[Moriarty Worrying About the Country + Tutor] Utopia

William never expected that things would develop to this point.

He had imagined a lot about his own ending, but the final ending was nothing more than ending his criminal life as the crime secretary, so when he fell from London Bridge, he never thought that he would live.

His hands were already stained with blood, which couldn't be washed off or covered up.

The SCR has no right to judge anyone, he's guilty, he's doomed to hell.

but……

"Why... why did you save me?"

"Rescue you?" Arnold sneered, noncommittal to William's doubts, "I just said, Mr. William James Moriarty, you were arrested by me."

The young man with blond hair and red eyes sat on the bed, stared up at the chief of the intelligence department who stood in front of the bed with a stern face, smiled, and asked softly, "Are you going to hand me over to the House of Lords for trial?"

"What I plan to do has nothing to do with you, Mr. Moriarty," Arnold said unhurriedly, with a bit of sarcasm in his tone, "Also, the handcuffs are specially made, you can't untie them, and now you are me captive, your life and death can only be decided by me."

Does this mean to forcefully keep yourself?

William understood the subtext of the other party, and opened his eyes involuntarily: "But, Arnold..."

"Don't worry, the hands of those trash can't reach here, and the kid from the Sherlock Holmes family is fine, you don't have to worry about it," Arnold knew what the other party wanted to say, and cut off William's words roughly. There was a chill, "So you just stay here honestly... Without my permission, no one will come over."

After Arnold said this, William finally had the feeling that he was a prisoner,

In the end he just nodded and said calmly, "I see."

……

Thus, William lived a life under house arrest.

The days of house arrest were not too difficult. Although Arnold forbade William from contacting anyone or outside information, he thoughtfully sent someone to prepare a book he liked to read in the study room, and even some pens and paper, so that he could do calculations and do research. The three meals a day are all his favorite tastes.

William's range of activities is limited. The house where he is placed under house arrest is a two-story villa overlooking the sea. There is a small courtyard outside. William occasionally sits on a chair under the shade of a tree in the courtyard on a sunny afternoon. , looking at the blue sky in a daze.

Occasionally, a few white seagulls would fly by and even land in the courtyard, looking curiously at the blond young man sitting in the courtyard.

No need to plan, no need to kill, temporarily abandon the guilt and self-loathing, just sit there and enjoy this rare quiet moment.

Only at this time did William really feel that he was still alive.

As Arnold said, during the half month of living in this villa, William didn't see anyone, including Arnold himself, and even the person who delivered the food quietly put down the food while he was not paying attention and then left.This villa seemed to be torn apart out of thin air, and he was forgotten by the world.

Sometimes, William would even forget his identity as a prisoner, as if he had lived here, as an ordinary person, not a crime minister with blood on his hands... But at this time, the cold touch on his wrist would ruthlessly remind him All this is just his own fantasy.

William didn't know how long he would be locked here, and he didn't know how Arnold would deal with him in the future. As Arnold said, his life already belonged to the other party, and how to deal with it was the other party's headache.

All he can do now is to live like this until... the day when the other party judges him.

……

William didn't wait for Arnold, but he did wait for an unexpected guest.

It was a sunny afternoon. After lunch, William came to the courtyard as usual. He lazily leaned on the rocking chair, drowsy, and the overly peaceful life more or less obliterated some of his vigilance. , When he came back to his senses, a figure that blocked most of the sunlight stood in front of him.

"Hello," the other party's appearance is between a teenager and a young man, and his face is still a bit green. His hair is a vibrant light green, his right eye is lazily closed, and there is a thunderbolt on his cheek. Even the tone of the speech was a bit scattered, "Are you the unlucky ghost who was robbed by Arnold in the legend?"

……

William:  …

William showed a polite but awkward smile: "Excuse me, are you?"

The other party ruthlessly rubbed his disheveled hair, and said with a bit of irritability: "This uncle is Lambo Bovino... Hey, if Arnold really forces you, tell this uncle, this uncle will make the decision for you ...Even if you can't beat him, you still have Giotto."

William...William didn't know what expression to put on, but for the sake of his old friend's innocence, he sighed and explained: "You misunderstood, Arnold didn't force me, I was just a criminal caught by him."

"Impossible!" Lan Bao flatly denied, pointing to the handcuffs on William's hands, "Arnold loves his handcuffs, even criminals can't wear them all the time..."

