[Sherlock Holmes + Shenxia] Mirror Theory

The shooting location can be deduced based on an ordinary headshot, which is almost a fantasy for ordinary people, and this fantasy is being staged in a taxi at the moment.

"The abandoned chocolate processing factory, the processing machinery is about the style of 03, and it will not be abandoned for more than two years - the poster on the wall is the poster of the singer in March 04." After Li Mingye got into the car, he directly Sherlock expressed his judgment.

Sherlock moved his fingers like flying, and quickly searched for the answer: "It is the Harry Brothers Chocolate Company that went bankrupt in July 04."

Li Mingye nodded, and continued to recall: "The wind was strong when the photo was taken, and there was light snow. According to the trend of the ivy on the wall, it was the southeast wind."

Sherlock searched the weather report, his fingers paused: "Only the former factory site near Gatwick Airport meets the conditions for recent light snow."

"Near the airport..." Li Mingye pondered for a moment, then said lightly: "I'm afraid there is some trouble, we have to hurry, time waits for no one. If we are lucky, Lord Salter will still be waiting for us there."

Sherlock glanced at her.

"My friend, Professor McVitty is not a philanthropist. The place we are going to is Longtan Tiger's Den, and the most important thing is—if I guess correctly, the people there are all abandoned by him. Looking at a child of high birth, desperate to fight for the last chance of survival. If I work for him, only to find out that I have been abandoned in the end, and I find that there is an airport nearby, and I have a chip in my hand ...what would I do?"

"I know." Sherlock nodded, and said to the taxi driver ahead, "You heard that too."

"Yes, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock thought about it calmly: "The people watching those kids should all be close to Morris, and they might not even know who McVitie is, and Morris is their upline. These People are the clues McVitty sent us, he doesn't want those people to run away so quickly, we still have time."

"I hope so, but we still have to notify the airport in advance... Well, I don't think so." Li Mingye glanced at his mobile phone, his face suddenly darkened.

Sherlock glanced at it, and it was clear at a glance, and his face changed.

"Gatwick Airport was attacked. The culprit asked for a special plane to go to Kuwait, claiming to inform the whereabouts of the Lord immediately after arriving in Kuwait. The culprit seems to have a meth on him. mh"

The two looked at each other, and they could see the vague anger and curiosity in each other's eyes.

This Jim Morris is a character. As soon as McVitie made a move, he disrupted his situation in an instant, turning the situation into a mess.However, McVitie's goal was also achieved, at least he picked himself clean, and the Lord's life and death were completely out of his consideration.

"I'm going to the airport."

"I'm going to the airport." The two said something almost at the same time, and then frowned at the same time.

Time is too tight, and the whereabouts of Lord Salter cannot be changed much, except for the two locations of the airport and the factory.Among them, the factory is probably already empty, and even if someone stays behind, there are only two or three kittens. After all, McVitie has already stopped.And what about the airport?One can imagine the danger of the bandits with live ammunition.But in order not to miss the clues, the two must act separately - not just to find the Lord, but also to follow the trail of Morris.

If Morris wanted to leave, he would definitely be among the passengers at the airport. How could such a cunning person not stay behind?

"I'm going to the airport, Shirley." Sherlock didn't look at her, and there was no wave on his young and beautiful face. "It's best for you to go to the factory, for your peace in the next six months."

Sherlock himself is a person with rich emotions, but his emotions have always been reflected in his thirst for knowledge and exploration, which is far stronger than others. If the emotions of ordinary people are a glass of water, then the emotions that Sherlock's genius mind can accommodate It's just a bucket, but after closing the heart, the water in the bucket has nowhere to go, and finally turned into the enthusiasm and exploration of knowledge.

But now, the bucket quietly lifted a corner, and the gurgling water rushed towards Li Mingye.His mind is like an automated factory, it will operate on its own immediately after the project is established, and create works that belong to him—as is the case, so is love.

People will shape their love in their hearts far more beautiful than the truth.

