faces of some patients. It was an almost sick smile. The original simple expression was torn apart by madness and excitement and became distorted.

"What are you going to do?" Reason told Watson that quietness and obedience are the way to survive now, but he still asked.

When people are excited, their lips become dry. Moriarty sticks out his tongue and licks the corners of his lips, then opens and closes his lips, his voice jumping and brisk: "I'm threatening you~ my good doctor, if you talk again, tomorrow you You'll find yourself scattered all over London~"

This sentence made Watson shudder instantly.

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What Parker saw when he entered the door was the scene where his own boss pointed a gun at Dr. Watson.Although he wasn't smart, he had a face, put down his thick coat without saying a word, and stood in the corner of the room trying to hide his presence.

Bosses in the excited period always attack indiscriminately, God, let me shrink into the wall.

Moriarty approached Watson step by step until the muzzle of the gun touched Watson's temple.The man stretched out his hand and gently attached it to the back of Watson's hand on the doorknob. Watson could feel the soft touch of the black-haired man's palm and his abnormally cold fingertips.

"Dear good doctor, I don't think we can go out from here, then Little Parker will be very embarrassed~" Moriarty used all his strength to close the door again.

Watson naturally saw the brown-haired man who just walked in calmly, and he still remembered that it was this man named Parker who punched him unconscious.The good doctor was obviously reluctant, but the next moment he heard the sound of the man opening the safety of the pistol, which forced him to give up resistance.

Moriarty closed the door, then lifted his calf-skinned foot straight into Watson's lap.Due to the pain that was already there, Watson fell to the ground with a muffled grunt. The next moment, he felt a pain in his jaw, and the man's nails scratched the good doctor's skin, lifting his face.

"What an ordinary face, it looks kind and safe." Moriarty leaned closer to Watson, looked at the other's puzzled and angry eyes, and opened his mouth, breathing hot and humid on the good doctor's cheek, "I I really like you, my good doctor, compared to that difficult Sherlock Holmes, you are likable enough~ Otherwise, how can you let the big detective endure such an ordinary and stupid head?"

"Shut your mouth." Watson glared at him.

"Tsk tsk, sweetheart, you are not good~" Moriarty smiled lowly, Watson's words did not anger him, the black-haired man is having a good time now.Moriarty approached him again, and gently sniffed Watson's neck, "It smells really good. This is Sherlock's favorite perfume. It seems that your relationship is really good."

Watson didn't bother to explain that, to him, Sherlock's perfume was his perfume - God knows when they were so close - but now the good doctor wouldn't even tell Moriarty In a word.

But Moriarty likes to chat. The syllables in his language are jumping up and down, but there is an uncomfortable sticky feeling: "If I use your life to exchange Sherlock's life, do you think Mr. Detective will agree?"

Watson's eyes widened suddenly, and hatred appeared in those beautiful eyes for the first time: "What do you want? Money, or do you just want to use me to threaten Sherlock?"

Moriarty didn't answer this question. He likes to ask questions, but he doesn't like to answer people's questions. This may be the reason why he has never been liked by those boys in the university.However, Dr. Watson's eyes at this moment made him very fond of them. They were no longer as generous and kind as a teddy bear, but full of viciousness and cruelty, just like a wolf.But Moriarty didn't praise him, but tilted his head and smiled, "Let me guess, good doctor, are you thinking, 'This annoying gay is actually the kidnapper's lackey', right? ?”

Watson tightened his lips: "I'm not interested in your sexual orientation."

Moriarty finally smiled after hearing this, as simple and beautiful as usual: "For your gentleman, my good doctor, I decided to introduce myself formally with you."

Watson was taken aback for a moment. In fact, he didn't even realize that he didn't know the name of this person.

Moriarty straightened up, and kindly pulled Watson up.Although Moriarty looked slender and thin, he was surprisingly strong.Watson tried hard to keep himself away from the other party, but in the end he couldn't move under the shackles of Moriarty.

The muzzle of the gun was still on Watson's temple, but Moriarty smiled innocently, and stretched out his other hand, looking very friendly: "Dear doctor, my name is Jim, Jim Moriarty~ I'm very happy I like you, so I allow you to call me by my name~"

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The idea of ​​coming to the swimming pool really had nothing to do with Moriarty, but a place designated by Sherlock.

Sherlock sent a text message, the swimming pool, the place where Moriarty first met Sherlock, and Moriarty expressed satisfaction that Sherlock still remembered that meeting.Obviously, the big detective doesn't want to involve his good doctor in this meeting—although anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is Sherlock protecting his good doctor in his own way, but Moriarty stubbornly believes that this is the big detective. The detective is pursuing the kindness of being alone.

