[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

When Mycroft heard Sherlock's categorical sentence, he said sadly, "You treat him very well."

"That's for sure." Sherlock said proudly.

Then you should be more polite to me, I have raised you for more than ten years! !Mycroft roared in his heart, but continued to talk about the business: "How about your life story, we should make it up, and the case of Karl Bowers when you debuted, I also have some clues, you want Want to take a look?"

"Karl Bowles? Can he be convicted?"

"Being able to go to court, the trouble is how to pass the jury."

"Oh?"

"As you know, everyone has a clue. But if he is really so sharp and dares to directly intimidate the jury, then the people in the House of Lords will support me in destroying him humanely."

"The House of Lords? I thought the highest power of judicial interpretation had been returned to the people long ago."

"Well, I always have reservations. Can you say that those gentlemen in the House of Lords are not the people? And they are much more useful than the people."

"But there are more concerns."

"True, but their methods are more aggressive. They are less able to tolerate being coerced, especially by criminals. It is more ruthless. Well, that's not the point. Come back here, except for Karl Bowles. Besides, I found out something more interesting."

"For example?"

"His father is from Dublin."

"Just listen to his accent."

"His parents had some relationship with the Northern Irish Republican Army. After 1972, he moved to Brighton, where Moriarty was born. This was nothing, it was just Moriarty's first fortune when he grew up. It's arms smuggling."

"Then the buyer must have been the Northern Irish Republican Army."

"It's true. It's not easy to find out, but it won't be completely traceless. Speaking of it, it was ten years ago, but as long as he did it, it would be impossible to pass without trace. I found the Both parties to the transaction, I think he will be willing to appear in court. Tell me, how about a public trial?"

"I promise he'll fake a new identity before your court time. He's a computer genius."

"Is it a computer again? That's too restrictive. Ever since I got a computer, my subordinates all think that they can complete tasks and write good reports if they learn computers well, idiot! No matter how much information there is, people need to analyze it."

"Yeah, it's a pity that people believe this." Sherlock said after hearing this complaint; "Is there anything else?"

"Isn't it enough?"

"He will only hide more."

"What do you want to do?! You want to cleanse London's underworld?"

"Almost, the premise is that I have to die once."

"What? Be more specific!"

"I'm so famous that I need to stay incognito for a while, preferably with makeup on."

"You want to uproot?"

"I can't stand another person who dares to provoke me like this, strap a bomb to my doctor, and play with my sister's feelings."

"Me too," said Mycroft. "We're on the same side this time."

"Just this time, fat man."

"Sherlock!"

"Damn fat man! Fat walrus! Shaved bear!"

"Shut up!" Mycroft calmed down for a while, and said, "I'll chat with him later."

"Let Hypatia go."

"Is there anything I don't know?"

"During his stay in the United States, after Moriarty was seriously injured and hospitalized, Hypatia worked hard to take care of him for more than a month."

"She's a nice girl," said Mycroft.

"Woman, your name is Weakness." Sherlock said quickly, "I still remember the line he sang!"

"Then let Hypatia speak, since he firmly believes in it." Mycroft said with a final word.

After Moriarty woke up again, he heard the voice of Hypatia reading: "We may become slaves to all kinds of things, and we may even become slaves to the self-centered thoughts in our hearts. Independence and freedom are our detachment The ways of the self's desires and evil thoughts."

Lying on the hospital bed, Moriarty continued to read in a melodious tone: "Man is morally autonomous. Although human behavior is not limited by objective causality, the reason why man becomes a man lies in his moral freedom. The ability to transcend cause and effect, and the ability to be responsible for one's own actions..."

Hypatia put down the book, looked at him with straight eyes, and said, "You understand."

Without answering, Moriarty smiled and continued reciting in a melodious voice: "There are two things, the more I think about them, the more miraculous I feel, and the more awe I feel in my heart, that is the starry sky above my head and my heart. moral code. They testify to me: God is on top of my head, God is in my heart.”

"You know it all."

"Do this so that the maxim of your will can at the same time become the principle of universal law..." Moriarty recited to the end, adding: "boring."

Hypatia's face was instantly pale as paper.

Moriarty laughed, "Hypatia, do you think I'm happy?"

"You've been out of the hospital for less than two weeks and you're in the hospital again."

"Yes, yes, but I am happy. If I were to die tomorrow, I would not be in vain."

