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Jasmine, who stayed where she was, bit her lips tightly, her brown pupils were filled with moisture...Suddenly, she turned around and ran upstairs with all her might.

Watson immediately came out from the corner... But, he froze on the spot, constantly shaking his eyes, looking at the stairs going up and down...

Go after Molly, or go after Jim?

Forget it, Sherlock doesn't like it anyway, why not go and see this strange Jim.

Watson took a step forward, resting his right hand on the handrail of the stairs, using his strength to jump and sit on the handrail, he quickly slid down...

After chasing to the gate of Barts Hospital, Watson jumped off the handrail, walked to the gate, and squatted down slowly to carefully examine the footprints on the ground.

According to Jim's speed just now, he should be able to catch up... And the footprints are broken at the gate, which is too unreasonable, unless he is a bird with wings.

A figure flashed across the oblique corner of his right line of sight. Watson squinted his eyes, but couldn't see clearly...

Watson straightened his body, chased after him with a stride, and quickly shuttled through the woods of Barts Hospital!

Today's sunshine is the best in the past week. It is always easy to blur people's vision into a piece of white light. Coupled with the blocking of trees, there is always a feeling that Jim is close at hand, but far away.

Watson was stunned, no...

How can there be such a big sunlight at this time, it is clear that Jim is using the angle formed by the sunlight, the woods and the direction of running to create a blind spot for his vision.

He tensed his muscles and forcibly stopped his running body...

No, there must be fraud. Could this Jim be Moriarty?

Watson turned around immediately, and suddenly a black shadow covered his head, and his vision was immediately blocked!

Taking advantage of the last glimmer of light, he saw that the person in front of him was Jim...

There was a bright smile on Jim's face, so bright that his whole face wrinkled together. He squatted down slowly, holding a needle in his hand, and looked at Watson, who was covered by a black cloth and pinned down by a big man. : "I really can't bear it, I like you and Sherlock very much, but you are more bloody than him... two different flavors."

"Oh!" Watson smiled disdainfully: "Do you think you are eating chocolate? How old are you?"

"Good kids get chocolate as a reward."

"You think you're a good boy?"

"Satan will think I'm a good boy."

"It's a good thing you're self-aware. Are you Moriarty?"

"Hmm." Moriarty shrugged helplessly, then placed the cold needle on Watson's cheek, and gently moved the needle: "It's hard to believe you like Bach."

"why?"

"His music is always so vibrant, full of humanity, and ridiculously humanitarian..." Moriarty paused, the muscles on his face slowly tightened, and suddenly twisted into a terrifying hideousness: "Still Unyielding to a better life? Haha... Don't you think Beethoven's music is beautiful?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about, so what if I like Bach?"

Moriarty clenched the hand holding the needle involuntarily, his facial muscles twitched constantly, and he pulled out a painful smile: "Mozart brought people laughter, Beethoven brought people the wrath of God, and Bach Tell people that God praises the good and the good."

Feeling the needles slowly pierce the skin, Watson twisted his body vigorously, trying to get out of Moriarty's control: "Your understanding is wrong, even Beethoven is telling people that there is still... hope in this world... ..."

Watson seemed to have returned to that sunny afternoon...

In the yard behind the hut, there is a big banyan tree, which is in midsummer, with a few sparrows standing on the branches.

"Dangdang——" There was a piano sound that vented anger from the house, which disturbed the sparrows on the branches, and they fled quickly with flapping wings.

"You don't want to learn the piano, why do you let your mother buy it?" Standing beside the piano was a little girl carved in pink and jade, her big eyes were like a clear spring.

"Sister, it's because the chubby guy next door always bullies me, and I want to beat him in the province's piano competition." The five-year-old boy puffed his cheeks and said angrily.

"That's because you are smarter than others, so they are afraid of you, so they alienate you. In fact, they dare not bully you at all."

"You're smart too, why do you always have so many friends and I don't?"

"It's okay, sister will always be with you!" The little girl smiled and rubbed the little boy's head, picked up the violin next to her and said lovingly: "Sister is with you, let's play Bach's pieces..." "Concerto", it will be Mom and Dad's wedding anniversary in a few days."

Just as Watson fell into the memories and couldn't extricate himself, there was a burning pain on his cheek!

"Hiss—" Watson cried out in pain, and finally came back to his senses.

It turns out that my sister planted the seed of hope for herself 20 years ago...

Moriarty is right, liking Bach is actually yearning for the future!

Moriarty looked down at the blood on Watson's cheek, and the ferocious expression immediately disappeared, replaced by a deep apology.

With a bewildered expression, he was like a child who did something wrong: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...Sorry, don't blame me, okay?"

As he spoke, Moriarty vigorously wiped off the blood on Watson's face with his palm, looking very embarrassed!

Watson exhaled forcefully: "Didn't your psychiatrist prescribe you any medicine?"

"No..." Moriarty paused, stood up slowly, and said blankly, "My first psychiatrist always looked down on me because I was an orphan. After I got to school, they always laughed at me. I'm a fool."

"Oh, what a pity, to be laughed at by a bunch of fools is fools."