William subconsciously glanced at the handcuffs. The handcuffs have never been taken off since they were put on. At first he thought he would not be used to this feeling, but later he discovered that the iron chains between the handcuffs can be extended freely, and it is not too big. Impact.

Lan Bao didn't seem to notice his ecstasy, and just continued to babble: "This is the weapon of that guy Arnold. We were shocked when we saw him beat someone with his bare hands a few days ago. Giotto asked him why he didn't use it. When the handcuffs were in handcuffs, that guy actually said [it has nothing to do with you] with a cold face, so angry that G almost fought him..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help laughing triumphantly: "Fortunately, my uncle is smart. After so many days of research, he finally discovered the secret of Arnold..."

"Lanbao, so you have been secretly following Arnold these days."

"Who said that! My uncle didn't follow Arnold!!!" Hearing a strange male voice suddenly speak, Lan Bao was so frightened that he almost jumped up, and he was relieved when he saw who was coming, and resumed his original With a lazy look, "...it's you, Nakel."

The young priest showed William a slightly apologetic smile: "Meet you again, Mr. Moriarty, a priest in Lower Knuckle, sorry to disturb you."

William shook his head, a little puzzled: "I didn't bother you, Mr. Nucker, what you mean by meeting again...?"

"Yes, you were in a coma due to serious injuries, so you didn't know my existence," Nucker suddenly realized, and then explained, "Arnold found me in a hurry more than half a month ago, and asked me to go to England with him to save someone Speaking of which, it was also the first time I saw Arnold showing that expression."

William froze.

"I don't know what you've been through, so I'm planning to give up my life," said the former boxer who had converted to God by sealing his fists for atonement. Looking at the blond young man in front of him, he seemed to see the shadow of himself in the past, and he couldn't help showing a helpless look. With an expression on his face, he persuaded softly, "Death is not atonement, but an escape. If you really decide to atone, choose to live. Only by living can you have infinite possibilities. Although Arnold didn't say it, but I can It feels... that he wants you to live."

Lan Bao was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but whispered to Nucker: "Are you sure you're talking about Arnold?"

"Lanbao, you are still young and don't understand these things," Nucker sighed helplessly, "If you saw Arnold that night with your own eyes, you wouldn't deny my judgment."

……

After more than half a month, Nucker still clearly remembers the scene at that time. At that time, Arnold and he rushed to London at the fastest speed, but they were still one step too late. His face was so gloomy and terrifying, the purple cloud-attributed flames burst out almost uncontrollably, if he hadn't tried his best to stop it, I'm afraid...

After all, Arnold is still a well-trained intelligence officer. After calming down, he quickly went to the lower reaches of the Thames to fish for people. Nucker was a step late. When he arrived, Arnold had already swam up from the Thames with William in his arms.

"Arnold..." Nucker was stunned when he saw the other party's expression clearly.

The icy blue eyes of the chief intelligence officer of the British Empire contained unprecedented complex emotions, mixed with anger, remorse, and...fear.

At that moment, Naker even thought he had misread it.

"Nackel."

The other party's voice was as calm as ever, he said.

"--save him."

……

The pupils of the crimson eyes suddenly shrank.

William lowered his eyes, and his voice was dry: "I thought, Arnold..."

"Nackel."

A cold, familiar voice suddenly sounded.

"You talk too much."

The author has something to say:

I thought it would be finished ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! !

Why haven't I finished it yet! ! ! 【Hold your head and cry】

At least one chapter at the end, if there is an extra chapter, there will be another chapter...

So here comes the question, what is the title of the next chapter...

Epilogue?

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Yomo animation is over, I can't bear to woo woo woo... Really don't think about being an ova for students and rest days? woo woo, theatrical version is also possible...

Today is the 100th anniversary of the founding of the party, happy birthday to the party!

And the Italian party branch is about to be established [not]

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There is a little easter egg... The little professor lives alone in the villa... Then the question arises, who gave him the food so that he didn't find out [狗头]

And why did Arnold prepare his favorite books【Devil Whispers】

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The next book originally wanted to open a pure white taboo...but when I was bored searching for articles tonight, I suddenly found that the setting of a book collided with me. Huh, I'm struggling whether to open it or not...

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Ask for comments, please collect, woo woo woo

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感谢在2021-06-2013:09:33~2021-07-0122:58:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: Fanfan No. 1, [-] bottle of Usami Qingxian;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!