The right way to attack Moriarty

When Newt returned to the room, it was already late, and he gently pushed open the door of the room.

Jim was lying on the bed in the house, with his legs crossed, flipping through a book he didn't know what it was called.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Newt asked with a smile.

Jim heard the door open, turned his head to look at Newt, and said with a smile, "Wait for you to come back."

Newt closed the door and said with a smile, "When did you become so obedient?"

Jim blinked innocently: "I've always been good."

New York was packed and lying on the bed, Jim put down the book spontaneously and nestled into Newt's arms.

Newt froze for a moment, wrapping his arms around him.

"You stopped me today and said that you told me something on the train, what is it?"

"Well," Jim blinked and faked a smile, "That's right, spend the summer vacation with you."

Newt squeezed his face, bowed his head and kissed him: "To be honest."

Jim turned over, rolled out of Newt's arms, lay on his side hugging the pillow, buried his head in the sheets, and didn't speak for a while.

Newt didn't rush him, picked up the book Jim had been flipping through, and flipped through a few pages.

"Forget it if you don't want to say it," Newt put down the thick black magic book, reached out and turned off the light, "Didn't you say you were going to take me to see that little boy, when?"

Jim looked up at him with a surprised expression: "You're not angry?"

"Why should I be angry?" Newt laughed. "In your eyes, I'm so controlling?"

"You let the invisible beast spy on me," Jim said sullenly, "don't you have a strong desire to control?"

Newt smiled again: "Tomorrow I will tell Duerte to go back and stop following you."

Jim pouted: "What's the difference between the invisible beast following me and not following me? Anyway, I can't see him, and I don't know if he really doesn't follow me."

"Close your eyes," Newt gently covered Jim's eyes with his hands, and said softly, "Empty your mind and don't think about anything."

Newt said a spell so quickly that Jim didn't even have time to distinguish the words in it, and Newt ended the short spell.

"Okay, you can open your eyes, but you'd better be mentally prepared, the Invisible Beast isn't that pretty." Newt chuckled lightly and removed the palm covering Jim's eyes.

A low, stooped, silvery-white animal with a wrinkled face that contrasted sharply with its smooth fur.

Indeed, ugly.

"Now, you can see him, and if he continues to follow you, you can also find out." Newt said, "Just now, I transferred his control to you, and he will do whatever you say of."

"Is he going to kill people too?" Jim asked with a smirk.

Newt flicked his forehead: "What do you think?"

"Actually, there's nothing you can't say." Jim hesitated, "I'm just afraid that after you hear it, you'll ignore me again."

Newt laughed, "Well, that doesn't sound like a good thing."

"Well," Jim mumbled, "it was the previous incident. Before John Clay was arrested, the Bank of London left me a piece of parchment and asked me to rescue him." Jim looked up at Newt After finding that Newt was not obviously annoyed, Jim explained again hesitantly, "I didn't want to go."

Well, I didn't want to go at first, that is to say, I went anyway.

well.

Newt nodded with a very calm expression: "So, what happened later that led you to save him?"

Jim buried his head in the pillow silently, and said in a muffled voice, "I won't tell you, you will definitely be angry if you do."

Newt made him laugh angrily: "You know I will be angry, so you still do it."

Just do it, and even ran over to tell me?

It's also great.

"Okay then," Newt nodded calmly again, "let's skip this part and go straight to the part you want to tell me."

Jim looked up at Newt, thought for a while, and then whispered, "You promise not to be angry."

Sorry, I can't guarantee that.

Newt smirked: "I can only promise not to hit you."

"Then you'd better hit me," Jim twitched his lips and muttered in a low voice, "You'll feel bad after the beating anyway."

Cheng, really long face.

Newt pulled the man over, and Jim stretched his arm to reach for his pillow before forgetting it, but it wasn't long enough to catch it.

"My pillow!" Jim howled.

"Excuse me," Newt smirked, "that's my pillow."

Jim sighed for a long time: "You say that you have to eat the vinegar of a pillow, can you still have something to do?"

Newt laughed, "Can you believe I won't give you a pillow tonight?"

Jim made a smirk, not afraid at all, and even looking forward to it: "Then I'll sleep on you, on your arm, well, it's not bad on your chest."

"By the way," Jim reached out and lifted Newt's clothes, "I haven't touched your little muscles yet."

Newt pressed Jim's dishonest hands, and said in a bad tone, "Speak business."

Jim put his hands through Newt's, interlocking his fingers.Jim held Newt's hand tightly, afraid that Newt would get angry and ignore him.Jim's little action was very successful, but his tone was resentful.

