I have special killing skills

Lie down on the ground.

The poor black-haired man was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his head with an aggrieved expression. He just let go of his hand, causing the cardboard box containing the scones to fall to the ground.Moriarty picked up the box, shook the deformed cardboard box, and said in a dull voice, "It's all broken..." As he spoke, he looked at Loki with the accusation of "You're ruining things".Then the black-haired man touched his neck with a helpless expression. There were obviously traces here, and he didn't know what to do when Ao went back to the room and Moran asked about it.

The next moment, there was a cool feeling on the neck, and Moriarty lowered his head, and saw a blue fingertip pointing at his wound, and he felt no pain in just a moment.

"It's amazing." Moriarty said with a smile.

With a cold face, Loki turned and went upstairs without saying a word. Moriarty followed behind him. When he entered the bedroom, the door behind him was firmly closed.And when he looked up at Loki in surprise, he saw that the man just stretched out his hand indifferently, and a cup of black tea flew into his hand.

"Your little trick has advanced again." Moriarty touched his chin, as if he was not surprised by this unnatural thing, "Do you know Eric? He also likes to throw an iron ball Throw away."

Loki didn't bother to ask who Eric was, his gut told him he wouldn't want to know.After taking a sip of the black tea, the blue skin on Loki's body didn't fade in the slightest, but instead became deeper and deeper: "My strength is weakening, but obviously I can't find a way to stop it now."

Moriarty sat down on the sofa opposite Loki with ease, and now it was too late to go back and have breakfast with Moran, so he was no longer in a hurry, took a cup of black tea and drank it slowly, and then said: "I just want to Responsible for helping you avenge your brother, not responsible for anything else, and I will not perform magic tricks..."

"Don't use that word to describe my power, Atrium man."

Once Loki called Moriarty an Atrium man, it meant he was angry.Moriarty was not going to cast another shadow on this beautiful morning, so he imitated the expression of Moran's psychiatrist, with a sincere and kind face: "Dear Loki, trust me, you will be fine .”

Crappy consolation obviously couldn't comfort Loki, and the reason he told Moriarty was not to get comfort from the other party.He put down the black tea cup, looked at the back of his hand, and then frowned to restore his pale color.The transition in between obviously exhausted Loki, and there was a faint cold sweat on his forehead.Moriarty looked at the changes in the middle and thought it was much better than magic.

"My strength is weakening. It may be better if I keep the same appearance as before, but obviously, I will never try to hide myself in that way." Loki looked at Moriarty, his thin lips tightly pursed, "So , Before I find a way to recover, I must not let my brother know, absolutely." If he has no power to resist, Loki really can't imagine what that idiot Thor will do.

Moriarty blinked, and suddenly looked sincere: "Maybe he would like blue skin~ You see, Smurfs are very cute."

The corners of Rocky's eyes twitched, and he suddenly regretted why he didn't strangle this black-haired guy to death when he was just at the door.

☆、29 SHIELD

After Moriarty returned to 221B, he didn't go out for two full days.

It wasn't because he was threatened by the Smurf version of Loki--for serious crimes, except for the little trick of turning blue and making things float around at will, other things were not enough of a threat-that made him unable to The reason for going out is that Mr. Jim Moriarty, the only consulting criminal in the world, is ill.

"I told you a long time ago, don't go out in thin clothes casually, you didn't listen at all." Taking the thermometer out of Moriarty's mouth, Moran frowned and looked at it. The temperature, the tone is like a lesson to his disobedient children, "Your suits are very expensive, but they are very flimsy after all. Jim, I think we need to go to the hospital."

"Don't go." Moriarty had two sickly blushes on his cheekbones, and there was an unquestionable determination in his brown-black eyes that were almost black.

Moran was a little helpless. He interpreted Moriarty's persistence as the unique fear of children about the hospital.Wrapping the light brown blanket tightly around Moriarty, Moran sat next to him and hugged him: "You look uncomfortable, little Jim, I think we need to do something to make you feel better. "

Moriarty buried his face in Moran's arms, but still shook his head resolutely.

He didn't like the hospital, it always brought back bad memories for poor little Jim.And Moriarty knew that he was not sick, but the sequelae of Rocky's little sweetheart trick.After the man became a Smurf, he was as cold as ice, and it hurt to the bone when he touched it. Moriarty still remembers the cold touch on his neck.

Moriarty doesn't mind the threat of death, but being sick is too uncomfortable, and the narrow-minded little Jim wants to take revenge on the naughty little Loki.

