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Flip, fainted.

……

The figure stood in front of John, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, and when John finally closed his eyes under the effect of the medicine, he even laughed coldly.

"idiot."

John lay unconscious on the ground.

"...But it's still a bit of use value."

……

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When John opened his eyes again, he had no idea where he was.

His head ached and he was sick, and the feeling was so familiar that he felt for a moment that he was lying in his own bed in Baker Street (because he had felt that way once on a Thursday morning, and Sherlock said He is sick, but he has no memory at all).

But after a few seconds, most of the memories slowly came back, and John's heart sank suddenly.

—He was also kidnapped!And Sarah!

John looked up and looked around, it was an empty pipe, he was tied to a chair, and Sarah was tied to the chair next to him... For a moment, John felt that everything had a very familiar feeling. it feels like...

"Are you awake?" A very gentle voice sounded behind John.

John was startled, and subconsciously wanted to look back, but found that his posture was not enough to allow him to see the last place.

—but he must look back!Because that voice is Moriarty's!

"Don't try to turn back," Moriarty seemed to guess what John was doing at this moment, with a hint of a smile in his voice, "I'm not here, there's only one player here."

"What did you do?!" John felt his lungs were about to explode, "Where is Lalaji?! What did you do to Sarah?!"

"Oh, you're such a quick-tempered kid," said Moriarty. "If I were you, I'd be concerned about my own situation first."

John scolded without hesitation: "You bastard! Scum!"

"Thank you for the compliment," Moriarty said in a praised tone, "No wonder Sherlock likes being with you so much, it's really great to hear you praise someone."

"You pervert!" John yelled.

"It's up to you," Moriarty smiled, "but you really wronged me this time, and I didn't do anything."

"Then why am I here now? Why is Sarah here now?" John struggled desperately on the chair, he wanted to turn around, or let himself quickly get this broken rope...

Now he really regrets that he didn't learn how to escape from being tied up with those people when he joined the army!

"Well, maybe it's because I'm too attractive?" Moriarty said narcissistically, "Someone read about my deeds from your blog, and then that person thought I was a very attractive person , I wanted to experience the thrill of conquering me, so I told that person, if Sherlock could recognize that person's IQ, I would agree to play with that person... So, that person came to you."

"Are you mentally ill?!" John felt that he couldn't understand Moriarty's brain circuit—it was simply a different dimension!

"I took a mental test," Moriarty said with a hint of pride in his tone, "the test results proved that I am."

"..." John decided to give up communicating with him. Active escape is more important.

"And isn't this normal?" Moriarty said again unwilling to be lonely, "I gave up 3000 million to play a game with Sherlock, and let him help me when I want to get rid of my suitor Busy, I paid 3000 million yuan... although he didn't receive any money."

"..." John tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, turned his head to look at Sarah, and whispered, "Sarah? Sarah? Sarah! Wake up!"

"Stop barking, she won't wake up." Moriarty's voice came lazily.

"She won't wake up" these words hit John's heart so hard that he was so scared that he almost forgot to breathe!But Sarah's chest was beating regularly, making John slightly relieved.

"Sherlock is really too slow," Moriarty complained, "I promised that person that I would monitor the whole game, so I can't leave the screen right now...Little John, would you like to play a guessing game with me?" A small game? If you win, I can have someone untie the lady next to you and let her leave unharmed."

Panting heavily, John was silent for a few seconds before he opened his mouth and asked, "What game?" He had no choice.

"Come and find the difference," Moriarty said, "look around you, this scene is adapted from your blind banker's blog, look around you, if you can say a little bit and Even if it's a different place, even if you win...you have three chances."

John took a deep breath and began to observe the surrounding situation like Sherlock.

Same spot...same chair...John felt the rope around his wrists and sadly found that even this was the same!

"You have 1 minute to think about it," Moriarty added slowly, "If you can't answer after 1 minute..." Moriarty paused, and then said in a particularly helpless and sad tone, "I can't do anything. This kind of simple kidnapping is simply an insult to my IQ. Not even a sniper is prepared, so I can't even enjoy the fun of threatening."

"..."

While scolding Moriarty for being mentally ill in his heart, John spent the remaining minute looking at the situation around him, desperately trying to find the "different point".

"You still have 40 seconds." Moriarty seemed to accept his fate, and boredly helped John count down, "Little John, come on."

……

"30 seconds. By the way, do you remember the last time Sherlock came to see you? I think you said he was 'late' last time. Do you think he will be late this time?"

……

"20 seconds. Time always goes by so slowly, John, or let's stop now, I don't want to waste my precious time on such nonsense anymore."

……

"Ten seconds. John, you remember that I am true love for you. Look, I am willing to spend these ten seconds with you. If this is the case, then you should give up the remaining ten seconds for me... …Now, tell me what you find different? If you can't tell, I'm going to shoot Sherlock in the head."

"...Didn't you say that you didn't participate in this game?!" John almost wanted to curse, "What did you do to Sherlock!"

"I haven't had time to do anything yet," Moriarty said in a good mood, "but if you can't guess it, then I might have to do something... To be honest, I really don't want to Come on, playing games with Sherlock is so much more fun than sitting in front of a screen and watching the botches."

"You pervert!"

"Oh, thank you for the compliment," Moriarty said, "but I think you probably didn't mean it, so your three chances became two... Now, let me hear your first Wrong answer."

"No one pointed a gun at me this time and went through my wallet." John's breathing became heavier and heavier. He really didn't notice the difference at all. The person who arranged this scene simply arranged every detail The perfect fit!

"Wrong." Moriarty said in an "as expected" tone, "You still have one last chance, and it's up to you whether or not Sherlock's clever little brain can be kept...here Three seconds, three..."

John looked around the scene very quickly - there was no difference at all.

"two……"

John turned his head and looked at himself and Sarah beside him. Seeing that Sarah was still in a coma, he was even more anxious to die, but the next second——

A terrifying thought came to John's mind.

——He remembered who the person he saw before he fell into a coma looked like someone!

……

"A..." Moriarty asked, "Have you figured it out, Johnny?"

John still kept looking at Sarah as if he had seen something sensational. He didn't believe it... and he couldn't believe it, but...

"When all other possibilities have been ruled out and one remains, no matter how improbable, it is the truth."

John woke up suddenly, and he looked forward in disbelief, only to see a tall, thin man walking towards him from the opposite side.

——Sherlock appeared!

"John, last time you said I was 'too late'," Sherlock walked towards John with his hands in his pockets like an angel sent by God, "What about this time?"

"..." John couldn't say a word, until Sherlock came to his side and bent down to help him untie the rope, he suddenly said, "You... Moriarty said he found a Snipers are on your head!"

"He's lying to you," Sherlock said casually, "isn't he?"

"Hmm," Moriarty's voice sounded, "I didn't interfere in anything, I leave my suitor to you, Sherlock."

"No problem," Sherlock turned to look at the player, "how is your case going?"

"In progress."

"Really?" Sherlock hooked the corner of his mouth, "I'm looking forward to meeting you again."

"Maybe," said Moriarty lazily, "I've got other things to do lately, so you might not see me...but I