sherlock holmes brother

I like the suite at the White Queen Hotel..." The suddenly shortened distance and the meaningful location made Moriarty twitch at the corner of his mouth that was exposed outside the mask, "You will like it. "

Using a key to open a door that looked nothing special, Wilton noticed that three sides of the entire room were tightly covered by dark red curtains. There was a chaise longue in the middle, and a matching armchair beside it. The small round table has an exquisite drawer, on which there are a bottle of brandy, a bottle of red wine and two goblets.

"This is what you call a 'prom'?" Wilton stood in the middle of the room, watching his boyfriend open a small door, which was a luxuriously decorated bathroom.

"It's almost there." Moriarty didn't answer, he took out a white controller from somewhere in the bathroom, and after a simple button, the curtain facing the chaise longue and armchair was pulled open, A whole glass wall with excellent clarity appeared in front of them.

"I thought you didn't miss this," Wilton made a gesture casually, "Both sides?"

"Silver privilege, my dear," something else seemed to have happened in the bathroom. At least Moriarty's hesitation and worry just now were gone, replaced by unmistakable pleasure and "sex." "Qu, "The general authority is only the side you see now."

"Professor's back garden?" Wilton raised his eyebrows. Although Moriarty introduced his subordinates to him, he didn't think that Moriarty would really open up his sphere of influence to him, even if he It's "Hades", and they don't need to go this far as they are just lovers.

"It's just hosting, you know, there are always some people who don't like to come forward." Moriarty shrugged, "My taste is not so bad." He was a little malicious.

Wilton smiled and said nothing, just sat in the armchair in the middle of the room. Moriarty was right. A dozen people appeared behind the glass one after another. The big black cloak, not to mention the face and clothes under the cover of the hood, even the gender is difficult to judge - the thick cloak and the wide design pull the curves of everyone's torso into the same shape.

"Patience, my dear," said Moriarty, pouring two glasses of brandy before leaning casually on the arm of the chaise longue, "the best is always last." As if in response to his words, the cloak was folded Once opened, Wilton noticed that some were in groups of two men, some were in groups of two women, and of course most of them were one man and one woman.

Black tights, tight leather pants, gold | net bag jacket, black leather boots... Coupled with the whips or gags on some people's hands, Wilton's face became weird for the first time, "I I didn't know you were interested in S·M, maybe I should be more imaginative next time."

Moriarty hasn't spoken yet, but the "performance" on the opposite side of the glass has already begun. The perfect sound insulation ensures that this is a silent performance, but it is only after the sound is deprived that the visual impact is even more heart-warming. The itching was unbearable, and I couldn't help but pass through the glass wall to "watch" that kind of performance up close without any cover.

But this is really not attractive to Wilton, not to mention that his current boyfriend can satisfy his desire very well, if he really gets close enough to such a pair of "performers", The smell of various glands secreted by the other party is enough to make him lose all interest. After all, there are reasons behind everyone's behavior, and few people who engage in similar sex work are really wholehearted and willing.Think about it, when his lust was aroused, he smelled full of grief and indignation... Wilton didn't think he had any unilateral sadism, so he had no choice but to be grateful.

What he thinks does not mean that others think so. The number of "performers" behind the glass began to decrease slowly. Moriarty explained happily, "Every guest has their corresponding photos and lists, and through the controller They'll be notified, and the party afterward is the point."

Wilton shook the goblet in his hand and began to think about what his boyfriend was here for today.According to his understanding of Moriarty, this person has always been willful. Although in a certain way, although he has no cleanliness, he is also quite extreme. He will not fail to participate in this occasion, but obviously not in When I was present.So why did he bring himself here, or is it that the "carnival" that the other party said was not just what he understood?

"There is a newcomer coming for an interview, and the owner is inconvenient to come forward, so he let me come." Moriarty explained why the blond lady who just entered the door didn't know him even though he was the one with management authority Wilton didn't need to ask questions like his. No one was stupid, and the less people knew the news, the safer it was.

"In this room?" Wilton didn't hide his displeasure at all. Anyway, from the very beginning when he knew this man, he was always just himself, so there was no need for acting.