As a high-functioning antisocial personality patient, Sherlock has no sense of shame but also lacks a sense of morality. Even though he is forcibly instilled with some sense of social responsibility by his family, he can't agree with it in his heart-he just knows what to do and uses it. Your own intellect dominates your mind.The fetter that can hold him back and not endanger the society is his family, so he vented his pursuit of excitement on knowledge, skills, and puzzles.

He himself doesn't really care about the consequences of those gangsters, let alone whether the Lord will be in danger-he is only interested in the puzzles of difficult cases.That's why Mycroft had to monitor him all the time, as his older brother feared that one day in the future he would find his own brother at the scene of the crime.

Although he knew that he would not do this, if the world continued to be so boring, he would have to vent his pursuit of psychological stimulation and desire for adventure on DU products—as he absorbed all the useful knowledge, This world is getting more and more boring, and it has turned into a shackle to trap the extraordinary soul of a genius.

At this moment, he discovered that he liked Shirley.

Shirley is a very special woman... If ordinary women are just a piece of paper, Shirley is an ocean.It gave him a new feeling as he continued to trace the trace of every drop of water.She has a strong sense of social responsibility and morality, and this strong feeling sometimes even overwhelms her pursuit of procedural justice and judicial justice—Sherlock knew that when Shirley discovered Magnus' activities, For a moment, she revealed a trace of strong disgust and killing intent.And when she saw McVitie, she also showed a very strong aggressiveness.

If McVitty has been too invulnerable to be brought to court, Sherlock suspects that at some point in the future Shirley might find an opportunity to kill him outright.This woman has the chivalry that only existed in the early years, and she doesn't mind exchanging her reputation and freedom for the peace of society.

Even though she is also tired of the boring life and the minds of ordinary people...but she will still choose to protect them.

The stars themselves are but cold stone, and the sun makes them shine.Sherlock is that star, even though his core is still cold and gray, but in the dark night, he doesn't mind refracting the light and showing the way of life for the lost.

Sherlock knows what troubles this woman will cause if she goes to the airport... Even in the face of gangsters with live ammunition and killers hiding in the dark, she will not be afraid to face any danger.Even if her brains were able to get her out of the way, it would mean she would be completely exposed to the public eye - and London's underworld as well.

A foreign woman, brilliant and cunning, who breaks down the dying struggles of a gang of heinous villains and returns to Oxford alone?She will become a bait, thrown into the deep pool of London's underground world by McVitty maliciously, causing countless troubles.Sherlock would have no problem doing this in the future when she was back in London, but not now!

If things really developed like this, countless people who lost at the hands of McVitty would not mind sending someone to Oxford to take a bite.Test her ability, be curious about her talent, and see what kind of woman can make the professor fail—after all, according to the news on the dark web, most of the villains who are ready to move in the dark think that the legendary professor kidnapped the little lord, and intends to Send him to Kuwait.Sherlock had no doubt that this was one of McVitty's backers. This sanctimonious teacher obviously hated Shirley to the extreme.

And Sherlock wouldn't let that happen.

As a consulting detective, he doesn't mind the constant challenge and danger.And as a man, he would not tolerate the person he likes falling into this situation when he is weak.

Even if he can't say it, even if she doesn't need it.

The abandoned chocolate factory is full of shadows, the cold thin snow and the swaying night wind desolately roll up fallen leaves and weeds, and the creepers on the old walls rustle, outlining a bleak and gloomy picture like a haunted house.

Li Mingye put on clothes that were easy to move around, and tightened his coat and scarf.She knew that she was not much different from being alone at this moment, and most of the hidden agents were with Sherlock, but she didn't mind this, after all, Sherlock shared most of the danger.

What Sherlock can see through, of course she can too, and McVitie's backhands are very malicious.She is not the kind of person who turns a blind eye to danger. As an objective logician, she is not a timid person, but if the danger is imminent and does not admit the danger, then it is foolhardy.So after Sherlock, who was surrounded by many protections, took the opportunity to make a splash in London's underground world, the only thing she worried about was Sherlock's failure.

