[Comprehensive] Looking for a male god system experiencer

Head found. "

Hearing this, Mycroft paused with the hand holding the umbrella handle, and slowly set his sight on Sherlock's side face. The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly: "It's him. But his doubts may not be It will be cancelled.”

Thinking of the scene just now, Sherlock only felt disgusted in his heart. Those people who made him disdainful or even disgusted made him feel tormented all the time. He took out his mobile phone and said to Mycroft while typing: "Let's find Moriarty first. .”

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The air in the morning is always fresh and pleasant, and I can't sleep after getting up early.The news on the TV is still the main theme of Moriarty's return. I put my hips on my hips and turned up the volume of the TV in the room by two volumes, listening intently to Moriarty's criminal past.

Although it was the final battle with Sherlock Holmes that made Moriarty famous in the first battle, he still hasn't discovered the essence of the matter.The more I watched, the more bored I felt, so I raised my hand and turned off the TV.

If these reports want to describe Moriarty's criminal trajectory as much as Hitler's autobiography, it is simply a fantasy.For Moriarty, it was just the tip of the iceberg.But then again, I have to thank Moriarty for his dramatic and mysterious appearance this time.

If it wasn't for me to teleport him invisibly, no matter how powerful he is, he wouldn't be able to slip out of the monitoring and guards' surveillance within three seconds, let alone be safe and sound.But there is no way, who makes the mission oppressive and asks me to serve him?

Thinking about it, I got up and prepared to find something to eat. The servants here in Moriarty are very efficient. I just said that I want to have breakfast, and after a while, dozens of different dishes were placed on the table.

But I don't have a good appetite today, so I don't have the usual hunger. While I was drinking milk, Moriarty also woke up, oh no, it looks like he has already gone out for a trip.

This is the first time I saw him wearing white short sleeves, walking from the garden, chewing gum in his mouth, flicking the earphone cable in one hand, I don’t know what he was thinking, because the sunglasses blocked his eyes, only the tall bridge of the nose.

"Good morning." Moriarty said, pulling away the chair on my left.

"You went out?"

"Yes." Moriarty looked around at the breakfast on the table, got up and took a cup of oatmeal.

He buried his head in a sip, then raised his head and asked me, "Are you busy today?"

I raised my eyelids in surprise, as if I suddenly had human rights, I replied: "No."

"Follow me then." Moriarty said casually as he put a grape into his mouth.

"Huh?" I definitely have no objection. I wanted to say yes, but my eyes were fixed on the oatmeal at the corner of Moriarty's mouth, and I couldn't help laughing. Although Moriarty under the white T-shirt doesn't look like a human being He was hurt, but his whole person softened a lot, as if the Holy Light of the Virgin Mary had bathed him. I didn't think much about it, but subconsciously reached out and wiped away the scum from the corner of his mouth.

Moriarty didn't move. The grapes he was about to put into his mouth were pinched between his fingers. He stared at me without saying a word. His brows were stretched, and even the corners of his mouth were straight. Two seconds later, he looked away. , put the grapes in his mouth, and said, "I'm getting bolder and bolder." There was no displeasure in this sentence, it was just a calm statement of a fact.

I cut it, and couldn't stand him like this, retorted: "We are equal, okay? They are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you."

Moriarty groaned and laughed, but said nothing.

After eating, the servant closed the order, and I got up and left with Moriarty.

Yesterday it was an extended Lincoln, today it is a silver Bugatti, I sigh silently, the evil rich man.

Moriarty stepped on the accelerator, and the sound waves roared. Moriarty turned up the volume of the music. I heard this song once a long time ago, and this is the second time.It's "SinnerMan" by NinaSimone

I closed my eyes and felt the oncoming wind, the howling wind, the warm sunshine, and the beautiful music, which made me feel that life suddenly became beautiful.

Nina's voice can be high or low, and he sang emotionally:

Oh Sinnerman, whereyougonnarunto oh!Sinner, where will you run?

Sinnerman, whereyougonnarunto sinner, where are you running to?

Where you gonna run to where you want to run

All along that day

WellIruntotherock, "pleasehideme" well, I run to the rock, "pleasehideme"

All along that day

SoIruntotheriver, itwasbleedin' so I ran to the river and it was bleeding

Iruntothesea, it was bleedin' I ran to the sea and it was bleeding

All along that day

So Iruntotheriver, it was boilin' so I ran to the river and it was boiling

……

All along that day

SoIruntotheLord, "pleasehidemeLord"

"Don'tyouseemeprayin'" "Didn't you read my prayer?"

"Don'tyouseemedownhereprayin'" "Didn't you see me on my knees begging you?"

But the Lord said, "gotothedevil" but the Lord said "go to the devil!"

The Lord said, "gotothedevil" said "go to the devil!"

Hesaid, "gotothedevil" he said "go to the devil!"

All along that day

So Irantothedevil, hewaswaitin' I gotta run to the devil, he's already waiting for me

Irantothedevil, hewaswaitin' I run to the devil, he's already waiting

Rantothedevil, hewaswaitin' run to the devil, he's already waiting

Allon that day

ICried – I cry:

POWER! Give me power!

Maybe it was because the voice was too sad, or maybe the content of the song was too heavy, I opened my eyes suddenly, as if I was about to fall into this soulful voice after listening, Moriarty was driving, and I observed him secretly, A thought gradually came to my mind, perhaps Moriarty is a sinner longing for redemption, and I suddenly became curious about Moriarty's past. Could it be that a long time ago, he prayed to God, but was ruthlessly rejected?He can only turn into a demon to protect himself?

I couldn't help but want to reach out and touch his face. What kind of past did such a man full of knowledge, wisdom and elegance have?

"MySweet, you're not a lady to do this without permission." Moriarty suddenly grabbed my hand, startling me.

I actually touched his face unconsciously. Although he clasped my hand, he didn't shake it away, but placed it on his lips, and kissed him lightly. My heart suddenly skipped a beat. With one beat, his voice was full of sexiness with a smile: "NiceDay, Huh"

I was a little dazed and didn't understand what Moriarty meant. He put my hand back on my lap, and then continued to put that hand back on the steering wheel. At this time, I passed a square, and the children gathered together. Balloons are being released, colorful balloons fluttering into the sky,

They are colorful and light, like flowers blooming in the blue sky. Occasionally, birds fly by. With the warm sunshine, a wave of heat surges from my heart, and a sense of happiness arises spontaneously.

The author has something to say: the lyrics have been deleted, or there are too many words.The lyrics have a different meaning, especially suitable for Mo Niang, and feel sorry for Mo Niang's past.Because no matter how willful and withdrawn Sherlock is, he has Mycroft behind him and John on his left, not to mention Molly, Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, his parents, and his sister.As for Mo Niang, she seemed to be the only one who was ridiculed when she was a child.Villains are always cute.I love Mo Niang!Hahaha miss you all!You are my little angels, every update is not on time, you have not abandoned me, touched!I want to give priority to changing male gods, and I want to finish them sooner. Dakang's ones really don't feel like writing much. ——Recently I’m losing weight. I think it’s too slow to lose one catty a day, but I really want to go five catties a day... I’m worried about the postgraduate entrance examination, and it’s too difficult to pass three times.Worrying about life, I want to go back to high school.Alas, the older a person is, the more annoying things become.I feel that the most tiring high school is the best time.sad……

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