"Go down in history as the greatest villain of the century?"

"Oh no, no, of course not, I don't value that, it doesn't matter if I'm not mentioned in a word, I'm used to hiding behind my back. But I enjoy playing games and enjoying the process of playing games. That's enough Alright, I’ve had enough of the mortal games, and then I’ll go to hell to compete with Satan. At that time, will you shed tears for me?”

"No. I'd be glad if you died."

Moriarty smiled and said, "Okay, my good girl, I don't think you want to talk about Kant with me today, what is it for? Did Mycroft promise to talk to me about Sherlock's life?" ?”

"Yes, he asked me to talk."

"Are you asked to come? He is so cruel." Moriarty said something, then licked his lips, and said, "Well, anyway, I haven't finished my analysis of you last time, let's talk about that. "

"What exactly do you want?"

"Honey, I'm so sad when you say that, I just don't want to make you sad, what's the reason?"

"You die now, and I won't be sad anymore." Hypatia cursed hysterically.

"Cultivation, cultivation. Hypatia, your cultivation." Moriarty frowned.

Hypatia sat up straight and began to recite coldly: "Sherlock Holmes, born in Sussex in 1980, studied at Eton and Oxford..."

"Oh, I want a story not a biography."

"Besides this, I have nothing to say." Hypatia looked at him as if he was going to boil him directly.

Moriarty said, "Take it easy, tell me about your childhood, how about this one? You don't have any memories before you went to Luoting High School?"

Hypatia thought for a while and said, "Talk about yourself first."

"Are you sure? You don't want that password anymore? Aren't you afraid of being scolded when you go back?"

"Why aren't you afraid? I'm terrified." Hypatia's tears seemed to be falling.

Moriarty reached out to wipe her tears and said, "Do you need to go back and think about it? My dear."

After Hypatia left, Moriarty leaned on the bed and thought, brotherhood, a joke, Mycroft actually got his own sister here, is he embarrassed?Interesting!After a while, Hypatia will willingly continue to talk about the philosophy of life with me.

After watching Hypatia being bullied by Moriarty to tears, Mycroft stood in the corridor and waited for his sister to come out, then stepped forward and asked, "How is it?"

Hypatia still burst into tears and said: "Brother, I accidentally sprinkled too much perfume." As he said, he wiped his tears with a handkerchief.

"..." Mycroft was silent for a moment, and then said, "Try to squeeze it out next time."

"I just wanted to dissect him at that time. If it wasn't for the eyes being too irritated by the perfume, I would have strangled him to death."

"Tomorrow will continue, so stop acting."

"……Oh"

"Don't be so reluctant."

"Yes." Hypatia said aggrievedly: "Brother, I was bullied just now. As a responsible brother, shouldn't you trouble him first?"

"You... well," said Mycroft.

Now that Moriarty was already energetic enough to tease the little girl, Mycroft naturally wouldn't let him waste medical resources, and naturally threw him back into the torture room.

When he saw Moriarty again, handcuffed to the back of the chair, he smiled mockingly at the thought of Mycroft, and said, "Come hit me."

Mycroft said, "As you wish." He took off his coat and waistcoat, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "I haven't exercised for a long time. Do you think I should use an umbrella or my fists?"

"Riding whip or impalement?"

Mycroft's face froze, the damned shaking M, and then he threw the back of his hand on his face, leaving a long scar on his face with the diamond ring.

Moriarty stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on his lips intoxicatedly, with a look of excitement in his eyes.

Mycroft flexed his wrist and it hurt, the umbrella was too expensive and the government wouldn't reimburse him for it, so he had to get another one, and he had to end up with a horsewhip.He picked up the whip, shook his wrist, and then whipped it down.

The whip specially made in the torture room is naturally not a sex toy. This thing does not have a generation gap on it, but it is also made of cowhide, soaked in spirits and then brought back.When it is drawn on a person, it feels like being cut by a knife.

But Moriarty was hit several times. Although he frowned occasionally, he still leaned back on the chair calmly, watching indifferently, as if it was someone else who was beaten.

Finally, he finally leaned weakly on the back of the chair and half-closed his eyes.Mycroft held him by the collar with some chagrin, shaking it a few times.

Moriarty opened his eyes and said weakly: "Mycroft, what else do you want? Insult me, torture me, ravage me?!"