Moriarty smiled, and instantly became extremely excited: "You think so too? So... I found a way to not be discovered, and let them all go to see God."

Watson frowned and asked, "Will you kill people from then on?"

"No, I chose a brighter path. I abandoned God and satan welcomed me."

Watson curled his lips helplessly: "Another person who likes to make everything dramatic."

"That's because the world is so boring, why aren't horned demons walking on the streets? So I understand Sherlock's feelings very well."

"Don't you think your acting *personality is too strong?"

Moriarty shrugged, smiled and said, "Maybe..." Moriarty held up the needle and plunged it into Watson's vein.

In less than a second, Watson felt that his thoughts were out of control, and he suddenly fell into a real darkness...

"Tick tock, tick tock..." The sound of water slowly seeping down from the roof, the sound seemed very abrupt in the quiet environment, but it was extremely soothing.

Watson had already stayed in this musty-smelling basement for a day and a night, and the cold concrete floor cooled his irritable mood anytime and anywhere.

His hands and feet were bound by a thin iron chain, and he lay quietly on the ground, staring at the ray of light coming through the iron gate.

Although this ray of light is like a pebble thrown into the sea, it cannot dispel the darkness here...but it's better than nothing...

"Crackling——" The moss-covered iron door was slowly pushed open, and the light outside the door broke through the dark environment, finally illuminating everything in the basement.

Moriarty walked in slowly, holding a chair in his hand. He gently put the chair down, and crouched beside Watson with a hard-covered book in his arms.

He stretched out his hand to lift Watson's chin, looked at his lips covered in blood and bite marks, and said with pity: "You are not as good as I was back then. The same chains that bound you have also bound me. I stayed in the basement for up to a month."

Watson glanced at Moriarty, and slowly turned his head away, but the slight twitching of his shoulders betrayed his calmness...

Yes, I am afraid of closed environments.

"You're such a pervert."

"I'm not a pervert. The family who adopted me like to abuse children... Do you know why?"

"why?"

"Because..." Moriarty paused, turned around and sat on the chair, and opened the book in his hand: "You are boring, right? Let me tell you a story."

Moriarty's storytelling is very vivid and lifelike, and he can also imitate the voices of many characters... However, Watson, who has not taken a drop of water, only feels extremely irritable.

He tried to open his eyes, looked at Moriarty motionlessly, and bit his lips tightly...

Don't beg for mercy from Moriarty, drink your own blood if you're thirsty!

"... Thor deeply understood the power of the giant snake, and immediately threw Thor's Hammer at Jormungandr... The poison of the giant snake also penetrated Thor's body, and in the end, both sides died..." Moriarty slowly He closed the book and looked at Watson with a smile: "Did I explain it well?"

"Whether you want to be Sol or Jormungandr, there will be no good results for both."

Moriarty shrugged and said, "Oh, I don't want to be anyone."

"But, this is Norse mythology."

"so what?"

Watson said weakly: "Norse mythology always carries the fatalism of tragic heroes, and the gods always have their twilight."

"Yes, there is always dusk."

"Why do you lock me up? I don't want to play Norse mythology with you."

Watson was very irritable, he bit his lip again, his body tensed...

Psychoanalysis can't get useful information for him, even with Sherlock's basic deductive method, it's hard to find flaws in Moriarty!

"Don't you think I have a lot to talk about? We can talk about music and fairy tales..." Moriarty paused, and suddenly became very excited, and said in a child's tone: "We can do a lot of things together, And not be thrown in a dungeon by Mycroft."

Watson gritted his teeth, and said word by word, "I'm not interested!"

"Don't you really think about it?" Moriarty puffed his cheeks, his expression was lonely, but his eyes were clear.

"Need not!"

"Ding ding——" Moriarty took out his mobile phone from his suit pocket, and he looked down at the text message: "Oh, in this case, I can only leave."

With that said, Moriarty turned around and left neatly...

"Wait, what are you going to do?" Watson shouted.

"Your master is coming, so I have no choice but to leave."

Watson was taken aback for a moment, then widened his eyes...

Sherlock?Could this be Moriarty's trick?

He yelled in horror, "What the fuck did you do?"

"Don't be angry, I'm just... just playing a game with him."

"What the hell are you going to do to Sherlock? What are you going to do to Sherlock?" Watson yelled hysterically.

"Your master will be delighted to see it."

Suddenly, Watson fell into silence... After a while, he suddenly raised his head with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

"Whatever you want to do with me, I tell you. You're not going to get it."

"why?"

"Because I can die at any time!" Watson said with a sneer.

The complacent expression on Moriarty's face instantly turned to ashes... He looked at Watson in disbelief, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

"Hehe..." Watson couldn't help laughing when he saw the expression on Moriarty's face, bloodthirsty destruction was in his eyes.

The two just stared at each other motionlessly... the only sound left in the basement was breathing and water droplets.

The author has something to say: Well... Peanut doesn't even care about his life. Did you create such a relationship, Sherlock? Did you create it?

Mo Niang is also a poor child, what to do if she is swollen, so sad QAQ...