Workaholic

As night falls, everything looks calm and peaceful, and the dim lights adorn this Victorian-style city, filled with the remaining charm of the last century.

"So, do you have any requests?" The man's voice was mellow.

"Mr. Moriarty will be caught is the best answer for me."

The young man's voice was a little tired and helpless, and his slightly American accent and appearance invisibly revealed his origin and background.

"On behalf of Scotland thank you for your selfless service."

The young man nodded and stopped answering.He turned around and put on a cheap top hat, with no expression on his face, and walked out with his eyes closed.

A silent traveler stands at a crossroads.

If this were the streets of New York a few months ago, when midnight struck, there would be open bars and dance halls inviting passers-by to drink, let dance and rock drive away sleep, and cheer for a new round of sunrise.

In the distant hometown, it will be the steaming heat of the big tent. Spicy and cooking smoke blend into the nasal cavity, evolve in the stomach, and get stimulating fullness.

The queen's chess pieces collapsed.

Sleepless Tonight looked up at the camera that was flashing thermal red light and locked on to himself.

Maybe behind the countless network cables and in front of the monitor is a gloomy criminal consultant.

Moriarty.

The young man took out a cigarette from the black windbreaker and lit it carelessly. The fiery starlight with a few ashes drifted in the air with the wind, like an annihilated butterfly.

To be honest, he generally doesn't smoke.

But, dealing with this bunch of psychos and high IQs, it's true...

"—very annoying."

The young man chuckled, held the cigarette and looked in the direction of the sky, only a piece of black and red twisted lines.Only then did he realize that he couldn't see the bright moonlight now.

There is no one to guide myself, the young man smiles, really.

What an annoying world.

So annoying.

I don't want to stay any longer.

He struggled to exhale a faint smoke ring, suppressing his anger in his chest, he groped for the stone wall next to him, and the cold and cold touch guided him forward.

"So be it."

What else can be done?

Think about it.

When will Moriarty kill himself?Every day, the day after tomorrow?What else can I do?I've already charged once, so next time I'll just get a box lunch.

The cigarette butt burned to the fingertips, bringing burning pain, but Wang Chaohua took it easy with his fingertips, and then held it in the palm of his hand, waiting for the residual heat to dissipate, until he accidentally bumped into the next recycling bucket.

The thermal sensation showed that the skin temperature in the palm of his hand was a little higher.

Wang Chaohua rubbed his palms, thinking that he should run away.

No matter what it is, there is nothing wrong with escaping, at least he has completed the task, and it is better to die than live.Although he can't see it, he can roll and crawl. As a Voldemort, maybe he can travel back?

A cold mechanical sound sounded:

"Executor, your emotions seem to be unstable now, please keep yourself calm so that you can better complete the task."

The black-haired youth smiled with a gentle expression.

"I'm calm."

"Your electrocardiogram is fluctuating at an irregular speed. I feel that the executor's anxiety, rage, and sad negative emotions exceed the standard. Please sort out yourself as soon as possible."

"Why are you still..." the young man said, "Isn't San'er awake yet?"

"System 111's energy is being replenished, and the executors are requested to work harder to achieve success!" The voice of the sub-AI has a mechanical cadence, and it seems that it is trying to imitate humans, but it obviously failed. Ridiculously nondescript.

From this perspective, 111, as a mechanical life form, is indeed more humane than purely intelligent things.

"So what should I do now?"

[The main task has been completed]

[The executor can continue the side mission or wait]

"wait for what?"

[Waiting for the next mission. ] The mechanical voice replied: [Or the energy collection is complete. 】

The young man seemed to suddenly become interested.

"My master has never asked this question, what are you using your energy for?" What is the purpose of meeting people in the world.

[Help the executor find the coordinates. 】

"The reason? Probably not all the traversers want to go back."

[The energy body of the executor from another time and space does not conform to this time and space] The mechanical voice replied: [The energy that does not belong to this time and space will cause damage. 】

The way the energy body carries is multi-directional.In the clown's world, his mass density increased, and Mr. Iron Man broke his bones under an impact, and he was sent straight to the hospital is one of the manifestations.

But... don't you think that's a bit of a paradox?Wang Wanghua lit another cigarette, but when he was walking, he tripped over a stone without heat on the ground, and almost fell to the ground in embarrassment like a child.

Fortunately, there is no smoke...

"While saying not to cause damage to the world, at the same time arranging to be the villain's younger brother, dancing on the grave in front of the protagonist."

The black-haired young man's tone was flat but inexplicably strange, as if mocking:

"You guys are a little funny, wearing Pinru's clothes to do things."

[Please use more plain language, I can't understand what you mean. 】AI's one-on-one answer.

But Wang Chaohua didn't speak any more, and squatted on the ground leaning on the corner of the wall.

[It is detected that the executor is depressed, is there anything I can do for you? 】

This time the AI ​​changed it to another way of saying it, but I still thank the little fool for not showing his ugly expression of "in order to better complete the task" brightly.

