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Sherlock 13

Moriarty took me to a seemingly abandoned chemical plant in the suburbs. It was empty and dilapidated, with rust and crumbling fences.It seems scary, but there is not even a wandering spirit, but I can't understand what Moriarty brought me here.

When I approached the inside of the chemical plant, I realized that there were already other people.

A row of burly men with submachine guns in hand stood and waited lazily, until someone saw Moriarty and clapped their hands quickly, and everyone immediately straightened up and stood in a row.

"Hey, guys, relax." Moriarty took off his sunglasses, pinned them to his collar, and checked his pockets. He scanned the crowd and flicked the ashes on his chest.

"Boss, we have already dealt with it according to your request." Said a man with a scar in the leader.

"Well done, lads, but now the plan has changed, and some people are better left alive." Moriarty grinned and gestured horizontally at his neck.

For some reason, I shrank my neck subconsciously.

"However, the people of the Black Lotus Society are the most widely distributed in Southeast Asia, and his population is also..." The scarred man showed a embarrassed expression. He followed Moriarty for seven or eight years before he was able to meet him in person. , but he is considered lucky. Some people have worked under Moriarty for a lifetime, but they can't even see a single person.

Upon hearing this, Moriarty shook his head and raised his hand in a shush gesture. The man with the scar immediately fell silent when he saw this.

Moriarty smiled gently, like a professor's tolerance for students' small mistakes. He said, "It's not the Black Lotus Society, but... the Black Snake Society." I didn't have time to react to the pistol that was pulled out, and the man with the scar fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, a life ended in such a hurry.

I can't describe my mood. Although I have killed people before, the sudden change of face while talking and laughing like this made me feel a little scared of Moriarty.

If... If I don't have spells, will I end up with this kind of gluten one day?

Seeing this, the rest of the people knew that the matter had been revealed, and pointed their guns at Moriarty almost at the same time. I don't know whether I was worried that Moriarty would not be able to one-to-many, or I was worried that I would be affected by the gun. Without even thinking about it, I raised my hand and stopped those people. Their expressions were frozen at the moment of panic and bewilderment.

"Although I don't need it, it's still a demeanor to say thank you." Moriarty said to me as he shook his head helplessly when he saw the person on the opposite side froze in place.Then, I saw him stepping on the steps of a tap dance, stepping on this huge and empty factory, one by one, he put his pistol on their foreheads, and after the successive gunshots, As soon as the fixing spell was withdrawn, everyone fell to the ground.

"Do you mind if you work hard and light a fire?" Moriarty put the safety catch on, put the pistol back in his pocket, and asked after digging his ears.

"Easy to do." I readily agreed.

When Moriarty and I got back into the car, the nameless fire was blazing, wrapping the abandoned chemical plant tightly.When Moriarty looked at the flames, the strange light in his eyes was shocking. He put on his sunglasses again and set off for the next destination.

"Why did you kill them?" I straightened my clothes in the rearview mirror and asked casually.

"A traitor should never live an extra day." Moriarty's tone was unabashedly disgusted and hated.

"Then, are they the Black Snake Society you just mentioned?" I asked again.

Moriarty was in a rare good mood and was willing to answer me patiently: "Not bad."

"Sounds like a silly name." I made a pertinent evaluation.

Moriarty agreed with a smile and said, "I agree with your point of view." After finishing speaking, he stepped up the accelerator, and under the howling wind, Moriarty's eyebrows gradually gathered into a mountain peak.His hostility also intensified.

What I didn't know was that Moriarty had met Sherlock long before I was enjoying a hearty breakfast.

They met on the roof of Butts Hospital. When Sherlock saw Moriarty, he handed the serpentine pattern photographed yesterday in the Cabinet Office to Moriarty.

Moriarty was surprised and furious when he saw this pattern, but he couldn't hear any emotional waves in his voice. He asked calmly, "Who is it?"

Sherlock fumbled his pockets, shrugged his shoulders and said, "There are too many people." Indeed, he circled no less than a hundred coordinates with snake patterns on the map, and the most interesting thing is that when all these coordinates are marked When complete, a large serpentine pattern is formed.

"Head." Moriarty reminded.

When Sherlock heard this, a knowing smile spread between his brows. When "Tom? Levin" Sherlock said this name, what he recalled in his mind was when he turned on the desk lamp on his desk yesterday, and cast a tiny pattern.

