Sherlock Holmes is a Big Brother [Comprehensive British and American]

James Moriarty stood on the roof of the Barts Hospital, with the afternoon wind blowing scorchingly. He straightened the tie of Westwood's suit, but he casually lay on his side on the railing of the roof, looking too frivolous and flamboyant .

"Sherlock..." James whispered, licking his lips excitedly.

Moriarty's amber eyes flashed a dangerous light, and his sick and twisted love had already taken root in his heart.

James turned his head and looked down at the endless stream of people and vehicles downstairs.

Those goldfish were all martyrs of desire, busy with work and life, he curled the corners of his mouth, feeling amused.

He longs for Sherlock, and what's the difference with these goldfish?

"Click." As far as the eye can see, a tall and outstanding man punched the old door.

Obviously, Sherlock.

James raised his head and twisted his neck, enjoying the time the two of them were alone, as if returning to the afternoon a few days ago.Thinking, he turned his gaze to Sherlock, affectionately.

Sherlock was wearing a black wool trench coat and a blue-black scarf, with his hands in his pockets.His slightly squinted eyes shone with a dim green light, like a British shorthair cat, elegant yet innocent.His hair is curly, and the brown hair on his forehead is always raised to one side, shaking constantly with his movements.He is Sherlock, the one and only Sherlock, the hero of Reichenbach.

Criminals are creative artists, detectives are critics.

But Moriarty is no ordinary criminal, and Holmes is no ordinary detective.

Sherlock walked into James, looking tired, but James read a burst of excitement.It is indeed the case, what a dramatic scene of the century duel between consulting crime and consulting detective!

James pursed his lips in a wild smile.

"I have felt since I was born that this world is extremely boring."

"The world is like a fishbowl, in which the goldfish live foolishly, come to me with evil intentions, begging me to murder another goldfish."

"So?" Sherlock raised a few muscles on his face when he heard this - he didn't intend to smile at all, or this smile was only given to him as a courtesy to his opponent.

"I don't feel guilty at all, because when I do it, I'm just killing a fish-you say, Sherlock, do fishermen regret killing a fish?" His eyes shot a dangerous light.He wasn't happy to see Sherlock's reaction so flat.

"Little Jim is never sad for others, and no one is sad for Little Jim. The world needs more chaos, and chaos is the most delicious seasoning of life, don't you think?" James looked even more gloomy, and he squinted his eyes. The watery almond eyes looked at Sherlock carefully, as if the latter would kill him if he disapproved even slightly.

The sun was scorching the two people on the roof, Sherlock asked calmly, as if he was just chatting with a friend: "Maybe, what do you want to express?" He didn't agree, and of course he didn't object.

James resented his alienation.

"Sherlock," James walked into Sherlock, staring at the cold man in front of him, he had to look up, otherwise he would not meet Sherlock's eyes.This kind of looking up exists between them.Sherlock has John, and Mycroft, and Christina, and even Oros, and he has nothing.

The air condensed into a wall, separating the two of them.

"Oh, Sherlock," James said, bringing his face close to Sherlock's, but it was blocked by his black scarf. "Don't be so straight, it's not like you."

"So what should I like."

"Me."

"Do you know, actually I have always envied you." The consulting criminal waved his hand, "Do you know Christina?"

"I know. Christina Steele, Mycroft has the same level of authority." Sherlock frowned and added.

"Not only, dear Sherlock." He leaned closer, affectionately, "We are all forgotten people, but she is a little luckier."

She was forgotten by only one person.

And it is the whole world that has forgotten me.

"Brother Jim." Christina pushed open the door of the roof and looked at the already cold corpse on the ground.She wasn't all that sad, and apparently she wasn't going to cry about it. "I said, I will save you." She took out a small black stone together with the time stone, and silently recited a few spells.

"Hi, Christina." Moriarty didn't seem surprised by his 'rebirth'. Christina couldn't see his expression clearly, and his face seemed to be covered with dust.

"Sweetie, I will neverdesertyou." Christina bent down and gently hugged the consulting criminal.

James Moriarty smiled, and kept Christina at the same time.He actually had a cute smile, innocent and seemingly forever carefree, but Christina knew it was all just a disguise.

He still doesn't want to live.

"I'll be with you, Brother Jim." Christina added, her golden pupils shining with a strange light.

The author has something to say:

This is a short edit.

I took him as a fake change.

This chapter was not originally planned.

But if I'm not worried about Livermore, I have a bad conscience.

(Fuhua party do not fight)

Next notice:

Bruce Wayne

small theater:

Oulos behind the surveillance camera: "My sister, this is my sister ahhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

Unwillingly bite the handkerchief jpg.

Hand over to Christina how to provocative Tony Stark: "Sister, you just use what I taught you on this dog man?"

Doubt life jpg.

3.24 minor repairs, catching bugs

And: single out the SSRB rank passer-by heroine, and recently started to buy 233

Also, don't worry about minor repairs and fine-tuning in the future, believe me, I am a person who is more and more in the week.

Don't count on two a week :)