The black-haired young man covered his face with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Then let me hurry up and leave this fucking plane before I die."

I really fucking don't want to see the Holmes anymore, Moriarty, one of those three.

There was a lot of noise, and I felt a lot of footsteps passing by me, and the honking of cars entered my ears.

The young man on the street slowly opened his eyes and looked at the faintly bright sky. Just after he moved, his back was stiff and sore due to the bending, and his legs were all stiff, and he almost didn't cry out from the irritating soreness.

It's dawn.

No way, I'm sleeping on the street like a homeless...?

Was I so sleepy yesterday?Wang Wanghua lowered his eyes in doubt, looked at the burnt cigarette ashes on the ground, took out a pack of paper from his pocket, and prepared to wrap it up and throw it away.

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

can i see

My eyesight is back? !

No, it's still a little fuzzy, it looks like a high degree of myopia, but that's not the point, is it so sudden? !Wang Wanghua could hardly figure out what was going on, and then glanced around him.

He found something even bigger.

This wasn't London, or at least not the crossroads he was at.A particularly conspicuous building among the high-rise buildings seems to be soaring into the sky, standing out from the crowd.And what made him feel the most weird was the strange appearance of the people here.

Hair of every color and every face.

A strong man over two meters long and wearing animal skin walked past him. Although the people next to him looked at him a few times, they seemed to feel that they were a bit conspicuous and not easy to mess with, and they didn't show surprise or doubt in their eyes. It's a very common thing.

Crossed over again?what's the situation?Wang Chaohua's face distorted slightly uncontrollably, he could be said to be on the verge of breaking out now, this kind of inexplicable thing really challenged his bottom line.

【Due to some coincidences yesterday, Moriarty's plan was completely broken, and the mission calculation was completed. 】

[According to the executor's request to start the next task as soon as possible, I have opened a shortcut for you. 】

【And because your mission was completed very quickly, you were rated as a 'potential person' in the last mission. Congratulations, Mr. Wang, the executor. 】

Standing blankly on the side of the road was a bit silly, Wang Wanghua wrapped the toilet paper, walked straight along the street, and threw it into the trash can when he encountered it.

"What accident?" he asked.

[A gang member killed by Moriarty contained Moriarty's criminal information and records of some related members in the stomach pouch. 】

【When Moriarty's men burned him to death, it wasn't complete. After throwing his body into the river, because the U disk was wrapped in a hard and sealed thing, it was not damaged. The body was salvaged at 3 o'clock yesterday afternoon. anatomy.At [-] o'clock in the morning, the analysis of the video was completed, and important information was obtained. Moriarty's plan was forced to be disrupted, and because of your informant about his London incident. 】

——[The chessboard plan has completely collapsed]

Wang Wanghua couldn't help curling his lips, and the smile on his face seemed to be torn apart. Realizing his gaffe, he covered the somewhat exaggerated clown-like curvature with his hands.

"Ah, sorry, I'm really happy."

Life is really happy and sad.

Frustrated life in the first second, and start over in the next second.

In the first second, Lao Tzu is so clever that he dominates the world, and in the next second, life will teach you to be a younger brother.

"Did you know? I planned to kill Moriarty with a pestle yesterday," Wang Chaohua said in a calm tone with a happy mood, "No matter what, I'm just a mortal. As long as you put your heart into it, you'll die anyway." .”

In Moriarty's full of idiots in the world, did you ever think that a goldfish that you just killed yourself would hide a small bomb containing 'surprise'?

Of course, it may not be a big deal to Moriarty, but it does make people happy.

The young man's eyes are bent into a pair of crescent moons dotted with two obsidian, soft and not dazzling.

"Bang -" a gunshot was deafening.

Wang Chaohua's expression was stiff.

He lightly covered his chest, seemed a little puzzled, watching the black windbreaker gradually being dyed and soaked like flowers.

The scarlet color appeared between the fingers, overflowed, and fell to the ground.The black-haired youth frowned slightly.

Damn, isn't it...?

Immediately afterwards, pain broke out, tinnitus, dizziness, and heat seemed to flow out of the chest together with blood.

The black-haired young man fell heavily to the ground, blood gushing out from his body like a spring, quickly staining the ground red.

The surrounding crowd let out piercing screams.

bleeding...

Consciousness is almost blurred.

I won't just die like this... such a ghost?It would be better to die in London, and I don’t know if there is a humanitarian cremation here...

"Hey, Captain, look, this man is so unlucky." The girl's voice was pure and innocent.

Who is so lacking in sympathy... is still making sarcastic remarks...

The young man's fingers twitched, and finally fell into darkness.

The author has something to say: Well, I drew a picture of a character design!Well, after all, I don't know how to post pictures, so I can only click on my column directly to see the pictures in my column

This chapter feels weird... I have been updating it since today, and I plan to finish it soon.

I have coded a lot of saved manuscripts, don't worry that it is as short as 1000 in the previous chapter.

It's almost over, if you want to watch it, watch it soon...