Of course, Moriarty wasn't their assist, so he didn't have the time to tell Watson that it was all Mr. Detective's kindness, hmph.

For this official meeting, Moriarty also thought about what to wear, and even considered putting on a fake beard to look very experienced, but in the end he chose a suit.

Just when Sherlock entered the swimming pool, Moriarty's eyes burst into a flash of excitement.

The game is on, which is great.

Putting the earphones into Watson's ears, Moriarty looked at the good doctor in the jacket full of bombs with satisfaction, and even clapped his hands childishly: "That's great, you look more like a teddy bear~"

"Madman." Watson gritted his teeth and popped out a word.

Moriarty wrinkled his nose in disgust: "I'm a high-functioning sociopath, don't use such elementary words to describe me, it's very rude, my good doctor." As he spoke, he raised his finger and gestured in front of his lips After a while, "Also, from now on, don't talk any more~ Otherwise, I will directly blow you up and destroy your little lover~"

"Sally is not my lover." Watson shut his mouth as soon as he finished speaking. Obviously, Moriarty's threat still had some effect.

But this sentence obviously made Moriarty feel helpless. He knew that Little Teddy's head was not very useful, so he didn't care about Sally and Sarah. What he said was obviously the good doctor's cohabitant.

"I don't know why Holmes likes you." Moriarty muttered, and pushed Watson out.

It was actually a boring process for Watson to repeat his words accurately through the radio, but it was still fun to watch the worry and anxiety flashing on Sherlock's stiff face from time to time.

Suddenly having a bad idea, little Jim laughed, and then said slowly, "Sherlock, kiss me."

Moriarty, who was in the dark, clearly saw the good doctor standing there with his mouth open and silent.Sherlock obviously thought that something had happened, and he reached into his pocket to touch the gun.

Moriarty added another sentence in a good mood: "Little Teddy, repeat what I said~ Otherwise, I will blow you and your good detective away~"

"Sherlock, kiss me." Watson's sharply raised voice surprised even himself, and Sherlock was obviously frightened, staring and motionless, but Moriarty didn't hide his laughter, or said , his laughter was so loud that he couldn't hide it.

Moriarty was laughing as Sherlock and Sherlock discussed their latest game.

Moriarty was laughing as he threw away the thumb drive containing classified material.

Moriarty was still laughing as the rifle was pointed at the heads of the detective and the good doctor.

Watson didn't think too much because he was nervous, but Sherlock could see the man's malicious intentions.

"If you kissed him, I might just let you go~" After some rhetoric, Moriarty said with a smile.

The way Sherlock responded to him was to throw an eye knife in the past. The great detective not only has high cheekbones, but also a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes.

Moriarty spread out his hands, looked at the bomb vest on the ground that Sherlock had torn from Watson, smiled, innocent and harmless: "Actually, it's better for you to throw this directly into the water."

Sherlock obviously didn't like being found fault, which is common to all geniuses, so the depression on his face at this moment satisfied Moriarty.The game was still going on, and Moriarty wasn't going to just end Sherlock's life, it wasn't fun.

"I won the first game, detective." Moriarty smiled back at him.

Sherlock pursed his lips and lowered his voice: "There will be no next time."

There must be.Moriarty didn't say any more, but snapped his fingers, Parker and the other killers put away their guns in response, and the red dots on Sherlock and Watson's heads disappeared in response.

You love this game too, detective, because I am you.

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Parker still had a date in the evening—his love of rock music was second only to his pursuit of the art of explosions—and Moriarty didn't need him to see him off. After getting out of the car, he walked to Baker Street alone.

Now that Dr. Watson has seen him, I'm afraid you should be more careful when you live here in the future. That good doctor looks as simple and honest as a teddy bear, but in fact, Moriarty is very familiar with that fierce look in his eyes. , Only those who have been on the battlefield will have that look.

When we meet in the future, will the good doctor just jump the gun into his own head?Moriarty expressed his anticipation.

But before he reached the door, he saw an acquaintance.The tall man with green eyes was walking back in a decent black windbreaker. Perhaps because of the darkness, his face was much paler without the slightest trace of blood.Moriarty blinked and walked towards him.

"Dear Loki, you're late~ A good boy can't come back so late~" Moriarty stopped Loki's way, smiling, but his eyes were scrutinizing the man's face.

Although Loki has always been not fond of joking, and looks cold and hard, he is not as pale as he sees now.His lips were colorless, and his complexion was so ugly that it looked more like a stone statue inlaid with green gemstone eyes.

