What Abigail doesn't know is

Abigail narrowed her eyes slightly.

She pretended not to know anything, stepped forward, put her arms around Moriarty's waist, and asked with a smile, "Do you know each other?" She asked Moriarty curiously, "I've never heard you say Woke up."

Her smile was flawless, but Moriarty could clearly hear her annoyance.

He also replied in puzzlement: "I don't know them. Maybe I made a mistake."

Sherlock looked at the two opposite him suspiciously.

Beside him, Watson couldn't react, "Wait, obviously a few days ago..."

Moriarty didn't seem to understand what Watson was referring to, and replied helplessly: "Sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about." He introduced himself, "My name is Jim Vinson, and I am a university teaching assistant. .”

Watson looked at Moriarty in confusion, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Sherlock.

He looked apologetic, "Sorry, we misremembered." He replied very friendly, "Nice to meet you, Jim." Then he introduced himself and Watson to each other.

Moriarty greeted them in a fake way, as if it was really the first time they met each other.

Abigail couldn't stand it anymore, she smiled and said to Moriarty: "Jim, wait for me outside, I'll go in and get something."

Moriarty nodded and watched Abigail leave with a smile.

As soon as he left, he changed his face.

He laughed and said to Sherlock and Watson: "Long time no see, Sherlock! John!"

Watson was stunned for a moment before realizing, "You were lying to us just now. You are him."

Moriarty replied with a smile, "Of course it's me. How naive of you to doubt it, John."

Watson was speechless.

Sherlock was not surprised at all, he put his hands in his pockets, and asked blankly: "What is your purpose?" He paused, and then asked strangely, "Why did you choose her?"

Moriarty and Sherlock face to face, without giving in.

He glanced at Sherlock's pocket and said meaningfully, "You don't seem to have your pistol with you today. Are you feeling uneasy, Sherlock?"

Sherlock replied, "I don't need to. I should be asking, don't you worry about getting caught?"

Moriarty chuckled, "If I'm going to get caught, how can I show up. So..." He sneered, "You don't need to message the police or your brother. They won't It's being shot now."

Sherlock froze with his hand in his pocket.

Still, he typed the last few letters and hit send.

Aware of this scene, Moriarty shrugged indifferently.

Sherlock and Watson then stood motionless opposite Moriarty, watching him until Abigail appeared.

Abigail stood at the door with her bag in her hand, looking at the three people who were still there, feeling a little unhappy.

However, she still smiled naturally, walked to Moriarty's side, and took his arm.

She smiled sweetly, "You have been waiting for a long time. Let's go."

Moriarty nodded happily.

Abigail and Moriarty had just taken two steps when they noticed that the two people behind them were also following.

She twitched the corners of her mouth and turned to look at Sherlock and Watson.

Watson looked embarrassed.

And Sherlock said very enthusiastically: "I am familiar with every place in London. Where do you want to go, I will help you refer."

Abigail put on a blank face, "..."

Beside her, Moriarty's expression was quite moved.

Abigail pinched Moriarty hard without showing any sign of it.

Moriarty's back stiffened with pain.

Abigail and Moriarty walked ahead, with Sherlock and Watson following behind them.

From being on the road, to choosing a restaurant, to having dinner, Moriarty has been exploring with Sherlock.

Abigail went from being able to barely maintain a smile at the beginning to being expressionless at the end.

Opposite her, Watson looked at Abigail, who was already on the verge of eruption, with a look of embarrassment.

Then it occurred to him that if he could destroy Abigail's relationship with Moriarty, he would be able to keep her away from such a dangerous man.

After thinking about it, Watson also joined the chat between Sherlock and Moriarty.

Abigail's expression seemed dead.

After dinner, Abigail, who had been expressionless, put down the knife and fork in her hand, and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.

Moriarty took a sip of his wine, stopped, and looked at Abigail affectionately.

Abigail raised her eyes, and said to Moriarty with a half-smile, "Jim, come out with me, I have something to ask you."

Moriarty follows Abigail out curiously.

Abigail hooked Moriarty's neck and kissed him deeply, punching him just as he was about to deepen the kiss back.

Abigail squinted her eyes and smiled back, "You're welcome. This is your return."

Moriarty squatted on the ground in pain, hearing her words, couldn't help laughing again.

Because they were worried about Abigail, Sherlock and Watson, who were standing not far away, looked at Abigail with great admiration.

At the door, Abigail waved to them, hummed and left.

After Abigail left, Sherlock followed Moriarty and returned to the hotel with him.

He watched from outside Moriarty's room.

Just then, he received a message from Mycroft.The other party asked him not to interfere with Moriarty's affairs.

Sherlock looked at the phone screen and decided to ignore it.

Claiming to be her boyfriend, Moriarty became acquainted with her mother, Daisy, within days.

Abigail watched Moriarty flatter her mother with cold eyes, got along with Daisy friendly, was very friendly to Sherlock and Watson on the surface, and provoked all kinds of things behind her back.

What she didn't understand was that if Moriarty had some kind of conspiracy, why did he do these things now?

It is not beneficial to him to appear upright.

Abigail decides to watch for a while.

If the other party has any unruly actions, they will teach him a lesson.

However, after a while, nothing happened.

Abigail has even gotten used to this kind of life.

Then, one morning, Abigail, who went out to withdraw money, suddenly discovered that the bank = bank = card was prohibited from being used.

She froze for a moment, and then realized that something happened to Hannibal.

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