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In the secret dark night, even the moonlight did not dare to disturb, Sherlock walked towards the swimming pool with calm and firm steps... Suddenly, he stopped and took a quick glance around the swimming pool, then put his hands on the swimming pool. Keep going calmly in your pocket.

Sherlock in a black coat quickly merged with the night...

The light in the swimming pool was dim, and Sherlock carefully analyzed the environment, but his footsteps did not hesitate.

Suddenly a glaring light blocked his sight, he raised his hand reflexively to cover his eyes, and then with a sound of "Pa-Pa--", the lights at the four corners of the swimming pool were lit up at the same time.

Sherlock quickly adapted to the light, put down his right hand that was used to block the light, and walked to the edge of the swimming pool without changing his breath.

The water in the swimming pool was sparkling under the strong light, and Sherlock's figure was not clearly projected in the water...

He looked down at the swimming pool, put his head on tiptoes, raised his mouth but there was no smile in his eyes: "Why did you hide again?"

"Boom——" Moriarty suddenly jumped in from another door. He was wearing a gray suit and opened his arms, with a nervous joy on his face: "Haha, I have a surprise for you."

Sherlock smacked his lips in disdain, then he looked at Moriarty who was diagonally opposite the pool and said, "I have received your surprise."

"How about a smile?"

Sherlock immediately twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a wrinkled smirk: "Is there any point in choosing here?"

Moriarty curled his lips in an "aggrieved" voice: "Why do you ask that?"

"Don't you just like to dramatize everything?"

"John seems to have said that too." Moriarty continued after a pause, "He said that I am more dramatic than you. I don't know if this is considered a compliment. After all, you have a high status in his heart."

Sherlock's expression changed slightly: "I don't want to repeat it a second time."

"But don't you think it's not fun without John?" Moriarty looked down at the ground, and suddenly, he looked up at Sherlock with hatred: "I also have a website, a crime inquiry website, but no one has ever come to find it. Never passed me...not once."

"Oh." Sherlock said with a "sorry" face: "What a pity."

"I've been looking for...looking for the same kind. In fact, I've been paying attention for a while, until...until John appeared." Moriarty smiled, showing a joyful expression: "He is almost perfect, and he can be with him You can communicate without being ridiculed by stupid people, and you can trust him without reservation, because... because as long as he recognizes you, even if you kill him, he will not complain."

Sherlock looked at Moriarty quietly, and said slowly, "What do you want?"

"I'm jealous, I'm really jealous. I planned to find a comparable opponent to play, but I didn't expect that your opponent would surpass me by so much without knowing it." Moriarty's eyes were full of viciousness, but his tone remained the same : "John is actually different from us. He can live a good life alone. He can see through the minds of ordinary people, which allows him to walk among the crowd without being rejected, and how he deals with those idiots. It’s also very good.”

With one side of Sherlock's expression, he said angrily, "Why do you always mention John?"

"Because I can't bear to destroy him, but because of you I have to destroy him."

"what?"

"How can you live like this? I understand that all of this is because of John, so I want you to go back to the past." Moriarty paused, and suddenly realized: "It's not going back to the past, but... and It's about losing everything."

"Oh." Sherlock snorted coldly, and said with a blank face: "You are challenging my patience, I think your language system includes human language, but you still can't understand me, it's me Overestimated you?"

"I really want to know what you will look like when you see his dead body?" Moriarty clasped his hands together and said with a sad face, "Will you shed tears?"

Sherlock pursed his lips and smiled lightly, and said without hesitation: "Do you want to know where he is?"

Moriarty's face changed slightly, and he immediately returned to a smiling expression: "I have a huge criminal network, and you only have a group of homeless people who provide information."

Sherlock pursed his lips and couldn't help but clenched his fists...

John hasn't had any contact with himself in the past few days, but... Mycroft won't mess things up.

But with his character, it's time to come back, even if he doesn't come back, there shouldn't be any movement.

He couldn't help taking out his phone from his coat, and immediately lowered his head and sent a text message to Mycroft: [Where is John? 】【I just received the information and suddenly lost it. 】

Sherlock's pupils locked instantly, and he pursed his lips forcefully: 【When were you so useless? 】Mycroft took the black tea made by Lestrade, stroked the bulldog in his arms, and casually replied to the text message: 【You know who John is better than me. Once he is out of complete control, You can't guarantee what he'll do either. 】【Do you think this justification has not lowered your IQ? 】【I have always suggested not to send him abroad, but you asked me to do so and promised that he would come back. In this situation, you also have to pay the responsibility. ] Mycroft paused, frowned uncontrollably, and quickly sent another text message: 【What are you doing? 】【You think I'll tell you anything else? 】Suddenly, Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth slightly inappropriately, but immediately retracted it when he looked at Moriarty.

Mycroft crossed his hands under his chin, propped his elbows on the red solid wood desk, and let out a heavy breath.

Lestrade took away the black tea, and looked at Mycroft hesitantly...

