What Abigail doesn't know is

Abigail looked at the group of people who suddenly appeared in front of her, completely ignoring them.

She put on her sunglasses and walked outside.

Sitting in the rest area, Moriarty, who was pretending to be reading a newspaper, saw Abigail leaving, hurriedly dropped the newspaper in his hand, and quickly followed.

In front of the front desk, Watson, who was booking a room, turned his head. He had just said a few words to the girl at the front desk, and when he turned his head again, Sherlock disappeared again.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Sherlock hanging far behind Moriarty.

He frowned, hesitated, left the front desk who was speaking, and chased after Sherlock.

Watching the surveillance people leave, the two agents disguised as tourists also followed, walking slowly at a distance.

Abigail walked ahead, followed by a group.

Feeling the sight that almost turned into reality on his back, he felt uncomfortable all over, wishing to beat them all away.

Abigail came to the convenience store, stretched out her hand, and wanted to open the door, but was pushed ahead of time by the people who pushed in front of her.

Moriarty stood in front of her and greeted her with a particularly bright smile, "Hello, Abby, long time no see. I miss you very, very much."

"..." Abigail was expressionless, wishing she could knead the person in front of her into a ball and throw it out.

She looked at the other party in silence, then stretched out her hand and pinched the other party's face hard.

Seeing Moriarty's grinning expression, he breathed a sigh of relief.

She gave a fake sweet smile, "I miss you too much, Jim." Wanted to hit you so much.

Moriarty waited for Abigail to enter before following him.

He put his arms around Abigail's waist and leaned his head on her shoulder, his whole body clinging to her tightly as if he had no bones.

Abigail wants to push him away, but doesn't bother to do it, and simply lets him lean against her, "we're close" kind of way.

Abigail was picking as she walked, and Moriarty was hanging on her arm like a large pendant, and kept throwing her bag of snacks into her hand basket.

The basket is getting heavier and heavier.

Abigail looked at Moriarty weakly, but the other party gave her a very delicate and shy expression in return.

She felt a little pain in her stomach.

After picking out snacks and drinks, she walked to the cash register, and Abigail stuffed all the baskets in her mouth into Moriarty's hands, showing a false smile.

Moriarty had a look of understanding.

The shy and sweet expression just now immediately became wretched. He took out a stack of cash from his wallet and put it outside. He said proudly, "I have money, so I can buy whatever I want."

The young and pretty cashier girl looked at them amusedly, then took some cash from a stack of cash and handed them the change.

When Moriarty was about to take the money, Abigail reached out first, took the change, and took away the stack of cash on the table by the way.

Moriarty froze for a moment.

Abigail pocketed the money, kissed Moriarty on the cheek, and said, "Thanks. That's very kind of you." She blinked.

Moriarty couldn't help laughing.

The cashier girl leisurely read gossip.

Abigail took the paper bag, left Moriarty with a "throw it away" expression, ignored him, and walked outside.

Moriarty swiped and stuck to her side again.

Since she just took a wad of money from him, she felt embarrassed to treat him badly.

It really is short-handed.she thought.

If I knew it earlier, I wanted to make him angry and take it.

After the two walked out of the supermarket, they saw Sherlock and Watson staring at them outside the supermarket.

Abigail: "..."

She stepped forward.

Watson thought for a moment, stepped forward first, and greeted Abigail, "Hi, Abby, I didn't expect to meet you here. What a coincidence." He couldn't smile more naturally.

The technique of lying couldn't be worse.

Abigail narrowed her eyes.

She felt that the arms around her waist tightened a little.

Moriarty moved closer to Abigail, and declared his intimacy with Abigail to the two opposite.

Abigail, who was about to say something, thought about it, but didn't speak again.She felt that it would be nice for her to watch the fun while leaving it to them to solve it themselves.

She looked at the two opposite people with a smile, and greeted them, "Hello, John, Sherlock."

The three people present were a little surprised by her reaction.

Shouldn't she be annoyed?

Sherlock, who is more familiar with Abigail, immediately reacted to her attitude.

He thinks that's fine too.

Sherlock acted as if nothing happened, and took the words naturally, "Since we met by such a coincidence, why don't we go together."

Abigail nodded with a smile, watching the excitement was no big deal at all.

Moriarty looked forward to Sherlock's participation, and replied enthusiastically: "Of course. Why don't we have dinner together tonight."

Sherlock replied with a bright smile: "It's a great honor. We will definitely participate."

When they left the hotel, they looked like they didn't know each other. When they returned to the hotel, there was a harmonious atmosphere. The agent who had been hanging at the back and didn't even have time to drink a sip of water had a blank expression on his face.

I don't know much about these people.

Watson felt very much the same way.

Now he feels a little uncomfortable in his stomach, and he is panicked.

The group returned to the hotel, and Sherlock and Watson took the luggage they left at the front desk and went to their rooms.

However, when Abigail returned to her floor, came to stand in front of her room, and took out the key, she found Moriarty still standing behind her.

Abigail turned to look at him, signaling him not to leave.

Putting one hand on Abigail's side, Moriarty asked back with a smile, "I have something I want to talk to you about. It's about mom."

Abigail rolled her eyes at him, "That's my mother." She stopped pushing him away, too.

She opened the door, and Moriarty entered the room one after another.

Moriarty closed the door.

Abigail dropped the bag in her hand, took off her glasses, and took off her coat.

She turned around, sat down on the chair, crossed her legs, raised her chin, looked at each other, and asked lazily: "Speak."

Moriarty walked up to Abigail, bent down, and their noses were almost touching. "Mom is in my hands."

He stared closely at Abigail, only to find that she was unresponsive.

Shouldn't she be so nervous that she has to be controlled by him.

Abigail chuckled, patted Moriarty on the cheek, and asked, "What are you doing, tell me."

Moriarty suddenly felt very bored.

He lay down on the sofa next to Abigail, and replied, "I invited my mother to travel to Europe. She was so happy, she thought she won the grand prize."

Abigail held her chin, looked at each other, and smiled lightly.

Anyway... "Thank you."

Let mom go away for a while, it won't be peaceful after that.

When it was time for dinner, Sherlock looked at Abigail and Moriarty, who came downstairs on time, with a look of surprise.

Abigail sat across from Sherlock and asked, "What's your expression?"

Sherlock replied calmly, "Nothing."

Sitting next to Abigail, Moriarty said, "Hurry up and eat. We still have something to do, so we need to go back early."

"..." Abigail suddenly understood what Sherlock and Moriarty meant.

It's annoying.