Moran saw that Moriarty was silent for a long time, and he knew that this person had made up his mind not to go to the hospital.Sighing in his heart, Moran found a way: "Why don't I ask someone to help me, just wait for me."

"I want you to accompany me." When Moriarty spoke, his voice was muffled, and his brown and black eyes were covered with a mist like water due to illness, making him look a little pitiful.

If it was before, Moran would definitely not be able to withstand such gazes.But now, it is obvious that Mr. Captain is most worried about his lover's health, and he is unwilling to let his temper go.Standing up and covering Moriarty tightly with the blanket, Moran reached out and stroked Moriarty's short black hair: "I'll be right back, I promise."

"You lied." Moriarty twitched his red nose, looking pitiful and aggrieved.

Moran bent down, pressed a warm kiss on Moriarty's forehead, and whispered, "My Jim, I will never lie to you, from beginning to end."

Moriarty covered his kissed forehead and watched Moran pick up his coat and leave the room in a daze.Moriarty didn't look back until the door was closed.

Non-pathological rapid heartbeat, sudden surge of blood, involuntary dry lips.

Moriarty gently covered his eyes, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I'm really... very sick."

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Just when Moriarty was about to fall into a deep sleep, the door was opened, and the sound of footsteps on the stairs could be heard clearly.

Moriarty could tell that they were two people, one walked firmly and heavily, and the other walked lightly and quickly, which made Moriarty a little curious about who Moran had invited over.When the door opened, Moriarty looked up with a smile, and suddenly burst into a surprise smile when he met the astonished eyes of the person who came up: "Hello, Dr. Watson, long time no see."

Watson clenched the doorknob unconsciously, and suddenly felt that he was an idiot.When Moran came to the clinic to look for him just now, he followed without much hesitation, and even forgot to ask who the patient was.But as long as you use your brain a little bit, you can think of it. I am afraid that in addition to the willful and mischievous little troublemaker who is under ten years old, there is another possibility that Moran said "he is not seriously ill and doesn't like to go to the hospital". Moriarty!

As Moriarty's brown-black eyes stared at Watson, he felt a pain in his neck.Even if Sherlock didn't say anything, Watson knew that Moriarty was very good at disguising and escaping, and he couldn't point this man out without sufficient evidence. All he could do was to catch him and prevent him from doing it again crime.

Reason always trumps emotion, as Watson learned in Afghanistan.

But when he actually faced Moriarty, even though that person had a kind and innocent smile, what appeared before his eyes was the face of the man whose expression was contorted by excitement.Watson unconsciously touched his pocket, where his gun lay.

But at this moment, Moran also entered the door, with a deep and magnetic voice exclusive to grown men: "Dr. Watson is sorry for your trouble. Jim doesn't want to go to the hospital. I hope you can help him." Looking into Moriarty's eyes, "Jim, this is Dr. Watson. I think you know him."

"Yes, I know it." Moriarty nodded obediently, his red nose made him look a little funny.The expression on Watson's face was very stiff. He looked at Moran and was about to say something when he heard Moriarty's voice again, "Dr. Watson and I are very good friends. In fact, we have already With a good conversation, maybe little Parker will be a friend of Dr. Watson in the future."

Watson, who had been aimed by Parker's rifle, understood almost instantly that this was a threat. It couldn't be more obvious.But Moran obviously couldn't understand the deep meaning. He walked up to Moriarty and helped Moriarty brush away the hair wet with cold sweat on his forehead: "That Parker looks like a rock player, then It’s not easy to get along with people of this kind.”

Moriarty was like a child who was caught by his parents to associate with mischief, he nodded obediently, but he didn't intend to change at all.

Moran naturally knew his lover's temper, so he reached out and rubbed his hair, and went to the kitchen on the second floor to make tea. After Moran's figure disappeared on the stairs, Moriarty looked at Watson with a smile. His eyes are like those of an eagle seeing a rabbit.Watson felt chills down his spine from seeing him, and turned to leave, but he heard Moriarty's voice with a strange ending: "My dear doctor, I need your help."

"You can find another doctor, Moriarty." Watson frowned at him, keeping his hand from the handle of the gun.

Moriarty leaned against his bear cushion, looking comfy and pale: "If you want your big detective to be fine, I think we could sit down and talk, John, I'd love to do something about what happened last time." an explanation."