At that time, Sherlock looked at her with a very strange look, and then smiled half-smile: "I think you have lost your cool head, Shirley. I have similar talents to you, and our talents in searching for a child are not the same as those of you. Police dogs are not much different. Even if there is a layout in the airport, that layout will not come from McVitie but from Morris. And compared to me, although you have more experience in dealing with McVitie, but That's all based on your understanding of your old enemy, and it doesn't mean that your talent is better than mine."

Li Mingye had nothing to say and could only compromise.That's why she came to this abandoned factory in the bitter wind and snow.She relaxed her breathing, and quietly approached this dark and terrifying house.

Sherlock arrives at the airport.

The airport hall was surrounded by riot police and special police, but there were not many of them—the incident happened suddenly, and Scotland Yard had not had time to send reinforcements in time.In the airport lobby, there were faint sounds of crying and praying.

He stood on tiptoe and took a look in.

Eight people, hiding in the sofa area, with their heads and torsos not exposed—sniping (anti-harmony) at dead ends, well-trained.

The gun protruding from the sofa area is a Colt MI6. The muzzle is slightly worn, and the barrel is in good condition but has gravel scratches. It is a standard weapon and comes from Afghanistan, Iraq or other desert areas. The gangster is suspected of being a mercenary.

The only man who could be exposed to the sight of the sniper (anti-harmony) shot, with tears streaming down his face and a terrified expression, was holding a large canvas bag—the bag was suspected to contain drugs.

The surrounding tourists squatted down with their heads in their hands, not daring to move rashly, trembling, and had nothing to say except crying and praying—the gangster had already killed someone and stopped killing after a while, and the initial killing was just to gain attention.

Conclusion - A well-trained mercenary is extremely confident in his ability to escape, knows the identity of Lord Salter and is confident that he can control the Lord's personal freedom. The Lord should be in a coma or unable to speak, and is no different from these eight people Far.

Sherlock's eyes fell on the shaded area of ​​the sofa area, his eyes were deep and deep in thought.

Li Mingye's eyes fell on the creeper.

Not everyone's eyes can see everything clearly in the dark, but to a trained ex-consulting detective, even a tiny reflection of light can catch all the attention she needs.

According to the growth of the ivy, the withered yellow here is not a good place.She walked over gently, and saw the burn marks on the stems covered by heavy green leaves.

It is the trace of extinct smoke.She narrowed her eyes and leaned over to take a closer look.

Marlboro, the cheapest one, was once thrown into Iraq as military supplies. She knelt down and picked up a crumpled cigarette butt.

The moment the cigarette butt fell into her hand, she felt confident.

The filter tip of this cigarette was wet. It was obvious that the lips were tightly closed when smoking, and no wind could be poured in. The smoke burned to the filter tip. It was obvious that smokers cared about this cigarette.In addition, the few black drag marks on the wall just now indicated that the smoker had to stop halfway through smoking, but he did not directly extinguish the cigarette and throw it away, but carefully wiped off the sparks.

Looking at the tooth marks on the cigarette butts, there is more than one person smoking here, but almost everyone has this habit.

These people are not poor. Judging from the tooth marks, at least two of them have been inlaid with relatively high-end dentures and have been carefully adjusted by doctors.They smoke it because of habit.

Mercenaries, or veterans, come from desert areas.Li Mingye took out a plastic bag and put the cigarette butts in it, looked around, and directly chose the area that looked more intact.

Why do you have to hide outside in the downwind place when you smoke?Because there is a superior among them who doesn't like the smell of smoke.

"Mr. Mycroft Holmes." The person in charge of the airport's anti-riot department looked at Sherlock in a suit with trepidation, and handed back to him the certificate representing the authority of MI6.

The poor man had never met Mycroft, and certainly would not have imagined that someone could steal Mycroft's papers and put his own picture on them.

