The villain is trapped in the system and begs me to let him out [Moriarty who worries about the coun

Although I don't know what the hell this guy is planning, but in any case, tonight, everything will come to an end.Du Ruoying looked at the coffee in Moriarty's hand, and said thoughtfully, "How about it, are you still used to the taste of instant coffee, Professor William?"

"Well, although it is not as strong and pure as freshly ground coffee, it is indeed very convenient." He replied, "This era seems to be willing to sacrifice all comfort for convenience. Instant noodles are used instead of fine cooking, and e-books are used instead of paper. Books, using PPT instead of blackboard...it's really interesting. By the way, would you like to have a drink too?"

This guy, drinking coffee at night, definitely has some bad intentions - but he is not the only one with evil intentions.

"That's exactly what I meant." She laughed. "Actually, when I went to pick up the computer, I also picked up some coffee. Unlike the cheap ones in the supermarket, I stocked up on Royal coffee imported from Europe. It tastes like coffee." It's almost freshly ground. Do you want to try it?"

"I didn't expect that classmate Xiaoying was already prepared, so I will trouble you." He smiled.

So Du Ruoying came to the bedroom and took out two sticks of instant coffee powder from her backpack. The dark brown oily and paper packaging was full of fine English.Then she went into the kitchen, freshly pulled out a pair of white china mugs from the glass cabinet, and poured and stirred the coffee.

While she was stirring, she turned her head and glanced at him. At this time, he was bored looking at the night scene outside the window.So, taking this opportunity, she took out a sleeping pill from her pocket and threw it into one of the cups.

When he returned to the living room, the old cup of coffee in William's hand had run out, so Du Ruoying handed him a new coffee with sleeping pills in it.

"Thank you," he said, taking the porcelain cup. "Could you please get me a new spoon, I don't want to spoil the two cups of coffee."

"... As expected of a noble young master, there are quite a lot of things." She gave him a blank look, then put down her coffee, went to the kitchen to get a new spoon and handed it to him.

The new spoon is slowly turning in the chocolate-colored slurry, stirring up bursts of heat, accompanied by a little sweet burnt aroma, refreshing the heart.William gently blew away the floating powder, took a sip, and tasted the rich and slightly bitter coffee flavor on the tip of his tongue, which was as tender and smooth as fresh rose petals.

"Well, the taste is good, and the aftertaste after going down the throat is also very wonderful." He looked at Du Ruoying and admired sincerely.

Under his gaze, Du Ruoying took a sip as well: "It's a pity that there are no ice cubes in the room. If it can be made into cold brew coffee, that would be a masterpiece."

"Then, why don't we make some ice cubes tomorrow." William laughed.

"Okay." She nodded casually, then looked at her phone, and found that there was a headline about Bei Yu University being published in the APP.It seems that some sacrificial vessels were dug up due to the subway construction at the school gate a few days ago. Experts suspected that there were ancient tombs under the construction site, so the project was temporarily suspended.Among the unearthed sacrificial utensils, a pair of jade chopsticks have been identified as antiques from the Yuan Dynasty, but it is a pity that they were broken or damaged, otherwise the value would be higher.

Broken jade has been unknown since ancient times, let alone a sacrificial vessel...

Du Ruoying silently glanced at the yawning William, feeling a little uneasy.

After noticing her gaze, William looked over curiously: "What's wrong?"

"No... nothing..." She hurriedly pressed the lock screen button.

"By the way, what book are you reading in English class, can you lend me to read it tonight?"

"Oh? Your eyes are quite sharp." Du Ruoying took out a copy of "Dead House Notes" from her backpack and handed it to him.The old label of the library of Peking University is pasted on the lower part of the spine of this book, a portrait of Dostoevsky is printed on the soft brown cover with slightly curled corners, and a line of handwritten signatures in gold is attached to the bottom of the portrait, "Unfortunately It’s a Chinese book, you can’t read it.”

"Could it be that this guy drinks so much coffee before going to bed to refresh himself just to stay up late and read?" She rubbed the handle of the cup repeatedly with her thumb, feeling a little confused in her heart.

"Chinese books...that's really a pity. Actually, I quite like Dostoevsky." He said, "especially his "Crime and Punishment". I don't know if you have read it."

"I haven't read it much, and I don't have much interest in him." She said indifferently, "His writing is small and difficult to understand, and it is easy for people to read it."

"You can't read it? Well, it's no wonder. Because you can't understand that kind of reality." He shrugged with a smile, "Those books that make people feel easy to read are often just phantoms of desire and fantasy. Like a kaleidoscope in the hands of a child, with a slight turn, it is a brand new gorgeous picture, which stimulates your senses and makes you feel happy. But that is not the correct use of the mirror itself." He suddenly leaned down and said to her He whispered in his ear, "It's very easy to understand Dostoyevsky, let me teach you a method - after you have actually committed a crime, you will definitely be able to understand "Crime and Punishment" - the kind called The power of 'reality' overshadows all the froth of fantasy."

