Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

Following Moriarty's suicide, Sherlock Holmes also jumped from the hospital roof.

Everything is pantomime in scope.

Coupled with Moriarty's exaggerated movements, it actually has a bit of ironic comedy effect.

Yes, Moran had gone against his boss for the first time by not staring at the nurse in the room on the third floor who had a close relationship with Sherlock - he couldn't focus on the target.Instead, Moran watched the 'drama' on the roof until Moriarty fell and Sherlock jumped.

Moran put away his sniper gun without interest.He thought about the concept that Moriarty-Jim had brought up, seemingly at random, a few nights before when he had been asked to find the sniper.

He forgot the name of the theory, it was probably Jim's favorite weird philosophical theory again.

In summary, the cat in the box never dies until the lid is opened.

'Sometimes it's better to stay like this,' Jim said at the time.

Moriarty shot himself the Observer and left it to the black cat to decide its life or death.Moriarty doesn't see life as something to cherish when death can bring greater pleasure.

Unlike other scum who have no regard for human life, he has this view of other people's lives, and he doesn't care much about his own life.

This is probably why James Moriarty can become the emperor of crime.

Moran thought he should sigh, or at least express some sadness, but when he looked up from the scope, he realized that he was completely emotional.Hearing the sound of agents breaking into the door behind him, he put down his gun, put his hands behind his head, and slowly knelt down.

"Mission cancelled," he said to the anonymous voice over the headset, as the agents then ripped off his headset, handcuffed his hands behind his back, and shoved him out the door.

So it's really a sightseeing mission. I received an order from anonymous, and took a last look at the 'corpse' of Holmes surrounded by the crowd on the ground, but still didn't say anything.He started to disassemble the sniper/shooter/gun.

Anyway, the employer didn't ask, and he didn't bother to expose the falsehood.Unnamed just felt that things ended too easily.

The phone vibrated once, and Anonymous looked down to check the message.

But things are never easy.

The sound of footsteps came from downstairs. There was a large group of people. The footsteps were fairly orderly. It could be heard that they were well-trained. Obviously, they should not exist in this kind of ordinary residential building.

It seems that this employer is not very reliable, except that he likes to throw coins to find people to see the scenery, and he doesn't do a good job in logistics. Now the enemy has come to the door.Untitled, he visually measured the distance from the ground outside the window to himself, and gave up the outrageous operation of directly opening the window.

When the military agents broke in, they saw a young man sitting on a piano case in a very down-to-earth posture.He still had a sniper/shooter/gun by his hand, obviously he was the prisoner they were looking for.

"I'll just take a look, don't shoot," Unnamed raised the [-]x mirror to his eyes, and saw an agent approaching from his blurry vision and then zoomed in to a funny face.

The unnamed smile couldn't help but widen a bit.

Mycroft Holmes, who was watching all this at the door, was dubbed a politician of the 'humanoid British government', and found this smile familiar.

It's not a winning smile, but it contains a strange self-confidence, just like——

Like the counseling criminal who just shot himself a few minutes ago, slightly insane.

Mycroft doubted his intelligence for a few microseconds, and Moriarty had no reason to choose Moran as his second-in-command if such a person was in London.

Anonymous and Moriarty are not similar, but the disregard for personal safety is exactly the same.

That's right, if this person was Moriarty's confidant, he would never surpass Moran.This just shows that Anonymous is not a member of this criminal organization.

Is it a mercenary?The accent should be American.

No matter how many times the thoughts in Mycroft's mind changed, the military intelligence agents couldn't read minds, and the arrests continued.

"I just want to go sightseeing, murder and commit a crime," the [-]x scope was taken from his hand immediately, but Anonymous said sadly to these agents as if he still didn't have the slightest sense of crisis.

It sounds very upright and awe-inspiring, the MI[-] of our British government almost believed your evil.

The agents smiled awkwardly and politely, and arrested Anonymous.

"Can I make a phone call?" Unknown asked Mycroft as he walked out, "The United States seems to have this kind of law, does Britain have it?"

"Are you in England?" Mycroft turned the handle of his umbrella and followed behind the military intelligence agent.

Anonymous blinked.

"Wow, cool," he said, tucked into the back of the black sedan.

Indeed, due to Moriarty's manipulations, the identity used to arrive in the UK anonymously is of course not his real name, which does not exist in the various databases.To say that Anonymous is in the UK, from an official point of view, there is no trace at all.

The windows are blacked out, so you can't see the outside at all from the inside.Unknown is also not familiar with the terrain of London at all, so he can't judge his position by how many turns he has turned.

Having said that, he didn't want to waste that brain cell to confirm his position at all.

