[Shenxia] cruel game

Even just looking at each other, this man has an extremely powerful sense of oppression.He seems to be just staring at you casually, and you feel that a second later, his gaze burns a hole through you.So Moriarty raised his hand, indicating that he was defeated.

"Oh, poor little angel, don't show such an expression." Moriarty looked at Gabriel jokingly, "How else would we get to the ground? Are we going to jump off this 100-meter-high Ferris wheel? Are you both going to die for love?"

"Don't call me a little angel." Gabriel said coldly.

The ferris wheel turned slowly, and the two-person cockpit slowly stopped when it approached the ground.Moriarty whistled, and Gabriel was stern and expressionless.As they got off the Ferris wheel, Moriarty said: "There will be another report tomorrow. The London Eye turned up in the middle of the night for no reason, suspected to be a mechanical failure... How about this title, little Gary?" (Gary is Gabriel's nickname )

"It's not good. And don't call me stupid names." Gabriel's tone was like a piece of ice, without any ups and downs.

"How do you get back to your temporary shelter? Take the subway, or take the bus in the middle of the night?" Moriarty pretended to be concerned.

"Don't bother you, someone will pick me up naturally."

"Oh, I'm curious about your subordinate. Is it Ido?" Moriarty whistled.

Gabriel showed a look of disgust: "Don't mention that littlebitch who can only cry, she is as useless as the kitchen waste thrown outside the door."

"I don't think so." A deep voice sounded, and Moriarty and Gabriel turned around at the same time, their expressions somewhat surprised.Sherlock and John stood behind them, with about ten steps between them.

Sherlock looked at the tall man standing beside Moriarty.The man's hair was disheveled, his hat was buttoned backwards, and there were several stains on his coat, but he didn't look sloppy, instead he had a kind of self-possessed air: "Hello, let me introduce myself, Sherlock Holmes. I Shall I call you Gabriel, or Mr Smith?"

"Gabriel Smith." The man nodded. "Tell me, Holmes, how did you recognize me?"

"It's very simple." Sherlock shrugged. "I could smell the wine on you when you were on Baker Street. It's not ordinary beer, but Blanc de Noir champagne. By the way, I can tell the difference between hundreds of wines." Smell, not to mention the most recognizable taste of champagne; can afford such expensive wine, but still have to rent out the house, wife cheating, night out. More importantly, although you pretend to be a drunk, you still I can’t change my American accent! The next time I go on stage in person, would you please learn more about the local customs?”

Moriarty giggled, and patted Gabriel on the shoulder: "The first time I met Sherlock, I pretended to be Jim, a gay IT employee. He didn't expose it like this~"

"You are gay in the first place." Gabriel said coldly, and then carefully looked at Sherlock who was standing opposite him.Sherlock met his gaze through the mesmerizing neon tubes.Gabriel's eyes seemed to be brown, but when a beam of light hit his direction, his eyes magically turned into a bright green; after a long time, Gabriel slightly raised the corners of his mouth, Said: "That's it for tonight, I'm sorry." After saying that, he turned and left, and his figure disappeared into the night in a short while.

"Oh, look, he's scared, Sherlock." Moriarty spread his hands and smacked his lips with a helpless expression.

"I don't mind if you squat in the police station for a few days because of illegal operation of park facilities." Sherlock said, "It's a pity that Gabriel can't be arrested together."

"You can't do it, dear Sherlock." Moriarty winked at him, and at the same time, a red spot appeared on Sherlock and John.

"It's like this every time, can't you have something new?"

"Of course, I never get tired of playing games~ Goodbye, Little Sherlock and Little John." While humming, he turned and walked towards the place where Gabriel disappeared, until his figure was completely submerged in the darkness , the red dots on the two of them disappeared.

***

The corpse dismemberment case happened again, still by the river, but this time the location was changed to Bishop's Park, and the victim was sawed into seven pieces by a saw blade.

"Could it be that Gabriel is holding a map of London every day to choose a suitable location?" John flipped through the newspaper, which tried to use all kinds of horrible words to describe the continuous occurrence of mutilated corpses and insane murderers.

"Obviously, he has a special liking for the Thames. Because the river can wash away blood and all the traces he wishes to erase. He is like a ghost lurking in this city, without a fixed residence, only looking for one target, and then Kill them." Sherlock said, "Gabriel ordered it, but he won't do it himself."

John raised his wrist and looked at the time: "Maybe I should go home. Mary is pregnant and alone at home."

