[Zhongyingmei] She is so stupid and refreshing

Although Moriarty is very interested in this, it does not mean that he will go immediately. After all, he is a villain who knows how to do it and is very reserved.

The professor pondered for a moment, first he sent someone to smash the bar, and when the boss inside cried and begged them to stop, he left slowly.

Before going out, he looked at Susu, who was sleeping soundly, quite tenderly. During the whole process, Susu didn't notice anything wrong at all, and was still immersed in sleep.

So Professor Moriarty went out satisfied.

Regarding Moran, he actually didn't have a deep impression on him. The only thing he remembered clearly was that after Susu left, this guy used his feelings for Susu to obstruct him in every possible way.

In all fairness, his well-designed "suicide wave" did have a lot of immaturity. If Moran was admonishing him now, then he might not be so violent and directly drive Moran away.

But who made him meet the slightly immature Moriarty, after all, he was unlucky.

Moran's work in London is not bad, but he seems to be very eager to show off. After confronting Holmes head-on, he was actually sent to prison for food. He doesn't know the process, but the result is obvious——

Moriarty thought of the time he took Susu to meet him before.

It can be said that Moran's temperament has changed drastically, and his cowardice and kindness have all disappeared.The rest is like an empty shell, lifeless, with vengeance written in its eyes.

Well, there are many people who want to take revenge on him, and there is no shortage of him.It is embarrassing to say that Moran may regard him as an old enemy or a target of pursuit, but in Moriarty's eyes, he is just someone who was treated tenderly by Susu.

Or--

Moriarty stood at the door of the dilapidated bar, and the dark night behind him couldn't melt away. He recalled that it was in the bar that he conceived the first step of the suicide wave, the slogan "For Officer Moran". It can be said to be full of the whole city.

It's just that Moran at that time was a symbol of stupid justice in his eyes, but now his style has changed drastically, and the impact of experience on people is not insignificant.

He entered the bar, there was no one there, the lights were flickering, there was no music, the whole place was like a tattered doll, and there was no business.

The stairs are twists and turns, next to them are cigarette butts and condoms, and there are even drug smoking tools on the ground.

This kind of place always aroused his disgust.

Dirty and depraved, with no sense of beauty at all.

He stepped up to the third floor expressionlessly. The lights on the third floor were dim, and there was only one room. Ika was standing at the top of the stairs with a gun. She was still yawning, apparently caught by him in her sleep.

"Professor." Seeing him coming, Ika became more serious, and then said, "Molan is inside."

"Okay," he nodded, "you don't have to follow."

Ika hesitated for a moment: "What if..."

"It's okay." He glanced at the room at the end of the corridor on the third floor, "He won't play any tricks."

Let his people smash the bar just to drive away those eating and drinking men and women, he really doesn't want to get these bad smells on his body.

Moran won't do anything to him. There are many reasons that can be proved. He is too lazy to explain to Ika one by one. After all, judging from his current practice, his ambition is big, and he will not just kill him. In other words, he would not let him die so simply.

With the sound of leather shoes tapping on the wooden floor, Moriarty walked through the darkness like a leisurely stroll towards the room where Moran was.

He pushed open the door, then took out a tissue and wiped his hands expressionlessly before walking in.

In the room, there was a naked woman lying on the ground in a strange posture. There were signs of abuse all over her body, and she was probably dead.

Tsk, pervert.

Moriarty frowned.

Sitting beside the bed was a skinny man in a suit and leather shoes. He hadn't changed much from the last time I saw him in prison, that is, he had been tidied up a bit.

However, Moriarty saw the essence through this scene.

The corner of his mouth curled up, and he said rather mockingly: "It seems that life in the prison is not very good... Could it be that you can't get hard?"

The sitting guy shook his hand violently, and raised his head abruptly. His expression was not the familiar humility of Moriarty, but a wry smile: "You also say that kind of thing?"

"I'm still human after all." Looking at the stool next to him, it was obviously prepared for him, but he frowned, chose to continue standing, and honestly said what he thought, "This place is dirty."

"But it's a good match for you and me," Moran smiled, "isn't it?"

He came over and seemed to want to press Moriarty on the seat, but when he saw his hand, Moriarty frowned and called out in a moderate voice, "Ika?"