"If you'd like later." Moriarty didn't finish his sentence, but the schadenfreude was quite obvious.Press the controller again, and the curtain of the glass on the opposite side is covered again, and the curtain on the left is opened, revealing a glass that is smaller than the glass wall just now.The good clarity allowed Wilton to have a clear view of the small room opposite—except for a piece of rope and a short leather whip, there was not even a chair in it, and there was even a small piece of carpet on the floor.It was really a small piece, barely the size of the upper body of a grown man.

Not long after, two people wearing the same cloak walked in, one tall and one lower. Wilton noticed that the rare one of the small one was walking behind the tall one. The one who was in charge of finishing, and judging from their walking postures, the one who was in the leading position between them was obviously the tall man.

The controller who voluntarily gave up some rights and the controlled person who was willing to take a back seat, Wilton made a judgment, and for the first time he became interested. He had a hunch that these two people would not be like the group they saw just now. People are so boring.

In fact, judging from the final results, Wilton's premonition was not wrong, but it's a pity that these two people are so interesting. It's so interesting that Wilton overcame his aversion to modern technology for the first time and planned to call Mycroft directly. .

Wilton looked expressionlessly at his second brother wearing the dark purple silk shirt his elder brother gave him last Christmas after unbuttoning his cloak—only the bottom two buttons were buttoned up, and his lower body was a tight-fitting shirt. leather pants; and behind him is his future "second sister-in-law" in khaki slacks and a cotton plaid shirt.

With just one glance, Wilton turned his head and asked seriously, "Are you sure you can't see us through the opposite glass?" It's not his fault for asking, even though he understands rationally that since Moriarty dared to take him Coming here means that there is no problem here, but there is a high possibility that he will see his second brother and his family's bed|scene in a while, which still makes Wilton feel a little stressed.

"London's famous consulting detective and his assistant," Moriarty blushed with excitement, "you know, they have a good name, and I'm looking forward to the upcoming performance." Answer Wilton's question.They were well aware of the contradiction between consulting criminals and consulting detectives. Since Moriarty had made up his mind to appreciate the "performance", it meant that the other party really couldn't see this side.

"What's their name?" Uncontrollably asking this question, Wilton felt for the first time that he couldn't bear the urge to find a way to inform Mycroft to drag his second brother home without saying something.Really, it's Sherlock's own business how Sherlock messed around. If he and Moriarty weren't here today, according to his guess about the forces behind Professor London, the surname "Holmes" was dug up and painted with something. time issue.

"Don Quixote and Sancho, our neighbors have always been very creative, haven't they?" Moriarty made a gesture of raising his glass, waiting for the further actions of the opposite duo.Wilton closed his eyes, drank a little brandy, very good, he thought of what to give for Christmas this year, a whole set of Cervantes will definitely satisfy his second brother and "second sister-in-law" .

☆、31·The performance on the other side of the glass

If Wilton was just stiff over there, then Watson's nerves on the glass wall were almost broken.Although he looks calm on the outside, it's just because he's about to cross the limit point, and everything goes against the limit.

"S..." was just the beginning of Huasheng, but was interrupted by the other party's sudden pull into his arms. Sherlock's breath sprayed against Watson's ears, which at first glance looked like a kiss.

"Don Quixote, you can call me 'Master'." Sherlock's voice was not loud, his lips flicked from Watson's ear, and then ended on the other's cheek, "I'm not sure if there is a It's okay to eavesdrop, now, look around, I need you to help me determine if there are cameras in here."

The clear order made Watson calm down a bit, and he forced himself to ignore the fact that his plaid shirt was in close contact with his cohabitant's skin at this moment, and instead looked around carefully.To be honest, Watson refused to accept the fact that Sherlock's "friends" on the Internet introduced them to come here for an interview at first, but the detective clearly understood how to impress him. There may be rumors and clues in the film" so the doctor stayed. Even though he had invaded Afghanistan, Watson, who essentially still pursued "curing the disease and saving the patient", had a relatively high moral bottom line as a doctor.

But that doesn't mean he wasn't nervous when he and Sherlock stood at the door of this room!Look at the detective's clothes, and then listen to the receptionist's introduction, "Please show your best performance and best attitude. If everything goes well, you can attend the dance tonight." Watson didn't want to recall the theme of today's dance , "control and anti-control", he only knows that such a sexual relationship has a not very elegant description in "ordinary people" - master-slave relationship.

At this time, it is meaningless to think about the position Sherlock decided arbitrarily when he named this name. Now that he has come, he has to do it. It has always been Watson's life creed. Following Sherlock into an empty room, he can feel Seeing that his adrenaline was rising rapidly, this feeling reminded him of the battlefield.