The agents who had already appeared around and followed Sherlock were all expressionless and full of complaints, but they had to cooperate with their actions. When Sherlock took out Mycroft's ID, the agents far away in Downing Street The small staff of the British government had already understood his younger brother's plan, and after weighing it for about a second, he had to order cooperation.

Fortunately, they showed up early. Think about the agent who subconsciously hid under the car as soon as he saw the target turned his head... It was really embarrassing to be caught out like this.

Sherlock imitated Mycroft's usual cordial smirk—these two Sherlock Holmes have the stunt of changing faces in a second. At this moment, Sherlock is full of the aura of a superior who slams Fang Qiu, arrogant and amiable.He looked at the airport hall from a distance with deep gray-green eyes at this moment, and said lightly: "Such gangsters cannot exist in Her Majesty's territory, Mr. Harrison (the head of the Riot Control Department), I need their X-ray video during the security check .I must also know how they smuggled these weapons and Mr. Little Lord through the security check."

Li Mingye's coat cuff quietly protruded a cold metal sharp light.

As a woman with inherently weak physical conditions, she had to spend a lot of time on weapons—for example, a long, chrome-plated circular cone that could be placed in a special device on the cuff and pop out silently.

She is a person who has encountered countless dangers, and has a certain kind of extremely keen intuition for people approaching - the flow of subtly changed air currents blowing over the skin, a very light ether (anti-harmony) smell in the air, And the bloody smell that is trying to cover up but still exudes...

The secret agent who followed her quietly to protect her may have been in danger.Thank you for the sudden change of wind direction, otherwise, even if she meets such a person with good hidden skills, she may suffer a disadvantage.

Li Mingye closed her eyes, and her brain listed all the objective environments around her in an instant, guessing the most reasonable position and posture of the attacker at present, and then her brain fed her countless counterattack plans.

She suddenly got short, dodged the B (anti-harmony) ether from behind, and then swept her right leg backwards.The assailant reacted extremely quickly, lifting the leg that was about to be kicked immediately under almost impossible circumstances.Then I saw the woman roll backwards on the spot. During the rolling process, her right hand grabbed his supporting leg upwards, and then there was a sharp pain in the hollow of her knee—the long chrome-plated awl destroyed his leg very precisely. Knee joints and ligaments, he couldn't help but let out a scream and knelt down.

Li Mingye didn't take it lightly, she rolled back a few times and shrank under an abandoned machine tool, before disappearing into the factory building full of sundries and dust.

"There is no problem with their security check records, sir." The person in charge of the airport said to Sherlock tremblingly.

Sherlock frowned and looked at the screen in front of him, his brain was thinking quickly - but in an instant he had the answer.He flicked back through the records quickly, and almost immediately found another almost identical record 20 minutes before these people's records.He didn't care about the goldfish in his eyes anymore, and he wasn't even in the mood to put on Mycroft's disguise. He fit himself in front of the monitor, adjusted the time to 20 minutes ago, and started rewinding.

After a moment.

"Found it." Sherlock said softly.His pupils dilated slightly, and a smile appeared on the deep lip line, but that smile faded away quickly, as fast as the enthusiasm and interest he lost with every puzzle solved.

"Find this person." His fingers lightly tapped on a face on the screen.

He is tall and burly with a cut head, and his muscle lines are so obvious that he can almost see through the blurred picture. He walks with a sense of vigilance unique to the army, and adjusts his walking posture at any time.He was dressed in the uniform of an airport worker, but it was almost out of place with this airport.

Sherlock said firmly: "This person is an accomplice of terrorists (anti-harmony), and Lord Salter is in his hands. Now search all the monitoring and find this person."

The abandoned factory is not a factory in Li Mingye's eyes.

It was just a house, and all the machine tools, machines, and sundries were gray and worthless in her eyes.

Only some trivial bright colors will guide her way - it may be a cigarette butt, it may be half a footprint, or even a trace in the dust... These things are bright in her eyes, just like The road sign guides her to the place where there is the most likely clue.