What should he say?Does it mean that the dogma of the Black Snake Society is rigorous or stupid?

"It's time to act, Sherlock." Moriarty stood at the vent with his arms outstretched. After a while, he climbed the steps under the guardrail and looked into the distance.

Black Snake will...

He didn't know when his subordinates turned into such a stupid but lion-mouthed organization, and it had already threatened his interests, threatened his existence and challenged his majesty.

For him, playing in the world is the greatest pleasure. Survival and destruction should be in his hands. He does not allow anyone to challenge his status, nor does he allow anyone to attempt to reorganize the world order.Hitler had only one.Moriarty can only have one too.As for the others, they should not appear.

Moriarty jumped off the stage, straightened his hair, and walked to Sherlock. They were facing each other. His eyes wandered on Sherlock's face, and Sherlock didn't dodge.

Moriarty tilted his head and said with a sinister gaze: "I'll solve the Black Snake Society, and you, find the people behind the scenes as soon as possible. I don't like wasting too much time on some little people."

"Deal." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, indicating that the proposal was reasonable, and he accepted it.

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Moriarty recalled the morning from the side, and I closed my eyes and meditated here.

There was a car honking its horn beside me, I opened my eyes impatiently and took a look, but suddenly saw a paper butterfly just like me floating here.

"Wait!" I immediately sat up straight, pointed to the side of the road, and signaled Moriarty to stop.

Moriarty gave me a puzzled look, but stopped on the side of the road as promised.

These paper butterflies, which resemble me, were placed around Jasmine when I first saw her. In order to prevent Jasmine from being in danger, their appearance now only indicates one thing.

"Jasmine has been kidnapped." I frowned and stared at Zhidie, and raised my hand to hide them from sight.

Moriarty didn't seem as ruthless as I thought, or at least he didn't show indifference, because he asked, "Where?"

"A warehouse in the suburbs. I'll go there by myself." As I said that, I was about to push the door and get out of the car. Clinker, a pair of cool but low-heat hands clasped my wrists.

"I'll go with you." Moriarty knew my spells, and he stared at me irresistibly. Those cold-blooded and heartless eyes that made me complain countless times were filled with thousands of thunders at this moment.If Moriarty was indifferent and ruthless in the past, then at this moment, his eyes were like glaciers softened by a crack in the spring breeze, and the worry spreading from the crack shocked me.

Is this really the look Moriarty would show? ?I'm not sure.

"But you..." I hesitated for a moment, but still agreed: "Forget it, okay, let's go together." I was originally worried that being seen by outsiders would affect Sherlock's plan, but after thinking about it, The knife was already on Jasmine's neck, so I shouldn't be merciful anymore.

With the remaining paper butterflies beside Jasmine, I rushed there with Moriarty in no time.Because of the previous experience in the Cabinet Office, Moriarty was obviously used to it.

I silently sighed in my heart, people who have seen the big world are really different.If it were me, I might have to be excited a hundred or eighty times before I calm down.

This is a large seed processing factory, and the warehouse is full of a musty smell mixed with acrid dust and soil.He held his breath and followed Moriarty's careful inspection.

At this moment, a red light dazzled my eyes.

"It's over, I was discovered." I smiled and glanced at Moriarty.

He turned his head to admire my forehead for a while, and said regretfully, "It shouldn't be pretty to make blood-red bean curd."

Maybe it was because we both completely ignored the dude who was pointing a gun at us and it made him unhappy, finally, he stepped out of the shadows upstairs, a plain-looking man with dark eyes.

I sighed and said with emotion: "Sure enough, the eyes are the windows to the soul. People with gloomy faces and vicious eyes are generally not good people."

Moriarty: "..."

"Who are you?" the man with the gun yelled.

I put my hands behind my back and asked without answering, "Are you going to kill us?"

"Shut up! Once you're in here, don't even think about getting out." After he finished speaking, the hunters hiding in other directions pointed their guns at Moriarty and me.

"Indeed." I nodded in agreement, and then went straight to the point, ignoring the danger I was facing.

"Then why are you catching Jasmine? Jasmine Amber."

As soon as the voice fell, the people above immediately raised their voices: "Who are you? How do you know?"

"Me? Maybe luck