There was a gunshot, a hole was punched in the door, and the bullet grazed the back of Moran's head and nailed it to the wall.

Moran's hand paused, retracted it, straightened his waist, and sneered: "Professor Moriarty, for a person like you, there are still people who work for you?"

"Did I beg them to die for me?" Moriarty took a step back, staring at him with a half-smile, "For example, did I beg you to die for me before?"

He was right, Moriarty had a hundred ways of making people have to follow him that Moran could never learn.

Moran covered his mouth and coughed, then smiled and said, "Professor, you really deserve to be 'Napoleon of the Criminal World'. I'm afraid no one can match this kind of bearing and means."

Moriarty was too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "If you have nothing else interesting to say, then I'm going back."

"What are you going back for?" Moran burst out laughing, "Stay drunk in the gentle village? What a criminal Napoleon!"

Moriarty's expression turned cold, and he narrowed his eyes: "Say it again?"

"I found out before," Moran said with a cold expression, "You are not an admirable person at all, you are just playing with the attitude of harming the world, maybe in your eyes, all the resources in your hands now, It's not as important as a Su Weiwan coming."

Moriarty nodded, "Yes."

"What are you proud of?" His voice raised, "You can do this only because you can get all these easily! After all, you have never devoted yourself to managing the resources in your hands! What a 'Napoleon'!"

In fact, what Moran said is quite correct.

Moriarty nodded again: "Then you also try to get all of this. What's the use of coming to condemn me?"

"You pervert." Moran gritted his teeth.

Moriarty nodded again: "Bite me."

I'm just smarter than you and stronger than you, so if you don't accept it, let me speak with my real skills.

Moran gritted his teeth for a long time, and found that no matter when he could really beat him, no matter what aspect it was.

"Why do you live comfortably?" He said coldly, but he was persistent, "You dragged so many people into the water...you dragged me into the water, so why do you live comfortably?"

—"Won't your conscience be condemned?"

"Conscience?" He smiled, even mildly, "What is that?"

No matter what his heart is, he has already put it all on Su Weiwan.

Realizing this, Moran felt even more exasperated and sad: "You shouldn't have provoked me in the first place—then at least I can still live my own life."

Moriarty rubbed his temples: "With all due respect, I remember that you were the one who insisted on following me."

I chose my own path, but I blamed others for the unsatisfactory walk. This touching logic and three views, have you graduated from primary school?

It's like a person who is deeply entangled with drugs, complaining about the existence of drugs if he lacks self-control is really a joke in the world.The root cause is not enough self-control, not drugs, so what if there are no drugs?There have been so many batches of drugs changed, but due to poor self-control, you will still fall into its temptations, which is doomed to be tortured.

Some people just can't see through this.Especially those "good guys" represented by Moran.

The existence of evil is destined to be full of temptations, especially in a society that is overcorrected by goodness, and its existence is justified. Instead of turning a blind eye to it, it is better to face it with a correct attitude, and choose a path that suits you after rational thinking.

Moran chose to follow him because of his brain fever back then, and created a painful self. The reason is not Moriarty or the existence of "evil" itself, but himself.

Of course... He wouldn't listen to such words, after all, his concept of this was deeply ingrained.

"Everyone has their own opinion," Moriarty said politely, "I respect your hatred for me, and I hope you also respect my contempt for you."

What he said made Moran want to kill him.

"You, will, later, regret it." Moran's expression seemed to be able to eat people.

Moriarty looked directly into his eyes—this was the first time Moran had looked at him like this since Moran knew him. The professor said: "There are many people who hate me, and you are not the only one. In fact, I I also enjoy it, after all, it is better to be hated by others than to be sought after by others but find out the inner filth.”

Moriarty stroked his suit with his hand, and sarcastically said, "Moran, why don't you admit it, being a notorious villain is much better than being a kind person who finds cats for old ladies in the snowstorm. "

Moriarty smiled, "Isn't it?"

Moran was silent, and when Moriarty was about to turn around and leave, he denied in a low voice: "No."

Moriarty paused and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

The author has something to say: the professor's talk skills and brainwashing skills are all full _(:3」∠)_