Chinese food saves the world

Moriarty looked at the white and tender face of the Asian girl and the coconut shell on her hand, and didn't want to admit that he was "shocked" by this little detective who didn't follow the rules. He even wanted to put her in prison. The glass room with a bow tie brings him a candy-like pastime to the lifeless world.

Hollett looked at the head of a criminal organization full of drama and unpredictable emotions in his eyes. As the criminal king of the underground forces in Europe, almost half of the cases in London City were inseparable from him, but he never Miss, let alone leave any clues enough to be arrested.

Sherlock Holmes' British Browning is still aimed at Moriarty, which seems to displease him a bit, after all, it makes him look like he is at a disadvantage.

Moriarty put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at the consulting detective, his eyes full of murderous intent, "I just want to chat with your partner, but you have to pull the bolt and threaten me—"

His round and big brown eyes were full of darkness and emptiness, and his palm flicked across the air. In an instant, more than ten beams of red light from infrared sights were aimed at Sherlock and Holliday.

Moriarty actually showed a cute smile, "Be good, there are ten top European assassins targeting you right now."

But Hao Leti seemed to be completely unaffected by the red light aimed at her heart. After eating the last bite of coconut jelly, she seemed to feel a little thirsty, and even took out a cup of warm caramel jelly milk tea from her small bag.

It is undoubtedly cold in London in January, but the warm and smooth milk tea, with steam curling up in the winter night, even the air began to overflow with the unique mellow aroma of milk tea.

The caramel is fragrant and sweet, and the grass jelly is soft and tender. When paired with milk tea with a pleasant aroma, it is like poisoning in the middle of the night.

Moriarty couldn't figure out what this girl was thinking. Did she go on an outing to the murder scene in the middle of the night?

What's more, she actually hiccupped in satisfaction.

On a windy London winter night, Moriarty and his men ambushing around, endured the shivering cold temperature, and began to doubt life—why did they appear on Whitehall Street tonight, to witness the scene of poisoning in the middle of the night? Eat broadcast?

It is not a day or two for Moriarty to try to make an enemy of Sherlock Holmes, and his eyes are all over Great Britain, and even Scotland Yard has several agents driven by him, so he knew the current situation almost immediately. The handover of the case happened on Whitehall Street in the evening, and based on his understanding of the consulting detective, he would never let it go, and he was willing to put the case aside and let it go.

That's why Moriarty appeared here, ready to cause some little trouble for Holmes. Who knew that the partner of the consulting detective acted so unreasonably, first threatened him strangely, and now left him aside as a third-rate display.

Moriarty obviously didn't like to be ignored. He enjoyed the pleasure of doing evil in the eyes of all the people. He frowned and said in a low voice, "Is the dessert in your arms more important than your own life?"

Hollett gave him a displeased look, as if she was too lazy to answer him, and then ignored the red aiming light of the rifle again, jumped off the seat and came to Sherlock Holmes, her petite figure completely hid behind the consulting detective, in Morley From Artie's angle, she could only see her exposed side face, "Xiali, I'm going back to Baker Street, I'm a little sleepy."

Oulos' birthday dinner, plus a large portion of coconut jelly, and even half a cup of warm caramel milk tea, inevitably made her a little sleepy. is normal.

Hollett pinches the sleeve of Sherlock's suit with her fingers. The contrast between the black fabric and white fingers is strong. The detective's posture of holding the gun shows a strong aura. It is not exaggerated but the muscles with beautiful lines are tight and full of masculine charm. The suit The clothes are dangling on the sides, making the waist look thin and powerful.

Sherlock is more than six feet tall, and when standing in front of Heletty, he is a complete protector. Not only that, he also ignored the assassins who aimed at him, frowning and taught Heletty, "You can't always eat enough Just go to bed, the body’s tissues and organs metabolize slowly during sleep, which will not only easily lead to indigestion and inability to absorb protein, but will even cause burden and toxic stimulation to the liver, kidney and brain.”

Mr. Detective, who eats earthy black coffee for three meals a day and often doesn't even sleep, is really bluffing people with what he says. Those who don't know think he is an expert in health preservation.

And Hao Leti, who has super self-healing ability and has been able to ignore all damage to the body by relying on her identity as the highest host in the universe, is a little willful and threatens him with her white teeth, "But I'm just sleepy."

Sherlock looked at her, frowning, looking very ruthless, but in the end he was defeated, "You are such a troublesome spirit."