Watson had no choice. In fact, he had no idea how to communicate with the unreasonable Moriarty.The reasonable, gentle and kind little Jim seemed to have turned into the devil-like guy in front of him overnight. Watson gritted his teeth and finally sat opposite Moriarty.

Moriarty was satisfied with Watson's obedience, because Parker was not here at all - yes, he shamelessly cheated the poor good doctor - sniffed, and Moriarty did not expect Watson to give He healed, and Loki's tricks seemed to heal on his own.

Wrapping the blanket tighter, Moriarty tilted his head, looked at Watson with foggy eyes, and said, "I'm glad to see you doing well."

"There is no need for such politeness, Moriarty. I hate you for deceiving and fooling me. I stay here just to know what you are going to say."

Moriarty shrugged, and he didn't think about teasing the teddy bear in front of him anymore—it's boring to keep playing the same tricks—so, Moriarty said with a smile: "I like Holmes, too. I like playing games with Holmes, and I have plenty of time to wait."

Sensing Watson's stiff expression, Moriarty tilted his head in a good mood: "I'm willing to temporarily give up some messy little consultations, and maybe postpone the game with the big detective for a while, because I found a new one. pleasure."

"What?" Watson obviously didn't believe it.

Moriarty touched his chin and smiled, pure and simple.Eyes looking out the window, there is a newly installed street light, and the strange flash on the light cover of the street light is obviously a tiny camera.The one that is aligned is the golden house number 222B.

The narrow-minded little Jim will not let go of any chance of revenge, but his intuition tells him that life will become more interesting~

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"Boss, I think you'll want to see this."

Mycroft looked at the folder Anthea handed over, put down the scones in hand, opened it, and the first thing he saw was a picture.

It was a profile of a man, with exquisite facial features, but the most astonishing thing was that his skin was blue, which looked strange and mysterious.Mycroft frowned at the skin color that obviously does not belong to humans. The Department of Mysteries under him has recorded many mysterious events belonging to the UK, including mutants and superpowers, but this blue skin is obviously not recorded. of.

"Who is this?" Mycroft tapped the picture with his fingertips.

Anthea turned on the phone and said, "Rocky, live at 222B Baker Street, lawyer."

This location obviously touched Mycroft's sensitive nerves. If it weren't for the alert level being raised on Baker Street, Mycroft probably wouldn't have known that Sherlock's neighbor was a color-changing one.He closed the folder, put his palms together on his chin, thought for a moment and said, "Help me arrange it, I want to contact the United States."

"BOSS?" Anthea was a little puzzled.

Mycroft is not stingy with explaining to Anthea: "Americans always have some weird things, I think they will be happy to help me answer my questions."

"So BOSS, which department do we need to contact?"

"Directorate of Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support."

The long list of words made Anthea feel a little overwhelmed: "... huh?"

"It's also called S.H.I.E.L.D." As he spoke, Mycroft looked at Anthea speechlessly, "If you make this mistake again in the future, the bonus will be deducted."

Anthea's eyes widened slightly: "I'm sorry." So, don't withhold the bonus.

Mycroft picked up the scones again: "I deducted that you wrote a novel during working hours last time, which violated Rule 131."

Anthea quickly filtered the various regulations she had memorized in her head, and after confirming that she had never remembered it, she tried to make one last effort for her bonus: "...Boss, it seems that there is no such regulation. "

Mycroft bent the corners of his lips, and took a sip of the lipstick tea in a leisurely manner: "I added it yesterday, and the queen signed it this morning."

...QAQ

☆、30·Red Cloak

Moriarty's "cold" was finally over after three days of suffering, and Moriarty attributed his recovery to his good neighbor across the street-John Watson-so much so that a grateful Moran specially baked A few good veal steaks came to thank me.

Watson sent Moran away with a stiff expression. When he turned around with the basket in hand, he saw the black curly-haired detective standing at the stairs with a cold expression.His usual indifferent expression became more and more cold at this moment, and his high cheekbones made him look very unkind. When Mr. Detective disdained to make an intimate expression, he was like a cold sharp knife, piercing the bone.

"You have encountered a problem, John." Sherlock frowned slightly, his blue-green eyes had a magical brilliance when reflecting the sun, "and you are planning to deceive me."

It is a thrilling thing to have a cohabitant who has the ability to detect people's hearts. Although he has done countless psychological constructions in his heart, Watson still has no courage to deceive Sherlock.