"You can give her a call and ask how she's doing," Sherlock said. "I have an appointment today."

"Appointment?" John looked at Sherlock, "There is such a thing as an appointment here."

"I didn't want to be like a stupid doctor (John glared at him) and need to make an appointment for this kind of procedure. But this time the client is obviously very insecure. He thinks that if I rush to the door, I might shoot him with a shotgun. So he made an appointment with me via VoIP. Pour me a cup of coffee and two sugars, please."

The "insecure" client knocked on the door of 221B half an hour later.He wrapped himself up tightly with windbreaker, hat, mask, scarf and sunglasses. If it wasn't for his overweight body, people would think he was a star on the street.When the client walked into the living room, he looked around to make sure that there were no cameras installed in the room, and no killers with submachine guns were in ambush.

"Jeff Benson," he introduced himself when he temporarily let his guard down and sat down on the sofa.

"Are you Grace's uncle?" Sherlock asked bluntly.

"My God, how do you know?" Benson asked in surprise.

"Your niece had an accident some time ago, you knew about it, so you came to me." Sherlock's fingertips intertwined into a tower shape, and he lowered his chin, "And your information is not difficult to find."

Benson coughed twice: "Yes... Meg is my sister, and Grace is her daughter. I like her very much. But I didn't expect that Gabriel would actually do something to a little girl!" He angrily said, shaking his fist.

"Because they can't find you."

Benson's face showed mixed emotions of fear and resentment: "Someone asked me to do something before, and gave me a thousand pounds a month, just to hack into the backstage of some government websites of other countries and secretly download some data. You know, I I've been interested in this since I was in middle school, I had the potential to be a hacker... After a year, I didn't know that I was working for a guy named Gabriel."

"Then a man named Moriarty gave you fifteen hundred pounds a month, and you changed bosses, didn't you?" Sherlock interrupted impatiently.

"It's eighteen hundred pounds." Benson wiped the sweat from his forehead. "And he threatened me with my girlfriend. At that time, Joey and I hadn't broken up. I couldn't do anything about it."

"And you were threatened?"

"Yes... yes." Benson swallowed, showing fear, "One day I received an email, it was a list, and at first I thought it was just a threatening email or something, until George When Atlas committed suicide at home, I realized that they were serious."

"You know Atlas?" Sherlock asked.

"It's not considered acquaintance, I know that there is this person. We all worked for Gabriel at first, and later worked for Moriarty." Benson took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "I printed out that email ...Atlas died, and I thought something was wrong, so I hid, but they kidnapped my niece and almost let her freeze to death in the river."

Sherlock took the piece of paper, and on the top was "Judgment List" written in cursive large letters; Sherlock couldn't help but sneered.

There are ten names on the left side of the list, and there are corresponding names on the right side.There are a total of twenty names, neatly arranged, like a menu in a restaurant.Among the names on the left are George Atlas, Mike Hanes (cut into eight pieces), Jeff Benson and others, and there are four names on the right: GabrielSmith, DeAi, WuyunZhao, James Moriarty .

"To tell you the truth, I only know Gabriel and Moriarty's names above. I asked about the other two names, and they were said to be Chinese names. Although I don't know them, the names of Gabriel and Moriarty Appearing at the same time is enough to scare me." Benson said, taking out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

"How come there is Moriarty's name?" John frowned.

"Obviously, Gabriel is understaffed, and he's going to kill with a knife—the man he's dealing with on the left, and the killer on the right, and I have to say he's pretty stupid. Oh, Eddo's going to kill two people. George Atlas and Daniel Poole."

"Which is Aido? Or is there no her at all?" John scanned the list.

Sherlock pointed to "DeAi"'s name: "It's this one. Remember when Lestrade checked her passport after the school shooting, did she read her name? And she also said that Aido and Her Chinese name sounds very similar."

And the name corresponding to the mutilated body or the soon-to-be dismembered body (for example, Benson sitting in front of him) is Wuyun Zhao, obviously this is also a Chinese name.

"I think we're going to meet Aido for a while." Sherlock put the paper into his pocket casually.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Gabriel: I heard that I am the hero, why is my sense of existence so weak?

Adoll: I heard that I am the heroine, why is 90.00% of it from the perspective of that surname Fu?

Sherlock: boring~boring~boring~

John: I make soy sauce.

Lestrade: Soy sauce +1

Mycroft: Jump out and brush up your presence.

Zhao Wuyun: Grab the spotlight.I heard that the author took a little effort to think of my name, and by the way, I am a man~