Napoleon of the criminal world who has been ignored all the way: excuseme?When I die?

Moriarty approached the two of them, his footsteps were very rhythmic, as if he could dance to the music at any time, he was about to speak out the terrorist threat he was best at, but was interrupted by the phone ringing suddenly in Hollett's pocket broken.

Holliday took out her mobile phone, and the caller ID was her roommate Steven Rogers. She pressed the answer button and yawned, "Honey—"

With an eight-hour time difference, it was dinner time in Los Angeles, and before Steven on the phone could say anything, someone snatched the phone and pressed the speakerphone directly.

Hao Leti heard the voice of the richest man in the United States, "When will you come back, baby? The Chinese restaurant has been completely renovated. The new tables and chairs are exactly the same as before. I sent someone to deliver them by special plane."

Master Wayne next to him interjected, "Isn't it the source of goods I provided?"

The two seemed to be pushed away quickly, and it was the glamorous beauty Harley Quinn, "Honey, don't you miss your cute little psycho?"

Before Heletty answered, the speaker on the other side of the phone changed again, this time it was Hydra and the leader of the Brotherhood, "Heletty, Mordok and General Ross, William Stryker will pay all their net worth as Your mental damage fee, will this make you feel better? How about the Chinese restaurant open as scheduled tomorrow?"

Following this question, the diners sitting around the Chinese restaurant held their breaths, waiting for the restaurant owner's answer.

Not only were they imprisoned for trial, but they were also pressured by the pros and cons of various forces. Mordoke, Ross and Stryker, who could not even keep the family property they had accumulated for many years, faced the evil forces of the Chinese restaurant. Only after getting into the sea water will he provoke the Chinese restaurant owner.

On Whitehall Street in London, Heletty yawned again, "I will fly back to the City of Angels after I wake up, and if all goes well, the Chinese restaurant will open at noon tomorrow."

The hungry diners in Pasadena almost clapped their hands and cheered, "Then you go to bed—"

After all, you have to go to bed early to get up early, which is related to whether the Chinese restaurant will be open as usual tomorrow.

Hollett looked at Moriarty, who was only a few steps away from her, "But now someone has found ten top European assassins to shoot at me, and he is delaying my sleep time."

"What? Shoot and aim? Who is doing the trouble again?" The diners in the Chinese restaurant raised their voices immediately.

Hollett's tone was innocent, "Professor James Moriarty, known as the Napoleon of crime."

Moriarty looked at her in disbelief—why does this detective partner always play cards out of routine?Threatening him first, then ignoring him indifferently, and now starting to sue him again?

He immediately thought of the famous diners of the Chinese restaurant owner. Although they were not strong enough to suppress him, they seemed to be enough to make him suffer for a few days if they joined forces to make trouble.

"Don't worry, I can handle these small problems." Hollett ended the call with her Chinese restaurant friend, and looked at the crime boss again. She was a little impatient because of sleepiness, "If you don't want to have bad luck under the eyes of everyone, it's best Get away from daddy."

Moriarty faced the young and arrogant Asian girl, and was about to refute that he was the father of the British underground forces, but suddenly found that he was controlled by a powerful force, not only could not move his body, he could not even make a sound.

After Hollett used her mental power to control Moriarty and his subordinates who were ambushing nearby, she looked back at the consulting detective, "Take me back to 221B Baker Street, I need a big bed and a warm quilt."

So Sherlock didn't even have a chance to beat up his opponent. He just watched the criminal expert who was so arrogant just now being dealt with by Hollett, and he was poked in place like a stone, "You are really more simple and rude."

Hollett hummed unhappily, "I'm sleepy—"

"I'll carry you back." The consulting detective was so talkative at this moment, if the Scotland Yard agent saw it, his jaw would drop in shock.

And Holliday didn't jump directly on his broad and strong back, but walked towards Moriarty carrying a coconut shell. Although Moriarty couldn't move his body, he was still conscious. He actually saw this petite girl holding a coconut shell. The shell gestured next to his head, as if studying how hard it could be broken.

Moriarty's beautiful honey-colored eyes stared round, and Heletty looked at him, and actually put the coconut shell on his head. She smiled not to mention how sweet, and her red lips opened and closed when she spoke, showing Beautiful little white teeth, "a foolish king of crime."

Moriarty: Me?Top gifted mathematician?Napoleon of the criminal world?Head of the European Villains?An epoch-making criminal genius?How silly? !