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"Lonely gourmet." Moriarty said very slowly, with ups and downs.

I rolled my eyes, and these two came again. On the other hand, Mycroft, who was next to Sherlock, drizzled the wagyu steak with sauce and cut it into small cubes of the same size, and sent it to the mouth in a leisurely manner. In the process, he was willing to give Sherlock and Moriarty his eyes for a few seconds when he was chewing slowly, but he still didn't say a word, and continued to put the second steak into his mouth.

He didn't put down his knife and fork until he emptied his plate, took a sip of bourbon, and said slowly: "Well, gentlemen, your "interesting" conversation can come to an end."

"What?" Sherlock frowned unhappily, and his voice was raised high. I found that whenever he had an opinion on a certain sentence or a certain person, he would respond with a very mocking and dismissive expression.

"Okay, my brother, you should do something after a good lunch." Mycroft's attention fell on the encrypted document again, and he looked at it repeatedly, as if he was determined to find it in the black and white. Get a little clue.

"Oh, you are really good at manipulating your brother." Sherlock spoke quickly, with dissatisfaction in his light words.

"I can't help it, I'm forced by the situation, I'm forced to do nothing, my dear brother." Facing Sherlock's protest, Mycroft casually comforted a few words, his elbow rested on the handle, and his fingers joined together to form a number Ba's habitual hand gesture like a small pistol was pressed against his face, lost in thought.

Moriarty approached the dining table, as if to express his willingness to get closer to the brothers Sherlock and Mycroft, and said in a low and thick voice, "Okay, thank you for your hospitality, but your chef, you You should consider changing it."

Mycroft paused slightly while holding the goblet, the gentleman smiled and said: "...Well, it's a very good suggestion, I will consider it."

Sherlock and Moriarty left one after the other as Mycroft watched, and I followed Moriarty closely, for fear that Sherlock's machine-gun-like venom would splash like me.I don't want him to hurt me by mistake.

I stepped on Moriarty's shadow, keeping a distance of about twenty inches from him, and his steps were so regular that I stepped on his shoulders exactly as I took a step forward.

"Nice to see you again," Moriarty said to Sherlock in an enthusiastic voice as they walked.

Compared with Moriarty's excitement, Sherlock's indifference almost made me feel sorry for Moriarty. He let out a faint chuckle from his voice: "It's a disaster."

Moriarty raised his mouth pretending to be injured, and his eyebrows showed an inexplicable trend of one up and one down. He paused, staring at Sherlock with burning eyes. His white teeth looked like a corpse without sunlight. The morbidity of the skeleton and the whole body made me shiver involuntarily.

"What's wrong? Jim Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes who came back from the dead, how amazing are they?"

Sherlock had his hands behind his back, and one side of the black windbreaker collar was blown tightly against his neck. The suit inside him was straight and without any wrinkles. The shoes were Baroque style, and they were covered with dark purple high-end fabrics. shirt, he shook his head frequently, showing a meaningful smile: "Oh, this is just a very subtle way for people with high IQ to protect themselves." After finishing speaking, Sherlock glanced at me indifferently, as if this Another effect of the sentence is to eliminate people like me who are no longer in the ranks of high IQ.

Moriarty didn't take Sherlock's attitude to heart at all, maybe he didn't care at all, he showed eight neat teeth when he smiled, his head seemed round and square, if he didn't have a very contagious The facial features, as well as those piercing eyes that are secretly daunting, I am afraid that this head will be labeled-"loyalty", "honesty" and other labels.

But... I crooked my neck and thought about it seriously. From ancient times to the present, most capable people are different. They are the Emperor Napoleon who had not had a good life for a few days, and the painting genius Van Gogh with a mutilated body. Let’s go back to our own able men and strangers, such as Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu with double pupils, or Li Yuan, the great ancestor of the Tang Dynasty with three breasts.

If these four people were really thrown into the crowd of ordinary people, they would be one dwarf, one disabled, and two aliens.

Compared with these people, is it any wonder that Moriarty has a head of honesty and preference?

Moriarty returned to his usual seriousness. At this time, his voice seemed to contain something. It was too inappropriate to say that he had a rich voice. It was a very approachable and very intimidating voice: "Who said Isn't it? Then... wish us... a happy cooperation." As he said, he extended a hand like Sherlock in a friendly way.