"I'm sorry, I've already taken Sherlock Holmes as my teacher first, please go elsewhere to accept apprentices, thank you." She avoided his whispers and played with her phone again, "Also, I advise you to accept yourself as soon as possible. The fact that you are already dead is better. Life and death are the basic laws of nature, meaningless struggle is meaningless, and in the end, it may just be used for nothing by the system.”

Hearing this, Moriarty couldn't help showing a particularly gentle smile: "There is a man who has been sentenced to death and will be executed in an hour. He said or thought like this—if he had to be on a high cliff, or To live on a tiny space for two feet to stand on—and surrounded by an abyss, an ocean; always dark; always alone; Standing in the same place for a lifetime, for a thousand years, for eternity—even living like this is still better than dying right away, if only you can live.”[1000]

"...Huh?" She obviously didn't understand what he was talking about.

"It's a passage from "Crime and Punishment." He yawned and explained, "Besides this reason, there is actually a more important reason—I want to go back to London to see if it has been an ideal society."

"It's a simple last wish," she said, "I'll show you the London news, and you can rest in peace after reading it, how about it?" 7K 妏敩

"If you only rely on the news to understand the truth, you will only get further and further away from the truth. So I must witness it with my own eyes." He smiled kindly, but his eyes became a little misty.

London, the city for which the three brothers worked together, carried their initial and final ideals.

They were gone, but he was lured back by the weird game of life and death.

Now that he is the only one who has this opportunity, he must fulfill the corresponding obligation - to witness the current situation of his motherland with his own eyes, and even - if necessary - to correct it.

"I didn't expect you to be quite patriotic." Du Ruoying looked at the blond boy in front of him, he seemed to be a little sentimental because of nostalgia.Who would have thought that his true identity was the crime lord who dragged London into a hell of blood and fire?In this regard, Du Ruoying couldn't help feeling the absurdity and fragmentation of reality.

"It is often said that the other side of love is not hatred, but indifference." He explained, "If there is no interest in each other, there will be no killing and no harm..."[2]

The continuous drowsiness made William yawn again and again, he rubbed his tired eyes, got up and said: "It's a pity, I thought I could have a longer talk with you after drinking coffee, but it seems that I'm a little sleepy... ...then, good night."

"Good night." Du Ruoying looked at his back as he walked towards the bedroom, and then at the three bottomed coffee cups on the coffee table, a successful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She glanced at the time on the phone screen, it was eleven o'clock.

"The effect of the medicine seems to be a little faster than expected, but it doesn't matter."

After tidying up the living room, Du Ruoying gently pushed open the door of William's room.At this time, he was lying on the bed and fell asleep.Although the tie on his chest had been loosened, he hadn't had time to take it off completely. It seemed that he had fallen asleep in a hurry.

The moonlight slanted down on the wall through the curtains, making his blond hair faintly glow with a blue-purple charming luster.His eyelashes are very long, trembling slightly with his even breathing, making his sleeping face very gentle and innocent.

However, everything is an illusion...

Two people have already died because of his appearance, she must take this responsibility and end this terrible thing as soon as possible.Thinking of this, a cold utility knife was already attached to Moriarty's neck.The blade reflected silvery moonlight, a color as pure and flawless as his appearance.

"Just one pull like that, and it's game over."

And she'll have all night to clean up the scene.You can sink the body into the bottom of Qinxue Lake at night, you can choose to bury it in the subway construction site, or you can chop it up and throw it into a blender, and then flush it into the sewer...

Although I am afraid that no matter what I do, it will be difficult to hide from my brother's eyes.

After all, he had read every crime novel she had ever read.And he knew everything about criminal investigation that she didn't know.

"Even if my future will be ruined because of this, I will..."

She knew very well that the man in front of her could not be punished by law.She had no better choice than to kill him.

Thinking of this, she unconsciously clenched the utility knife in her hand even more tightly.For the first time in her life, she felt the weight of life at her fingertips[2].

It was so heavy that she couldn't turn her wrist at all.

Sure enough... Is it still a miscalculation...

I thought I had planned everything, but I didn't expect that I only misestimated my courage.

The wall clock in the living room made a ticking sound. After standing there for a long time, Du Ruoying finally put away the utility knife.

"It doesn't matter, there must be a better way, a way to not get your hands dirty... there must be..." She took a deep breath, then turned and left his bedroom.

The moment Du Ruoying stepped out of the room, William suddenly opened his eyes.His eyes were sober, calm, and completely devoid of sleepiness.He glanced towards the door, but her figure had disappeared.

In the pitch-black room, only the red pupils lit by the moonlight remained, emitting a chilling light.

Du Ruoying, who finally lay back on the bed, gradually felt a little exhausted all over her body, and the sleepiness rushed towards her like a tide, quickly submerging her consciousness.This drowsiness made her suddenly realize the strangeness of the whole thing——

It was not William who actually took the sleeping pill, but she.

And it all happened around the moment he asked her to get the spoon.He deliberately dismissed her, and took the opportunity to change the coffee bag, and then pretended to be tricked, making her completely paralyzed.

At the last moment when her consciousness disappeared, Du Ruoying looked outside the door, and she saw William James Moriarty standing in the corridor at this moment, looking at her with a smile.His crimson eyes were half-closed, as arrogant as a god looking down on an ant.