Loki obviously didn't expect to meet Moriarty, he was obviously taken aback, then frowned, and said in a low voice: "Get out of the way, people in the atrium, I don't have time to listen to your lectures."

Moriarty stretched out his hand and patted Loki's shoulder lightly, but he was dodged as soon as he touched the man's body. The back of his hand accidentally rubbed against the man's chin, causing the green-eyed man to stare dissatisfied.Moriarty shrugged indifferently: "Well, little Rocky, you look very bad. I think you'd better go to the hospital if you're not feeling well."

"It's not necessary." Loki walked around Moriarty and left.

Moriarty stared at the back of his hand for a long time.When it touched that person's skin just now, it was bitingly cold, like ice, which definitely does not belong to human body temperature.

Looks like his Rocky Cookies are up to some cute tricks again.Moriarty hummed a little tune, turned and walked towards his and Moran's home.

When he got to the door of the house, Moriarty looked up specifically, looking calm.

Moriarty was very satisfied with Mycroft's keeping his promise, which was actually easy to tell, because when he came home, he saw a calm sea in the dark, and there was still warm soup on the table. And garlic bread, and Moran sleeping soundly in the bedroom.Moriarty could enjoy all these peaceful things instead of the black hole of the muzzle.

Changing clothes lightly, Moriarty ate the dinner on the table—thanks to the lovely Sebastian, little Parker, that idiot never knew how to get a piece of bread to keep his boss from starving— — After taking a comfortable hot shower, Moriarty swayed into the bedroom without even putting on any clothes. He then climbed onto the bed, pulled Moran's arm away, and stuffed himself into the bed. between the man's arms.

Pull the quilt up to the neck, warm and comfortable.Moriarty didn't like the shower gel Moran used, but he still liked to let himself smell like a man.

With a little fresh lemon flavor, and a touch of mint aroma, not gorgeous, but very refreshing.

Moran spent a day running around with Sherlock. If it wasn't for Mycroft's call at night, he might not be able to go home now.He was disappointed not to see little Jim when he got home, but since the man had left a note he wasn't going to run away.

It was a strange thought, and Moriarty had done everything a good lover could be, well-behaved, submissive, soft-bodied and never refusing.But there was always a small, squeaky voice in Moriarty's mind reminding him—

This man will run away, and one day, he will disappear without a trace.

This made Moran always inexplicably terrified and at a loss, as if he had experienced it before, and he felt heart-piercing pain when he thought of the result.

He never lied, he liked Moriarty, he loved the man.Everything was as natural as the sun rising, and Moriarty took everything he had without breaking a sweat.

As if by induction, Moran felt the return of his lover, tightened his arms tightly, and put his chin on the man's neck.Moriarty raised his head slightly to make Moran more comfortable, and inserted his fingers gently and deeply into Moran's short blond hair.

The curtains were not drawn, and the bright lights outside the window shone in through the glass windows.Moriarty saw the man's blond hair stained with different colors in the light.He suddenly wanted to see what he looked like in the man's blue eyes, but in the end, he gave up on this idea.

"No betrayal, no deceit, my captain, little Jim will let you live until the day I tire of you." Moriarty muttered in a low voice, and then bit the man's collarbone as if venting his anger.

But he didn't realize that Moran's frowning slowly relaxed, breathing steadily and serenely.

Sebastian Moran may have forgotten a lot of things. Those things used to be like sand grains on the beach, and the waves over and over made them no longer the same.

But he never forgot that he loved someone, and never gave up on falling in love with this person again.

☆、28 Smurf Loki

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning crept in through the cracks in the curtains, Moriarty got up from the bed and quickly went into the bathroom.

"Jim?" The blond man sat up in a daze, his arms became empty, his blue eyes searched around, until he saw the busy shaved black-haired man, he straightened his back. Slightly relaxed, the voice softened, "You woke up really early."

Moriarty usually likes to sleep late, not only that, but Moriarty also has some weird little habits, such as being picky about his mouth, picky about his clothes, and also picky about his lover - no one stipulates that the criminal master should keep it Habits of strict self-discipline—it was a surprise to Moran to be able to get up at this time.

The brunette man washed off the remaining foam on his face, wiped off the water stains with a towel, and then returned to the bedroom, knelt on one knee on the soft mattress, and gently held the blond hair with his hands warmed by hot water The man's face, Moriarty offered his lips generously.Moran didn't resist either, and took all the orders. His warm and wide palms wrapped around Moriarty's slender waist and tightened slightly.

It is cool and has a sweet fruity taste. Moran remembers that this is the taste of his own toothpaste.