If the wayward Sherlock knew that Moriarty, who threatened to blow him up, lived across the street and was having a sweet time with his lover, Watson really didn't know what Sherlock would do.And how that lunatic Moriarty will respond is unpredictable.However, Watson looked at the small basket exuding bursts of fragrance, and suddenly became weak.

"Believe me, Sherlock, I didn't deliberately hide from you..." Watson slightly raised the small basket in his hand.

Sherlock tilted his head and interrupted him: "If you really don't want to say it, you can not say it. Also, if I have veal steak at noon, I want pasta, no onions, and double cheese."

Watson felt his head hurt even more: "I'm not a waiter."

Sherlock nodded with a serious face: "So I don't need to tip you."

Being able to live with him for the first half of the year, and not shooting him while he was sleeping, is definitely because I am a good person with strong self-control and love.Once again mentally prepared, Watson pursed his lips and walked into the kitchen. Just as he closed the door, Sherlock turned and walked up the stairs, into the living room, and stepped on the soft wool carpet with his bare feet.

The dark blue pajamas wrapped his long and strong body, Sherlock walked to the window, opened the curtain slightly and looked across.

The blond-haired man took off his windbreaker while turning his head to kiss the black-haired man behind him. The black-haired man seemed to be smiling, and he stretched out his arms to hug the blond-haired man's waist, and unscrupulously stretched in from the hem of his shirt.As if he could feel the approaching sight, the black-haired man's eyes turned slightly, and when he met Sherlock's blue-green eyes, the black-haired man smiled, his brown-black eyes narrowed tightly, and he even reached out with interest. waved to him.

Sherlock yanked the curtains shut and stared at the phone.

On the phone screen was a text message from Moriarty's phone a few minutes ago.

'I found something more interesting, big detective, I hate you~-Jim'

Sherlock admitted that Moriarty was right, that they were really the same in some respects, the same madness, the same boredom, the same astonishment and loathing of this stupid world.But unlike Moriarty, Sherlock has a conscience and a sense of morality as a good person, while Watson has become his moral benchmark, and he has gradually deepened his attachment to the world.

That being the case, Sherlock is on the side of the Angel of Justice, but never belongs to her.

"Sherlock, come and help me with the plate." Watson poked his head, and then continued to struggle with the spaghetti.

Sherlock responded vaguely, but the hand in his sleeve clenched the phone tightly, and the emotion in his eyes was obscure.

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Moriarty hasn't been looking for Loki recently. In his words, the little Rocky is studying the little trick of transforming into a Smurf, and his emotions are rioting. We should wait until little Loki can evolve into an ultimate body before going to see it. he.

"Is he sick?" Moran asked, putting down the newspaper and looking at Moriarty.

Moriarty shrugged, and sat sideways on Moran's lap with a cup of black tea with thick milk in his hand.Moran hugged this man tightly to prevent his black tea from spilling, his blue eyes were full of connivance.Moriarty narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "I think he just misses his family too much. You know, poor little Rocky hasn't been home for a long time."

Moran left home very early to venture out, and he didn't have a deep impression of family. In addition, Moriarty gave him many weird concepts, which led to his concept of family being "lover", "love" and "sex". hybrid.

And when I was young, the family in the countryside, the two annoying boys next door who always called him goldfish, the gentle mother and the curmudgeon father, the soft sheep and the dwarf pony, these are like things in the previous life , warm, beautiful and distant.

Moran didn't care about Moran's silence, took a sip of black tea, then threw the teacup aside, the black-haired man turned his head and sat on the man's lap with a smile, and tightly clamped the man without any shyness. waist.

"Your illness is just right." Moran looked indifferent as usual, unmoved at all.

Moriarty pouted, pressed Moran's forehead against Moran's, and slowly pushed hard, muttering: "Anyway, it's not your discomfort in the end, every time you have nothing to lose except to help me take a bath, now I want to let You try with me or you take advantage of it."

Moran rubbed Moriarty's hair smoothly: "You will get worse, Jim, be obedient and don't be willful."

The longer we spent together, Moriarty felt that Moran's tendency to treat him like a child became more obvious.Of course, this doesn't make Moriarty feel too uncomfortable. Moran is easy to use, and that's enough.Moriarty finally gave up his purpose, and when Moran was about to give him a hug, he pushed the other's shoulder in disgust: "Go and shave, I hate you for being a kiwi."

"When did you learn the description of kiwi?" Moran felt a little speechless.

Moriarty snorted: "You must have never seen..."