Her carefully trained walking style made her walk almost without the sound of footsteps.She walked up the stairs lightly and quickly—then she looked up at the seemingly abandoned monitor in the corner, and then smiled.

A smile that seemed to know everything, mocking and arrogant.She turned her head and went downstairs again, and waved at the camera before leaving.

Sherlock stood outside the airport hall, and the agent beside him was hugging the sleeping Mr. Little Lord. The eyes of the people around him were full of horror and admiration, even awe.He quietly watched the riot police preparing for the battle intensely, and suddenly remembered something, and said to the side: "The person holding the bag is also a gangster. I should have discovered it earlier, but I didn't until now I just saw his hands—gun calluses, mild arthritis, a subconscious vigilance posture when he is alarmed, and he is not used to casual clothes. You should pay attention, he should have an explosive detonating device in his hand."

"Can you see what it is, Mr. Holmes? Do we need to evacuate the surrounding crowd in advance..." The person next to him asked in awe.

"..." Sherlock looked over with his iron-gray inorganic eyes, his face expressionless, but no matter how he looked at it, he was mocking. "I used to think that the forensic doctor Anderson next to Lestrade was already a defective goldfish, but I didn't expect that one day I would find a goldfish that didn't have a brain at all. Should I suffocate now to cooperate This large breeding base?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes." The person in charge of the airport next to him shrank instantly.

For the gangsters at the airport, the situation had been good for the past half hour or so—until a certain point in time, it suddenly took a turn for the worse.

Sherlock directly let the sniper (anti-harmony) shoot (anti-harmony) shoot a shot at the person holding the bag, and the second shot hit the gun (anti-harmony) barrel protruding from the obstacle, turning the gun (anti-harmony) that looked like The weather-beaten gun exploded.Then the anti-riot police swarmed in, and the snipers (anti-harmony) and the shooters (anti-harmony) kept lurking in the dark, and shot anyone who approached the canvas bag.

None of the gangsters dared to show their faces.If you want to learn how the kidnappers in the movie go in and out of banks, airports and other places, it is very important to hide your head and body.They knew this truth well, so they could only huddle in the barrier, yell and curse, and shoot wildly at the innocent tourists outside.Crying, gunshots, roaring, and the muzzle fire of the gun (anti-harmony) were like a feast of sin, making Sherlock's face even more indifferent.

Such a cold performance made the surrounding agents a little uncomfortable.They looked at the hall with some pity, but they didn't speak after all.

"Now tell them that Lord Salter has been found by us, and Jim has abandoned them." Sherlock said suddenly.

Of course he can notice the thoughts of the people around him, but he doesn't think there is anything wrong with him, let alone the need to explain himself.Sherlock, who is proficient in psychology, can grasp how to reduce casualties—like those bandits who licked blood in the desert, it is impossible to simply persuade them to surrender.Only at this time, when there are casualties, when the scene is out of control, when they are abandoned by the leader, and when they are almost at a dead end, give them a chance...

If they were told ahead of time, they would stop at nothing to detonate the bomb.

But Sherlock didn't bother to explain these things at all, and he was even more helpless about the casualties of those innocent tourists.This feeling is actually very strange, rationally knows that he should be sad for the death of those innocent people, and if he expresses a little compassionate emotion, the people around him will be more comfortable... But he just doesn't want to perform.

The heart is like water, without fluctuations.

The difference between "can" and "won't".Sherlock glanced inside thoughtfully, and keenly felt that the gangster's firepower stopped for a moment after the shout.

Immediately, all thoughts were forgotten, and he coldly gave another order to his side: "Let them surrender, and tell them that only the prison is safe now."

Li Mingye looked at the young man in front of him.

When she was about to leave the factory, she saw a person standing at the gate.

This is a man who looks much younger than his actual age.He was wearing a very delicate and elegant high-end gray slim-fit suit and a black woolen overcoat. He looked very elegant and gentlemanly, but it couldn't cover up his yuppie temperament under his casual standing posture.