"There is nothing on the wall." Because there is only one overhead light that is not particularly bright in the room, the surrounding walls look a bit dark, there is no wallpaper, no furniture, and nothing but blankets and some ropes on the floor.Oh, of course he will not forget the damn whip. After a brief report, Watson suddenly felt dizzy. Sherlock gently hooked his knee while he was thinking, and Watson suddenly lost his balance. Lying on the small rug, he couldn't see anything but a little light.

"Xia..." Excessive astonishment made him forget their disguise, and Sherlock directly blocked the name Watson was about to shout with his lips.Watson's eyes widened, and for God's sake he had fantasized about kissing his cohabitant, but none of his fantasies included anything like this.

I don't know whether Sherlock is pretending or what. In short, Watson, who claims to be "rich in life experience", has his entire soul taken away by a high-functioning anti-social who should theoretically "have nothing to do with anyone". Watson was even grateful when it was over, and if Sherlock hadn't let him lie down, his knees would have started to soften just from this kiss.

"I trust your judgment," Sherlock's breathing rhythm was also a little chaotic, and he kept pecking and kissing the corner of his doctor's mouth while narrating in a low voice and quickly, "I also didn't see that the ceiling is not a suitable place , I am afraid that the wall is the most likely to be tampered with."

Watson's mushy mind subconsciously accepted the detective's words, and the long-term inertia allowed him to keep up with Sherlock's footsteps, although it took him a little longer than usual, "You mean... oh, God! Damn it It's..." Knowing the fact that there might be countless pairs of eyes staring at him, Watson closed his eyes subconsciously, shy, angry, embarrassed... Watson only felt that his thoughts on the detective were like In this way, it was spread out in front of the public in the hall without any cover, making people unbearably suffocated.

"Are we going to make it to the end?" Soldiers are soldiers, no matter how embarrassing Watson has not forgotten their mission, opened his eyes again, Sherlock almost thought that the flushed Teddy he just saw was just his a dream.

"Maybe, maybe not." The detective was uncommonly uncertain, "There has been no order since we came in, either there are all 'guests' around, or the management, no matter which one, I'm afraid we don't have the right to stop without authorization .”

The corners of Watson's mouth twitched, showing an ugly smile, "This is really great." Even though he said so, his hands still wrapped around the detective's waist. See everything at a glance.

"Sorry, John." Before Watson was surprised by the detective's unspoken apology, he heard the sound of the buttons on his own shirt snapping, and then the rope was used, and his two hands He was held high above his head, his shirt was completely open, and Sherlock's chiseled profile showed a bit of cruelty, "Sancho, my loyal follower, did you follow me voluntarily?" he said While waving the short leather whip vigorously.Even knowing that all of this is acting, Watson is still attracted by Sherlock's powerful aura, especially when he knows that behind such an order is the trust that can be delivered wholeheartedly. Can't resist.

"Yes, I voluntarily, my lord." He spoke several times before he finally managed to get the words out, only then did Watson notice that his voice had gone hoarse at some point.

On the other side, Wilton's face finally returned from being stiff to normal. Judging from this posture, no matter what step the other party has made, he has no choice. However, for the sake of his second brother and future "second sister-in-law", if it doesn't work, he will always have a way Let his boyfriend have no energy to pay attention to the "performance" on the other side of the glass.

"Tsk tsk, I can't see that our detective is really a gentle person." Moriarty watched with interest as Sherlock kissed Watson lightly, then tripped him, and then followed by a hot French kiss.

"Maybe you like him better?" Letting the other party see Sherlock tie up the doctor, Wilton finally couldn't help it. He changed his sitting posture slightly, and his whole body exuded a sense of invitation, and he pointed with a clear finger own lips.

Sure enough, Moriarty's eyes dimmed. He leaned over and kissed Wilton loudly on the lips, "Oh, my dear, don't be jealous, of course I like you more."

How could Wilton let him go, hooking the man with one hand, Wilton directly pried Moriarty's lips away, and then unceremoniously plundered the man's territory on the opposite side. During this relationship, he Never give up your dominance.Otherwise, with Moriarty's waywardness, he would ruin them both sooner or later.