The unnamed hand quietly touched the back, the cold metal in the pocket was still there: he carefully opened the card slot of the disposable mobile phone—this action was extremely difficult because the back of the hand was behind the back.

There was a slight clicking sound, which was actually not obvious against the background sound of the vehicle engine.

But the military intelligence agent, who was not eating rice, obviously noticed the noise, reached out, took away the only communication device on his body, and took away his bluetooth headset.

The unnamed obediently spread his hand and handed over the phone card that had been folded in half.

It seems that the damage is really serious, but in fact, only the broken part of the data may be damaged, and it should be repairable.

The military intelligence agent put away the damaged card and prepared to hand it over to the technical department for repair.

He was covered with a black cloth and led to a certain room.Judging from the empty echoes around, the entire building lacks decorations, and the walls and ground should be made of concrete, which is thicker than ordinary buildings.

The cold touch under his butt told him that it was not designed for the comfort of the person sitting.

The hood was taken off, and Anonymous shook his head, trying to get the stupid hair on the top of his head back to its original position.

Mycroft was not here, but a Mr. Holmes did arrive when the door of the interrogation room opened.

Before the person entered the door, the familiar voice sounded, it was the consulting detective who had greeted the unnamed and should have fallen to his death.

"I guess I don't have to say 'Hello' again, Mr. Holmes," the anonymous said without any sense of crisis, staring at the detective.

"Are you an American, east? A city on the coast? No—New York," Sherlock Holmes didn't like this meaningless greeting. He opened his mouth with a series of analysis, and his extremely fast speech filled him with excitement. Aggressiveness, "Mercenaries, skilled snipers, not single - just got engaged recently, have no systematic higher education, and their intelligence is not too terrible compared to ordinary goldfish."

To hear the evaluation of 'not too terrible' from Sherlock's mouth is already an extremely rare compliment.

"Thank you," said the unnamed thank you.

From the beginning to the end, he never questioned why Sherlock, who should have committed suicide by jumping off the building, appeared here unscathed.

The reason is probably that Unnamed has seen too many corpses of people who fell to their deaths from high places. Compared with Sherlock's "corpse", it is easy to know that a person who died from falling from a building should never look like that.

"You're too loud," Sherlock said suddenly.

Anonymous did not make any sound just now.

Seeing Unregistered's stupid look with wide-eyed eyes and confused face, Sherlock snorted coldly with disdain, and dropped the IQ rating of Unregistered by another notch in his mind.

"Stop thinking with your tiny brain," he said distastefully, "you're too noisy thinking about things."

Apparently, the unnamed 'lack of systematic higher education' has not learned the legendary 'art of thinking without speaking'.

"I thought that as a villain, my task was to keep you from thinking hard," Unknown didn't shut up because of Sherlock's impatience, but smiled instead.

But he really emptied his mind and stopped thinking about a puzzle that had troubled him for a long time.

Sherlock glanced at him unexpectedly, but instead of continuing to pace back and forth, he strode out of the interrogation room.Within minutes of Sherlock's departure, agents entered and took him to a dark cell.

It is the standard configuration of the prison, but the other compartments around it are empty, and Unknown is lucky enough to occupy the room in the middle.Since the surroundings are similar to the air-raid shelter, Unknown speculates that the cell is located underground.

The agents guarded both sides of the corridor, and no one approached the cell. The lock looks very strong, and it is an electronic lock, which cannot be easily pried open or smashed.The Unknown will never stand a chance of escaping.

Until an agent came from the other end of the corridor and stopped in front of the cell door.The others didn't seem to see him passing by at all, and they still kept their eyes on the corridor as if there was no one else here.

"Someone wants to see you," the 'Jailor' repeated mechanically, "please follow me."

He hadn't solved the riddle yet, but the person who made the question came to him first.Unknown stood up and tidied up his collar which wasn't too messy.

The cell door was opened a crack in response to the occasion, as if the lock that the military intelligence agents checked repeatedly just now did not exist at all.

On the other side, Mycroft's expression changed suddenly as he looked at the chip information restored by the technician.

After the unnamed phone call with Moran hung up, the former received a text message, about tens of seconds before MIS agents broke into the door.The message was short and indecipherable, but Mycroft knew what it meant, and cold sweat almost broke out on his usually calm brow.

'The east wind is coming. '

The author has something to say: The east wind is coming.

Unnamed not really stupid as a goldfish...

Otherwise, Dongfeng Girl would never be interested in finding him.

My final chess game is about to start, and it will probably last until about a hundred chapters, during which I will clarify the previous foreshadowing one by one, there will be many magical twists and turns