He has short dark hair, pale skin, and a delicate appearance, with a childlike and innocent smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.Just standing there, this man has a flowing beauty in his gestures, which makes people see a young man holding flowers and presenting treasures in an instant, or a child who does whatever he wants.His big shiny eyes stared at Li Mingye, with a very sincere and flattering smile on his face all the time: "'Mojana', our treasure hunt is not over yet."

The moment Li Mingye saw him, he knew what kind of person he was.It is impossible for a seasoned consulting detective to let the situation fall into his control again, so she just smiled slightly and sighed in a tone that had been expected: "Mr. Jim, I have known you for a long time. Instigated Magnus to reach out Mr. Chauffeur of Duke Holderith, Mr. Instigator who persuaded Wilde to kidnap Lord Salter, Mr. Kidnapper who tricked Mrs. Hey Diego into the car... what should I call you?"

"Jim." Jim looked at her with a smile, his eyes burning as if looking at the only true love in this life, and as if looking at a stunning pearl in the ordinary world.He said, almost ariaically, "Call me Jim, my sweetheart."

"Jim...that's not your real name, but you admit it, and you didn't mention your surname, why?" Li Mingye's eyes were sharp and deep, and she said softly: "Paranoid personality, histrionic personality, antisocial personality... …There is nothing in this world that you cannot face, even the shadow of childhood, you don’t even care about your own real name and identity, and you don’t even mind turning yourself into another person for a short time .You don't mention your last name because it is related to me? But I'm sure I haven't met you, the only connection between me and you is McVitie..."

"Well, my sweetheart, it's not a good habit to get to the bottom of it." Jim's smile widened, but it disappeared before reaching the corners of his eyes. Those caramel-colored eyes showed a moment of coldness, but But immediately covered with a look of great interest. "Moriarty...Jim Moriarty."

His voice was sweet, like a piece of diaper wrapped in honey, which was quickly blown hard by the winter wind.

Perhaps it was a premonition that Li Mingye was not even surprised when this name fell into her ears.She nodded flatly and said, "Good day, Mr. Moriarty, my name is Shirley Lee."

"I prefer to call you Morgana - the little witch who lives in a fairy tale, my sweetheart. The place where you appear is the fairy tale world, and every fairy tale world needs a veteran villain, and McVitie does not Competent, he's not funny, and he can't make the story more touching." Moriarty chuckled with his sweet voice, as if bewitching. "And you're funny...very funny, honey, how do you have such a sexy sense of justice when you have such a cool head?"

"Sexy...a sense of justice?" Li Mingye chewed on this phrase, and looked at the man opposite him in disbelief—it wasn't her old fashioned thing, how did the adjective sexy come before that noun?

But it was only for a moment that this kind of thinking went astray, and she quickly thought of something more profound than the appearance of this sentence, such as the hacking skills of the man in front of her-she believed that the investigation process between her and Sherlock must have been destroyed. The man saw it with a city monitor.She smiled peacefully: "It seems that you like our performance very much, Mr. Moriarty. By the way, how is Mr. Moran?"

"He's fine, he's really great! But he won't be able to see you for a while, of course, I'll pass on the greetings from the beautiful lady, which will make him happy." Moriarty saluted gracefully, as if a European Medieval knights were generally proud of ladies running errands.But in an instant, he stood up straight, showing a boring expression: "You haven't commented on the story I presented to you, dear Morgana, don't let me down."

"Okay, Mr. Moriarty. Then let's start with you coming to Magnus - as McVitie's subordinate, you were lurking when McVitie reached an agreement with Magnus When you came to Magnus, according to your personality, you just wanted to see Magnus’s scandal collection records. But then one day you found Mr. Wilde’s depression on the Internet, so you decided to plan a plan for him. game."

"No, no, it's not for him, it's for McVitty." Moriarty interrupted Li Mingye, "I don't like that old guy. His thinking is as rigid as a newly unearthed zombie. It's boring."