"Well, well, let's get down to business, an agreement was found among the pile of molten French gold." Jim whispered.

In the process of casting?

Found a deal?

Newt didn't know which one to complain about first.

Now, the facts are obvious, that pile of gold returned to Jim Moriarty's hands at some point, and the person in his arms even remelted this batch of gold for the convenience of use.

It's amazing.

He is also convinced.

It's just that the agreement can only be discovered by remelting the gold, tsk, the news delivery is also quite powerful.

This melting point must be at least three or four thousand.

"What agreement?" Newt asked.

Jim raised his eyes and peeked at him, and Newt lost his temper when he looked at him, and even thought about his tone just now.

Very peaceful.

No tantrums.

The tone is also good.

Jim, with his guts, shouldn't be intimidated.

Jim was still spying on him.

Just as Newt was about to speak, Jim threw himself into Newt's arms with an "Aww", paralyzed on Newt's body with his limbs spread out.

Newt was caught off guard and let him groan.

Whoever says that Jim has lost weight, who is he in a hurry with?

Dead dead.

"You can't be angry," Jim rubbed on Newt's body beggingly, "you can't ignore me, you can't scold me."

"When did I ever scold you?" Newt asked him, laughing.

"Well, anyway—" Jim whimpered, "you can't ignore me anyway."

"Well," Newt agreed, "I promise you."

Jim hesitated to speak.

"It's an alliance agreement."

"Huh?" Newt looked up at him: "What alliance agreement?"

"A bilateral agreement between France and the United Kingdom." Jim simply buried himself in Newt's chest.

"Britain, why am I mad at you?" Newt smiled and rubbed Jim's head.

"Ah," Jim rolled on Newt's body a little irritably, and finally said the whole sentence as if giving up, "Now the agreement is not in my hands, it was cut off by the Italian group!"

Newt:? ? ? ?

EXM? ?

Who will tell me, am I hallucinating?

Newt raised the chin of the man in his arms and let him look at himself: "Very good. The current situation is that you got into trouble outside and couldn't solve it, so you came to me, didn't you?"

Jim howled dryly, held Newt tightly, and said plausibly: "You won't be angry if you say something, you can't take your word for it."

Newt made him laugh angrily: "I'm not angry, I'm just curious, if this matter doesn't get out of hand, are you still not going to tell me?"

"Just, um, just, uh, um," Jim hesitated, and kept looking at him, "Anyway, you won't be angry if you say it. Besides," Jim buried his head on Newt's chest sullenly. , "You just said that you raised me as a Chimera. Chimera has also caused troubles, isn't it all because of you?"

"Can it be the same?" Newt laughed angrily.

"What's different?" Jim rubbed his face against Newt's chest. "Anyway, you just don't love me. You'd rather keep me as a pet than as a partner."

Jim rubbed against his chest, itching at first, but Newt took it in and didn't push him away.Later, when Newt raised his hand again, intending to lift Jim off his chest, he suddenly felt the wetness on the pajamas.

To be honest, Newt's first reaction was that Jim had spit all over his pajamas.

After thinking about it, Jim should not have so much saliva, and the saliva will not be warm.

and so--

Jim is crying?

Jim actually cried?

Newt is unbelievable for a moment.Helen was right, Slytherin was difficult to get along with, and Moriarty was even more difficult to figure out.

In getting along these days, Jim has always been shameless and reticent. No matter what you tell him, he won't listen.Newt couldn't believe it, and with just those few words, Jim burst into tears.

This is impossible.

He knew exactly how high Jim's psychological defense was. Don't cry, even hearing a truth from Jim's mouth occasionally took a long time.

However, the wetness on his chest was getting heavier, and everything told Newt that the boy in his arms was really crying.Newt could feel the tears dripping down his pajamas, drop after drop.

Newt sighed, and gently kissed the top of Jim's head.

"I'm just making an analogy, and I don't mean to compare you with the Chimera," Newt explained slowly, "Don't think too much about it."

Jim wiped his face hard on Newt's pajamas, and then said in a muffled voice, "I don't care about that. If I'm the only one around you, I'm okay with you keeping me as a pet."

"What I care about," Jim buried himself in Newt's chest, his voice muffled, "most animals, after being tamed, will be abandoned by the trainers."

"But, Newt, I only have you."

The author has something to say: I am dying.

The update time this week is random, but it will be updated every day. I feel like I am going to die every day. After this week, I will take a week off from April 4st.

I just came back from the hospital today. The doctor said that I was under too much pressure. I have been paralyzed in bed for two days.Headache, toothache, eye pain, blurred vision, insomnia all night, I really feel like I'm going to collapse