Sherlock smiled mysteriously, looked at the gray sky, and held back forcefully: "Me too."

In such a gloomy afternoon just after the rain, no one would have imagined that the most powerful leader in the British Empire, Napoleon, the most troublesome criminal in the world, and the most prestigious detective in the whole of Britain.These three men reached a very just agreement, in other words, formed a jaw-dropping combination.

You know, this was just a month ago, and none of this would have been possible.

Moriarty took me into a long-range Lincoln, and I began to wonder if Holmes Mycroft was an aboveboard corrupt or power-wielder.Could the nuclear bomb incident in their mouths be a political struggle between them?

"I have something to ask you." I glanced sideways at Moriarty, who was sitting beside me with a gloomy expression. His face did not turn rosy because of a hearty lunch and delicious bourbon. On the contrary, it was even paler.

"Speak, don't hesitate." Moriarty squinted over, a little bored.

"Take me with you at a time like this, aren't you afraid I'll reveal it? I'm a stranger." Although it's not wise to bring up the fact that you are an outsider to Moriarty again and again, although it's best at this time The best way is to talk less and take one step at a time, but I still can't help but squeak.In this regard, I regard my actions as confidence in my own strength.

Anyway, Moriarty can't kill me... I can kill him, if I can get the killer down.

After listening to my words, Moriarty sighed, and said without interest: "Oh, my sweetheart, you are so cute, even if I bring a hundred insignificant people with me, I am absolutely sure to shut them down." Mouth. Well, don’t think so much, how can there be so many explanations in this world.”

Watching him roll his eyes towards the roof of the car, I took a deep breath and said again: "Okay. Then what do you need me to do?"

Moriarty turned his head and stared at me intently, his voice could be called gentle, he said concisely: "Stay with me."

As soon as I said this, I immediately got goosebumps all over my body. I quickly distanced myself from Moriarty, touched my arms, and looked at him defensively. Moriarty was puzzled by my nervous movements. , he raised his eyebrows and looked at me with an inexplicable expression, with a slight bulge between his brows, as if he was waiting for an explanation from me.

I scratched my head and smiled embarrassingly, explaining what?Explain why I'm more crazy than him?

I said this: "Why do I have a feeling of being nurtured?"

Moriarty let out a sneer, without any negative emotions, looked at me very sincerely and said: "I never keep women, because I am afraid that I will not be able to control myself..." When Moriarty said this, he wanted to I stopped talking, with an exaggerated expression on my brows, I silently looked away to avoid meeting his scorching gaze.

Damn, I understand what he means too well, it's dead anyway.

I sighed hopelessly, and murmured, "I suddenly started to like Sherlock."

"Ha, that's an interesting idea." Moriarty shrugged his shoulders disdainfully, but the suddenly wrinkled expression told me that he still cared about Sherlock.Inexplicably, I seem to smell the smell of love?

I asked him, "Do you know why?"

He followed me patiently and said, "Why?"

I shook my head and said honestly: "Because he is very cute, and you... are too cute to be scary." As I spoke, I showed a very bright smile to Moriarty.

Moriarty smiled instead of anger, even my smile was brighter just now, he became very happy, lowered the window, closed his eyes and felt the cool wind brought by the speed of the car for a while, with a look of enjoyment on his face, Just when I suspected that Moriarty was not going to answer me, he suddenly spoke, which startled me!

He said slowly: "Look, how can a woman like you be connected with the ordinary? So, my sweetheart, let me have a good tour of the house and live here with peace of mind."

I:"……"

The house where Moriarty lives can be said to be quite lonely. It faces the river and leans against the woods. It seems to be a house made of glass. From a distance, it looks like a crystal palace. Come on, is this what you like?"

Does a man still have a princess dream?I am confused by comparison.These days, if you give me a glass slipper, I think it's too harsh.Living in the Crystal Palace, I was afraid that I would be flashed to death.

Moriarty didn't care about my strange gaze, "Oh, poor boy, do you know that the hardness of these glasses is incomparable to that of diamonds, I need to dry them more