At this moment, Moran suddenly heard a strange sound.He hugged Moriarty's waist tightly like a conditioned reflex and jumped back suddenly. The next second, the place where the sofa was originally was turned into a piece of waste, a hole was pierced in the ceiling, and a man in a red cloak was half kneeling On the ground, then stood up and looked around with sharp eyes.

Moriarty didn't mind being hugged tightly by Moran - it was nothing - his brown and black eyes stared curiously at the man who "fallen from the sky", and the man's strong but not annoying muscles It was very conspicuous, the fiery red cloak looked very imposing, and the clothes did not seem to be made of unusual materials, at least Moriarty couldn't tell what it was made of, maybe it was some kind of metal.

The most conspicuous thing is a hammer in the man's hand.

It was black, with a strange flash, and was firmly held in the man's hand.You can vaguely see the golden cursive writing on it.

"You're just like him," Moriarty wrinkled his nose and looked at the man's stubble, "kiwi."

Moran was speechless, but he tightened his arms to hold Moriarty even tighter.

While Moriarty was looking at the man, the man in the red cloak also noticed the two not far away.He watched them, apparently until he had landed in the wrong place.The indifference on the face of the tall and strong man faded away, he scratched his head in embarrassment, looked at Moriarty and Moran and said, "I'm sorry for ruining your things, I'll take Sta Ke's phone number for you."

"Who?" Moran obviously didn't hear clearly.

Moriarty tugged on Moran's cuff excitedly, and whispered, "Listen to him, dear Sebastian, isn't this interesting?" To pay compensation, hey, that sounds great.Then Little Jim smiled and looked at the man in the cloak, "Although I think you should come in through the door, since you are willing to pay compensation, it doesn't matter. Tall guy, tell me why you came, maybe I'll give it to you in a good mood." You some cookies."

Regarding Moriarty's "tolerance and generosity", the man was obviously relieved.He flicked his hammer—a gesture that clearly frowned on Moran's disapproval—and asked, "Do you know where my brother is?"

Moran still didn't let go of Moriarty. Captain Moran obviously didn't trust the suspicious person in front of him.For people he doesn't trust, Moran can send him away with a gun, or send him away with a gun after asking. Since Moriarty is somewhat interested in this guy, Moran temporarily set the plan on the second: "You Who is the younger brother?"

The man scratched his head and said in a low voice, "My brother's name is Rocky, and I'm here to pick him up."

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【Little Jim: A kiwi fell from the sky, so interesting~】

-Comment:

-Sebastian: Is this where the kiwi comes from =,=

-Little Jim: I am very pleased that you have learned to use emoji, my Mr. Captain.

-Natasha: If you've ever seen those guys unshaven you'll know... oh my god, a bunch of kiwis...

-Little Jim: (⊙o⊙)

-Cosmic Hero Stark: Refers to an old popsicle

- S.H.I.E.L.D. Coulson:  …

- Cosmic Hero Stark: Coulson, you want to block me, I see it!Jarvis I'm going to hack his computer!

- Lao Jia loves maintenance: get

- Natasha: =v= You are glad Stephen is not online today

-Captain America Stephen: I'm in...

-Natasha: Yo~ old Popsicle~

-Little Jim: Oh~old Popsicle~

- Stark, the hero of the universe: You guys don't think it's a big deal to watch the fun!go away! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

☆、31·Encounter and Betrayal

Thor sat awkwardly on the sofa in the living room of Moran's house. Opposite him, the black-haired Moriarty was looking at him with a smile, like a fox staring at a rabbit.

However, for Thor, the expressions of the people in the courtyard are too rich, and the big man with a pure and kind personality can't quite understand what Moriarty is thinking at the moment, which directly causes him to ignore Moriarty's obvious calculations. He asked with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry for breaking the roof of your house." Especially when Thor knew that people in the atrium could not use divine power to repair the roof, but had to get on the ground and repair it little by little. Feel more guilty.

"It's really expensive to repair, but it doesn't matter, we always have a solution," Moriarty shook the phone in his hand, "and you gave me Stark's contact information, I will find him if there is anything of."

The big man in the red cape looked relieved, his shoulders loosening from tight to a little.

Moriarty was pleased with Thor's use of Iron Man as the leader of the aftermath team. He put his left leg on top of his right leg and twitched his toes in soft slippers, looking quite leisurely. : "I know Rocky, to be exact, we have a good relationship."

Thor was a little surprised. Even though he didn't know what Loki was hiding, he knew how much Loki hated the Atrium people.To be honest, Thor can't see what is different about Moriarty. He is obviously not as rich as Tony in the place where he lives, and he is not as strong as Hulk in terms of body size. He has momentum.