Moriarty was indeed dissatisfied with Wilton's move, but his struggle had no effect at all in the opponent's pincer-like arms.On the contrary, the familiar taste and the teasing of sensitive points made him start to get hot, especially the overwhelming strength that Wilton showed in the process made him tremble all over. Before meeting this man, Murray Artie never knew that being suppressed and losing the initiative would make him more excited, no matter what.

"Beep——" Just as Wilton was about to take the controller over and lower the curtain while the other party was not paying attention, the white controller in Moriarty's hand suddenly sounded a reminder.Wilton, who has even thought about the reasons, can only give up temporarily, but only temporarily, after all, Sherlock and Watson are his family members, while Moriarty is just a "companion". There is no need to think about anyone at all.

I don't know what information he got from the white controller, although Moriarty's face didn't change, but his taste was full of annoyance, "My dear, it seems that we don't have time to continue watching those two performances, here The owner is here, obviously, he has better arrangements for the newcomers."

Wilton frowned on purpose, showing complete displeasure, "I thought you communicated with him on an equal footing." He needed to know whether Moriarty had reported Sherlock's true identity to the real owner here, As for asking his second brother to perform in another place, that's simply impossible.

"Wouldn't it be fun if you knew it?" Moriarty packed up his emotions, and now he was full of schadenfreude, "Come on, I'll take you to the real 'prom'." He even made a Standard gentlemen's invitation to dance.

Wilton smirked, "My pleasure." He put his hand in Moriarty's and picked out a condom from the drawer of the small round table while he wasn't looking.In the name of washing his hands, he went into the bathroom, and soon, a knot that Holmes would have tied was tied. Recalling the lights in the corridor, Wilton was [-]% sure that this knot would be noticed by his second brother .Sherlock can be bold at times, but he also knows that his little brother won't meddle in his affairs if he has a choice.And once he intervenes, it means there are other problems.

Sherlock knew it, and so did Wilton.Following Moriarty out of the room, a waiter passed them with a tray, and the wrong position happened to be at the door of Sherlock and Watson's room.

"If I were you, I would be very careful." Wilton suddenly moved at the moment when he was in the wrong position. He pressed the poor waiter against the wall next to the next door, squatting slightly, and then his There was an extra necklace in his hand, "You never said that anyone here has an extra hand." He looked at Moriarty meaningfully.

Although his boyfriend still had a smile on his face, his tone was not so nice, "Don't worry too much, he just doesn't know how not to touch things he shouldn't touch." He walked over and took Wilton's hand from the male waiter. Pulling down from Sheng's body, Moriarty looked gentle, "It's okay, you go first, pay attention next time. Oh, by the way, what's your name?"

First intimidated by Wilton, and then by Moriarty's gentleness, the dizzy waiter actually thought that the latter was an angel who came to save him, "Tom, sir, I hope I have a chance to serve you next time." He even gave Wilton a provocative look before he left, don't look at the tall man's first hand, look at their masks, the one with the rose is in the dominant position.

I can't remember how long it has been since no one challenged his rights so bluntly. Wilton was even more surprised that the other party's attitude was so blatant, "People here... are so bold?" He intuitively felt that What's wrong.

"He probably has some brain problems, leave him alone, the dance has already begun." Moriarty was a little guilty, he took Wilton's hand and walked forward, that's all, he didn't notice the condom on the floor at the door .

When Sherlock and Watson inside the door received an order from the loudspeaker placed somewhere in the room telling them to go to the first basement floor, they roughly packed themselves up and opened the door. The first thing they saw was lying on the ground with nothing. Condoms that cover up.

Watson only took one look and then turned away. What he experienced tonight has already made him not even want to say "What the Fuck", especially considering what he will go through later, Watson feels that it is not enough for him not to choose to escape. normal now.

But what was more abnormal than him was Sherlock's attitude. The detective leaned down and picked up the condom. After a careful look, Sherlock's face became ugly, "The plan has changed, John, let's leave."

Watson looked at him in surprise, he wanted to ask what the hell was going on? !He also wanted to ask if they gave up now, what would they have done just now? !Just looking into the detective's eyes, Watson suddenly couldn't say anything. It's really not the detective's style to make such a half-way decision. There is no other possibility except that something happened in the middle that he doesn't know about.

"Okay." He heard himself say this, both Sancho and Watson are actually willing, aren't they, even if one of them knows that he is following a false knight, while the other knows that he will never get a response, Whatever happened, he would put Sherlock's will first, until...he swore an oath before God to give this right to another person.