At this point, it's time to go home, eat, shower, and sleep, but Nick is still in Mycroft's arms, and Mycroft is in a state of anxiety...

He stepped forward, looked at Mycroft and said, "Sherlock, I suppose..."

Mycroft stood up suddenly, ignored Lestrade, and went directly to the window to make a phone call: "Find John, it's impossible to just disappear."

Lestrade looked at Mycroft, who looked anxious and worried, and swallowed his words resentfully, so he continued to look for a few books in the study.

But what happened to Sherlock?Is John missing?

...seems like a serious problem.

Mycroft glanced at Lestrade out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help curling up the corners of his mouth with a triumphant expression on his face... As for Sherlock?I have to find the things I lost by myself, and it's time to teach him a lesson.

At this moment, Sherlock is standing by the pool, facing Moriarty far away, the two of them have not spoken any more, just looking at each other quietly...

Moriarty twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, and broke the deadlock first: "Is that why you came here alone?"

"Your target is not a memory stick."

"Of course, I think you are well aware of that."

"so……"

"So what?"

Sherlock smiled lightly, shrugged slightly, put his hands back into his coat pockets, and looked at Moriarty calmly: "Let's talk about your criminal gang first?"

"I'm flattered at your sudden interest, but aren't you worried about John?"

"Don't take it for granted, many things are out of your control."

"I like things that are out of my control."

"I just like to have everything under my control."

Moriarty paused, with a smile on his face, looking sternly at the water in the pool: "What if this is the case?"

As soon as the words fell, a red spot of light suddenly appeared between Sherlock's eyebrows, and then several spots of light appeared in front of the heart and neck.

Sherlock said without changing his expression, "How do you know this is out of my control?"

"You're like this now?" Moriarty couldn't help laughing out, "Hehe, that's all you have. You didn't even bring a gun."

"Thank you for the reminder." Sherlock took out a black button switch from his coat pocket: "I don't know if you have checked the sewer of the swimming pool, do you think I just brought a missile plan to see you?"

Moriarty's expression changed suddenly, and the smile slowly faded from his face: "Where is John?"

Sherlock shrugged and said disdainfully, "You don't know everything."

"No, no... no." Moriarty laughed again: "You have not had any contact these days, even if you have installed explosives in the sewer, it is impossible for you to negotiate with me like this, so you You can't get anything at all."

"You think he went to Afghanistan because of the arms dealer?"

"They once got John."

"That's right, but he went with the missile plan." Sherlock threw the memory stick in his hand into the swimming pool: "Think about it again."

Moriarty looked at the memory stick that was slowly sinking into the water, his eyes gradually lost sight...Suddenly, his eyes focused on the surface of the water, with a ferocious expression on his face: "Did you deceive me through your cooperation?"

"To be precise, Sherlock also lied to me." Watson appeared on the diving platform of the swimming pool with a smile on his face. He was wearing a white suit that looked unusually abrupt under the strong light: "Do you need to explain, Mr. Sherlock?"

Sherlock chuckled, looked at Watson and blinked and said, "I'm happy to explain, but I don't like admitting mistakes in a crowd."

"You think it's a mistake too?"

"It's wrong for you, but there's nothing I can't control."

"Even if my loyalty is extremely pathological, you still have a way to use it reasonably without any side effects?"

"Don't be so stingy."

"I'm stingy?" Watson stared at Sherlock, bit his lip, "You'd better give me an explanation."

"You already know very well."

"Just forget it, I will never leave you!"

Sherlock pursed his lips and smiled triumphantly: "That's right."

Watson looked at Sherlock who needed a beating, and was furious. He squatted on the diving board, tried to look into Sherlock's eyes and said, "Why do you always need a beating like this?"

"I am very honored."

"Then I'll beat you to death."

"I mean it's an honor to have you back."

"Where can I go if I don't come back?"

"Have you nowhere to go?"

"Do I have somewhere to go?"

"That's such a pity, the arms dealers are all waiting for you to join."

Watson gave Sherlock a blank look, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down his anger: "Don't be so jealous, you didn't tell me anything beforehand."

"That's true, but I know you'll soon understand."

"Don't you think you're being self-willed and making everyone applaud?" Watson sneered, stood up and patted the folds of the suit mountain: "I admit that your emotional intelligence is indeed very high, if you need it... This need is undoubtedly winning or losing a war."

Sherlock lowered his head without looking at Watson, and said slowly, "Do you think so?"

"Perhaps you have a better explanation?"

"But it's the best choice for you to leave."

"It's true, whether it's for you, me, or even the overall situation, but..." Watson roared angrily, "Did you fucking take me seriously? It won't affect anything if you tell me first."

"I want to make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Fuck you foolproof!"

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This is the beginning of the real friction, but Juan Fu is not that unkind, he just chooses the best option, and he still cares about peanuts, but according to his pissing nature, it is an irreversible battle Misunderstanding and suspicion, Peanut must feel very hurt.