"Good morning, Mr. Captain." Moriarty tilted his head with a smile, but pushed his shoulder resolutely, "I don't do morning exercise today, our good neighbor may be in trouble, I want to visit he."

"It's the same if you go later, you haven't had breakfast yet." Although he said reluctance, Moran still let go of Moriarty's hand.

Moriarty rubbed his cheek against Moran's cheek—of course he still didn't like the kiwi-like touch on a man's face when he was unshaven—he got off the bed and picked up the The newspaper was stuffed into the man's hand, then he picked up his trousers from the soft carpet, and said as he put them on: "It won't be long, Sebastian, I think I can catch up with breakfast. By the way, the other day Do you have any scones left? I think I can use this as a little gift." There was a pause, "Hey, where did you throw my belt?"

Moran unfolded the newspaper and looked at the date. It was yesterday's newspaper.His eyebrows trembled unconsciously, and when he raised his head again, the expression on his face returned to the same calmness as before: "The scones are in the iron box on the refrigerator, and you can find a paper box in the cabinet to pack them." It. As for your belt..." Moran fumbled under the pillow, then took out a black belt and handed it over.

Moriarty took it over with a smile, and the man who had just put on his trousers revealed his naked upper body, slender but not skinny, with a unique beauty that belongs to men.He put on his shirt while walking in the kitchen, even if he never looked back, he could feel a hot gaze following closely behind him.

He is satisfied with this kind of control and attention, and his lover is obsessed with him, which is really a very happy thing.

After packing the scones, Moriarty went out with a small cardboard box. Before leaving, he poked his head into the bedroom: "You can pick up the newspaper yourself later, dear Moran, don't think that one day I'll iron the newspaper for you."

The corner of Moran's eye twitched, and when he looked up again, Moriarty was no longer in sight.

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After tidying up his collar, Moriarty was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, but the door was already opened from the inside.

The man's face was still pale, but it was much better than what he saw last night, and his green eyes regained their frightening light, as good-looking as emeralds.Loki frowned slightly, stared at Moriarty for a while, and then said, "Why is it you again?"

The disgust in this sentence was so obvious that Moriarty pouted in dissatisfaction.He shook the cardboard box in his hand angrily, and said in a nonchalant voice: "I just fulfilled my obligation as a neighbor and came to see you, heartless little Rocky."

Loki was unmoved at all, narrowing his eyes slightly: "Don't try to lie to me."

Moriarty curled up his lips and smiled, his face looked innocent and harmless: "I just want to watch the excitement and see your new little trick by the way."

Loki's complexion suddenly became ugly. Moriarty saw the blue light start to appear between the man's crotch, and the next second, he suddenly felt an inexplicable suction that made him fly into the air, and then he was thrown into the air. Pulled vigorously into the door.When he came back to his senses, he found that his neck was being firmly strangled by Loki, his back was nailed to a solid wall, and his shoulder hurt.

"Tell me, you know." Loki narrowed his eyes, and in those emerald eyes there was a coldness that Moriarty had never seen on his face.The anger made Loki no longer control his own power, and Moriarty felt that although he was raised to the height of his eye level by this man, it was not simply because of the hand that was pinching his neck, as if he was being lifted by the man. The external force supported the foot and lifted it up. Although the neck was still uncomfortable and painful, Moriarty showed a novelty and interest that could not be concealed.

Opening his mouth hard, Moriarty's voice seemed broken: "Actually, Cookie...I don't like being strangled to death, that kind of death would be ugly."

Loki was still staring at him, his hands did not relax at all, instead they became tighter and tighter.The green-eyed man's body also changed, his snow-white skin slowly changed color, starting from the top of his head, a little bit of blue gradually spread, and finally covered Loki's face, neck, and hands.This process may seem slow, but in fact it is a change that takes place almost in the blink of an eye.

"See, this is what you said, little trick." Loki waited, waiting to see Moriarty's frightened expression for the first time.

But obviously, Moriarty is a very different Atrium man, and his reaction caught Loki unexpectedly.

The black-haired man coughed twice, and pinched his long blue fingers with disgust, but when he looked at Loki's face, there was no panic on his face, but a childlike curiosity: " Yo, little Rocky, are you putting on makeup to be a Smurf?"

……

Loki didn't know what a Smurf was, but he could know what kind of creature it was just from the literal meaning.The mania and anger in his heart were overwhelmed by this cold joke. Loki regained his indifference, and as soon as he let go, Moriarty was thrown to the ground in a disgraceful manner.But just when Moriarty was about to fall to the hard floor, a force tugged him, allowing him to stand firm instead of being caught in a panic.