"So you just wanted to mess with him and have fun? Please don't interrupt me, Mr. Moriarty. Then you abetted Magnus and made a plan for Mr. Wilde's delusion. Then you Go to Eton and kidnap Mrs. Black Diego, coerce Black Diego to kidnap the little Lord, and give the work of the barista Leigh (anti-harmony) Do (anti-harmony) Ka (anti-harmony) to McVitty's men. For him—you're reminding Sherlock, exposing McVitty's snare, and you intended to dedicate the show to Sherlock."

"Yes, dear. Go on."

"You forced Black Diego to commit suicide, and then you disappeared with the little lord. I guess you were trying to avoid McVitty, and there was a civil strife in the middle? Professor McVitty is not a simple person, he never Don't worry about anyone, it seems that you have been injured a little bit, right? Otherwise, why would there be only Moran's people around you?" Li Mingye said with a light smile, "Molan will choose you in the end, even if you It surprises me not to get him out of jail...may I know what your bargaining chip is? oh, needless to say, I get it, it's me. He wants me alive, to wash away his failure And disgrace, and McVitie can't agree with him on this condition, our professor only wants me to die."

Moriarty, who was excited to hear the story, couldn't help urging: "Go on, sweetheart, don't talk about that old guy, talk about me."

"When you disappeared, both McVitty and Magnus immediately realized that you had tricked them, and then McVitty personally erased all the obvious clues. The person you used belonged to McVitty on the surface. He was busy erasing the traces of these people, I think I can't see the Li (anti-harmony) do (anti-harmony) Ka (anti-harmony) barista. Then you have been using surveillance to observe me and Sherlock The progress of solving the case, so that you can mess with McVitie at any time, and at the same time let you get away-for example, the location of this old factory that McVitty found. His original arrangement should be that we find you and the Lord here, and then he will send People killed us together, and you still have one of his pawns among the people in your hand, don't you? Even if we are lucky enough to survive, we will keep the account on you."

"Oh my dear, you have already taught me a lesson for that unsteady idiot." Moriarty's eyes fell on Li Mingye's cuff, and he said approvingly.

"You're welcome, sir. The situation has developed to this point, and McVitty has already withdrawn. He didn't expect to kill me at this moment, but chose to kill me or Sherlock." Because his current goal It's you, a big part of his game is on you, he found you Moriarty.Li Mingye answered silently in his heart, but didn't say it out of his mouth.She paused and continued: "You originally wanted to leave the UK for Kuwait, but you ran into trouble and couldn't go—I guess it was because there were people from McVitie at the airport? So you simply stayed and found out I came here."

Moriarty clapped eagerly.At this moment, he is almost like a child who has seen a novel magic, with an innocent and mischievous smile, with a bit of viscous sweetness and uncontrollable elegance.He laughed and said, "Perfect reasoner! Morgana, dear, I'm starting to like you, and I wanted to play a treasure hunt with you..." He suddenly took out a small remote control from his pocket. device, tossing it playfully. "After you stabbed that weed, I wanted to see you and give you this, so I set up a series of road signs."

Under the icy moonlight, the young man's smile was full of enthusiasm, but it was as cool as a swimming poisonous snake.He said softly: "If you find the signpost and come to the monitoring room, you can get this treasure—"

"The remote control at the airport." Li Mingye's pupils shrank suddenly, and his sharp eyes fell on Moriarty's hand for a moment.

"Yes, it's a pity you didn't finish my game, dear. We have to abide by the rules, so I can't give you prizes." Moriarty smiled maliciously, and he threw the toy up and down The ordinary remote control, his eyes stayed on Li Mingye's face, smiling mischievously and sweetly. "Your Sherlock is still at the airport, right?"

Li Mingye was silent and did not speak.Her extremely soft face maintains an icy expression indifferently, like a statue.

"Don't be so sad, my dear... all this is my performance and gift to you." Moriarty whistled, "So, make a choice-you stay, or those innocent people at the airport people go to hell?"

"I want to see you, honey... I want to see you lose control