☆, 32. The wound on Wilton's soul

Wilton and Moriarty arrived at an extremely ornately decorated door on the basement floor almost side by side. Two people wearing cloaks like the one they had seen just now stood on both sides of the door. One of them walked over and snorted softly.Moriarty didn't speak. In fact, the closer he got to the door, the more Wilton could smell his boyfriend's excitement. If he wasn't slightly disturbed by what he had just seen, he should It is to distinguish the vague hesitation and worry in the overwhelming excitement.However, it was precisely because Wilton was not as completely calm as usual tonight that Moriarty was given an opportunity.

"Good evening, distinguished guest, please allow me to ask for your name." The one on the left bowed, and his voice sounded a little frivolous. It is worth noting that there are two people opposite him, but the person he is asking But only Moriarty.

"Wizard." Moriarty spoke, and Wilton heard his boyfriend's voice was different from the usual cold one, as if he was beginning to enter into a role and play someone.But before he could figure it out, the door opened, and Moriarty walked ahead of him, and Wilton, who had other things on his mind, didn't care, and followed him into the hall.

What to say about all he saw?In his previous life, Wilton was not invited to Hogwarts because of his identity as a Squib, and all those about Slytherin House, the public room and the cellar, as well as the dark green and silver decorations can only be in his occasional dreams, If there are so few words leaked by those young masters in his family while teasing them, they will become a rare treasure in Wilton's memory. He will carefully collect them and put them into the Slytherin in his heart.

Just looking at the decoration of the ballroom in front of him, Wilton almost thought that he was standing in the common room of Hogwarts Lytherin that he could only see in his imagination. Like rough stones, it extends from the floor to the ceiling; the dark green curtains carry the atmosphere and thickness from an unknown number of years, faintly sticking to the wall to separate countless small spaces; if you look carefully, you can see a few A corner of the couch was exposed, and Wilton could imagine the grand occasion after the carnival started; at the end was the fireplace with dancing fire on the opposite side, oh, for Merlin's sake, forgive him for not calling Merlin for many years The name, but today's occasion made him think that he had almost returned to his previous life.

"I was surprised to hear that today's theme came from your proposal. Sure enough, I made the right choice to attend." Because of the cover of the mask and the poor light, Wilton's trance did not attract Moriarty's attention Before he could speak, a man in a medieval dress came up to them, the golden half mask not so clean in the firelight.Near his left eye, the pattern of a rose flower is clearly visible.

"I thought you weren't interested in these things." Moriarty's voice was still cold, as if the sweet boyfriend who always had a slightly dramatic voice no longer existed since entering this room, "Your name." Even his usual sentence pattern was abandoned by him and started to use the imperative pattern.

"Lord, my partner." The man raised the wine glass in his hand, "What about yours? Maybe your companion?" He elongated his voice.

"Wizard, that's my shadow." Moriarty had no intention of letting Wilton speak at all. In fact, from the very beginning, he exuded unprecedented strength, with arbitrariness and no scruples.But Moriarty can have no scruples, but Wilton can't. Whether it's the good environment that makes him wonder what to say, or what he saw about his second brother upstairs, at this time A rare moment for Wilton to think about it.One ebbs and another, Moriarty, who has been faintly suppressed since he met Wilton, is full of aura. With the good clothes on his body, he has transformed the domineering into the full of nobility.

"I hope you still like this night, after all, you make the rules." The man's lips exposed outside the mask curved into a nice arc, and his tone became a little weird, "I didn't expect you to like this kind of thing, let me say he It doesn't look very smart." It's not that he is not very smart, not to mention that the silver mask hides Wilton's eyes, and his rare trance makes him appear absent-minded.Those who knew him naturally knew that it wasn't weakness. After all, you couldn't expect a lion to turn into a sheep just by yawning. But in the eyes of strangers, such silence was more like fear and cowardice.Oh, and probably the impression that Moriarty has always been in the hearts of people he knows. It is no secret that Professor London's recklessness and dominance are in the underground world together with his moodiness. Who will Moriarty lie in? Bottom|lower moan|groaning, turning|rolling... This is simply unimaginable to most people.