But Thor didn't question it aloud, not because Thor suddenly learned etiquette—even if he had it, he wouldn't use it on people in the courtyard he didn't know—but because, when Moriarty smiled, he gave Thor I have a feeling similar to Loki.With some cunning, some innocence, and more unknown reasons.

"He looks very bad. You know, poor little Rocky is always alone. Although he can do some strange tricks, it doesn't solve the loneliness." Moriarty wrinkled his nose, obviously thinking of Something bad happened, "He doesn't have any power, or rather, his power is fading, and now he's just a little blue man, he doesn't even dare to go out."

"Who dares to bully my brother!"

The sledgehammer suddenly hit the table and roared, causing Moran, who was still making tea in the kitchen, to rush out with the teapot in his hand. If Moriarty hadn't stopped him, Moran would have thrown the teapot with boiling water into the kitchen. on Thor's face.

Moriarty's original meaning was "Your brother is lonely and needs you to comfort him." As for how Thor interpreted it from his own words as "my brother is lonely and bullied" Moriarty is not clear, but this It doesn't matter, as long as the goal is achieved.

"Molan, I think this tall gentleman is just emotional." Moriarty reached out and hugged his lover's waist.

Moran narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly reached out his hand to take out a gun from his pocket and put it in Moriarty's hand. Then, holding a teapot, he walked into the kitchen with a serious expression as if he was about to go to the battlefield. Don't forget to give Thor a hard look.

Thor touched his nose. He didn't take Moran's hostility seriously. As a god, he was very tolerant towards most people in the atrium.However, the relationship between Moriarty and Moran aroused Thor's curiosity, he blinked his blue eyes: "Are you...friends?"

Moriarty sat down on the sofa again, and answered Thor's question without any hesitation: "We are lovers. If you want a deeper understanding, we are bed partners, and we have established a deep relationship."

Thor was a little dumbfounded, and was very surprised by Moriarty's confession. Although he had heard about the love between two men before, it was the first time he had actually seen it himself.Weiwei turned her eyes away to hide her embarrassment, but Moriarty saw this move clearly.

Little black-haired Jim tilted his head, and lightly touched his chin with his fingertips.Loki's series of reactions, obviously, something absolutely happened between him and his brother - this handsome and strong man in front of him - but judging from Thor's actions, he didn't know it .

Interesting.

Moriarty narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly.

"You said you were friends with Loki, so can you tell me where he is?"

Thor tried hard to change the subject, a little bluntly, but Little Jim followed his words intimately: "Of course I know, but I'm afraid he doesn't want to see you. Rocky Cookie is blue now, he doesn't like it Meet people with that color."

Loki's true race is a secret. Yes, even now, after Loki made a mistake that was destined to be irreversible, Thor has told all the insiders one by one to swallow Loki's life experience into his stomach. say it.

There is always a way for the same kind of people to get together and make friendships.Thor, holding a sledgehammer, easily believed that his brother finally had a friend.This made him a little relieved, but also a little disappointed.

It’s like when a cat that’s always been yours suddenly has other playmates and his world isn’t all yours alone, the loss is always intense.

Moriarty didn't give Thor a chance to taste the jealousy he still didn't realize, and little Jim was a very caring and helpful citizen: "Dear big man, I think you may need a chance , or rather, Rocky needs a chance."

"What?" Thor blinked, and Thor, who was still not out of the lost mood, looked listless.

Moriarty tilted his head and said with a smile: "I'll tell you where Loki is. In exchange, I hope you promise me one thing."

Thor frowned. Although he was simple, he was not stupid: "Tell me."

"It's just a request as a friend," Moriarty said slowly, holding his chin, "take good care of him, and don't mention going home for now. As a good brother, you have an obligation to take care of your sick brother, even if he The mood right now...is a bit weird."

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Thor had already left when Moran came out of the kitchen.

He didn't bring black tea. To be exact, Moran didn't really want to make a cup of black tea to entertain guests.He carried two guns, one in Moriarty's hand, and the other in his pocket. He kept holding it tightly, and the focus of his eyes was always on the gun in the red cloak in the living room. Men, never far away.

Moriarty, who was standing by the window, kept staring at Thor who was holding the hammer. He stared at the man, watched Thor knock on the door of 222B, and watched him kick down the door impatiently. rushed in, looked at the room