"You don't follow the rules very much, where's your companion?" With a slightly provocative ending, Wilton's attention was drawn back, as if he knew this person named Moriarty for the first time.It's just...why does this person look so much like the young master who humiliated|humiliated him when he was 11 years old in his previous life?

There are always some little wizards with low magic power who think they are squibs until they receive a letter from Hogwarts. This sentence has been with Wilton for 11 years like the truth.Probably since he understood what magic is and what magic power is, the word Squib stuck to him like a curse.He remembered the warm embrace of his mother away from him, the unceremoniousness of his father's words, and the ridicule and ridicule he received from his peers. "The lord's trash", "the lord's shame|disgrace"... Countless such sarcasms came out from countless voices, whether true or false. Wilton didn't understand why he was ridiculed like this when he was a child, but as he As he grows up, he begins to know that because he is the son of the head of the main family, because he "should" be the heir that attracts everyone's attention, because he "theoretically" will be a really powerful wizard who will lead the family to glory... The expectations brought about by each "because" finally collided with the reality that he is a squib, resulting in countless gloats and insults.

"I'm not as interested as you." Ignoring Wilton's silence, the voice of the man with the golden mask was still very gentle, "But since I'm here, of course I will abide by the rules, Paris," he raised his voice slightly, and then A tall man walked towards them. He was wearing a knight's attire, and the silver mask on his face was very clean, especially around the left eye, which also attracted a lot of fiery eyes on him, "This is my friend."

"Friends? Who would have friends here?" Moriarty's voice was sharp and mocking, "It's like my shadow," he reached out and grabbed Wilton's robe, forcefully, in a trance Wilton, who suddenly lost his center of gravity, staggered for a moment and then stopped quickly. Just this time, his thoughts came back to reality from his memory. Is contempt, "He is my shadow, my servant, like others today, he is not my friend, he will obey my every command, repeat every word I said, as long as I am happy, I even You can kill him." While talking, a pair of cool hands wrapped around Wilton's throat like a snake, and Wilton couldn't help being pulled into the vortex of his previous life again by memories.

After he completely lost hope at the age of 11, the head of the main family brought an heir of the branch head back to the main house to start training. The little wizard was like this, flamboyant, wanton, with incomparable willfulness and brilliance.What did he say when he showed contempt for Wilton in public and humiliated him in every possible way behind him, oh, just think that his heir's seat came from Wilton's wretch He was disgusting when he came here. As a squib, Wilton is not even comparable to those Mudbloods who work for the family's peripheral shops. At least they will create wealth for the family.

It is because of this that Wilton desperately tried to prove that he was not useless. He read books hard and learned all the knowledge he could learn; he exercised his own body and mastered the ability to protect himself. For a long time, Wilton's only consideration was to do something to be recognized by the family.So when the head of the family informed him to participate in the black magic experiment, Wilton went there without hesitation. If this experiment could prove his value to the family, he would be happy.

It's just that Wilton didn't expect that he would open his eyes again after he failed, and he didn't expect that under the pampering of his family in this life, the memory he thought he had forgotten would be seduced today, as if hidden in the The wound on the soul, even though you can't see it at ordinary times, will bleed once you touch it.

"I don't like what you do," the man with the golden mask finally showed some dissatisfaction, "Let's talk about the private 'little fun' you and your 'shadow' had in a while, what I brought is just Companion." He made a gesture and introduced to the new man, "This is the one you've always wanted to know, and his name today is Wizard."

"Master." Unlike the gentle man in the golden mask, the tall man in knight attire knelt directly in front of Moriarty on one knee, with one hand grabbing the robe on the other's body, his head lowered deeply, The muscle curve around the exposed neck is by no means a man without strength, but he is expressing his submission to another man.

Moriarty didn't seem to notice at all, his hand slipped from Wilton's neck, and his voice was annoyed, "I'm quite satisfied with my servant, take your dog away." Finally he seemed to realize Realizing his own gaffe, he gently pulled his robe out of the man's hand with his hands. Moriarty tidied it up gracefully, his chin slightly lifted, and his voice carried an innate arrogance, "Get out, you don't even have the qualifications to be my servant."

Boom, it was as if someone had torn open the wound on Wilton's soul with sharp nails and a malicious smile. The unwillingness in his last life before his death filled his entire world.So Wilton didn't notice the hatred that the man in the knight costume looked at him, he didn't notice the anger of the man in the golden mask towards Moriarty, and he didn't notice when he was brought in beside