God made me miserable

For any international metropolis in the world, the coming of night never represents tranquility, but a prelude to prosperity.

London nights are no exception.

Outside, the streets full of traffic did not get depressed with the arrival of night, but became busier.The colorful billboards even dyed the white snowflakes falling from the sky.

Zoe was sitting in a restaurant in a bustling part of London. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass wall was a scene of heavy traffic, but the interior was silent.Silently looking at the snowy scene outside, her thoughts drifted away—if she hadn't come here, then she might be nestling in a warm dormitory with her roommate at this time, holding a computer and mobile phone to watch a certain super-English movie. The latest trailer, right?

I don't know if the screenwriter will abuse my Ni again.

"Isn't it to your liking?" Probably because Zooey had stared at the snowy scene outside for too long, the man sitting opposite her finally spoke. "Is someone going to give you another order?" Before the voice fell, the waiter who had been paying attention to the situation of the guests was ready to step forward to reorder the female guests--the guests brought by Mr. Moriarty could not Neglect, even if the specialty dishes prepared by the head chef of his own restaurant are rejected.

"No need." The man's voice pulled back Zoe's thoughts.Probably because of the kind persuasion of the big detective today, or maybe because she witnessed the death of a person for the first time in her life, Zoe was always a little distracted from the moment she sat down.

"Miss, this lobster pie is the chef's special recommendation today, why don't you try it?" The waiter recommended the meal to the girl who seemed to have no appetite under the gesture of the male customer.

"No need." Zooey shook her head, and turned her gaze back to the man who was looking at her across the table. "Professor Moriarty, who will take over the course taught by Professor Midas?" Professor Midas is dead, so the course will naturally be replaced.

"Worried about your credits?" Moriarty, who had a good appetite tonight, shook the cup in his hand, as if he didn't feel anything about Zoe's emotionless tone when he talked about the dead Midas wrong. "It should be...Kingsley." Moriarty gave the answer almost immediately after going through the names of several professors in the Girls' Academy.

"Professor Kingsley?" Zooey also did a lot of homework this month. "I heard that Professor Kingsley is very lenient in scoring." A teacher who gives generous marks is always welcomed by students, no matter what school it is.

"I thought you liked Midas very much." Putting the wine glass back on the table, Moriarty ignored the girl's previous refusal, and signaled the waiter to serve Zoe again, "After all, you spent several I will seriously ask him for advice in a few days." Although he has been dealing with the mess caused by the two Holmes brothers this week, Moriarty is still very clear about what Zoe has done. "When did you find out?"

"Do you mean discovering Mr. Assistant's secret, or Professor Meadows' secret?" Zooey took a sip of the champagne in the glass, perhaps because of the special magic power of snowy nights, she suddenly felt homesick now.

"When I went to see Professor Meadows one day, Mr. Assistant did not look back at me, but observed me through the reflection in the vase in front of him." This discovery was purely accidental. "How can a person who has been working as a secretary and clerk for many years have such a small action?" It is clearly a conditioned reflex left after years of training, and the assistant may not even notice it. ?

"So you suspect that he is going to kill Midas?" Moriarty raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly.

"No," Zoe shook her head, "Mr. Assistant is a former DEA member. His daughter disappeared three years ago, and when she was found..." Thinking of that news, she felt both ironic and chilling.A meritorious detective was devoted to his duties but could not protect his family. "The heartbroken father resigned from the police station and no one has seen him since." Half a month later, Mr. Assistant appeared in London.

"But..." After letting the waiter change the dishes, Zooey looked at the man in front of her who had been staring at her with a half-smile, and shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "Didn't Professor Moriarty already know about these things?" ?”

"Did I know?" Moriarty didn't even feel the slightest bit about Midas' death.

"The information I found...wasn't it all professor, you asked someone to disclose it to me?" She had only woken up in this world for a month, and the information of a former DEA agent was top secret, so how could she easily check it out? get?

In addition, the old news about the abandoned corpse case was almost placed in front of her eyes.

"This lobster pie and seafood soup are the chef's specialty dishes, you should try them." Without admitting or denying them, Moriarty beckoned the girl opposite to try the new dishes.

Allowing the waiter to change the plates for herself, Zooey turned her head and looked at the restaurant—her and Moriarty's positions were blocked by a delicate screen, forming a quiet corner. "Honestly, Professor Moriarty, I'm relieved." She picked up the fork and put the food in her mouth.

"Huh?" Moriarty raised his eyebrows inexplicably.

"You didn't help Midas." If the criminal master really made a move, how could the poor father have the chance to kill his enemy?

"Your father used to admire Meadows, too." Charlie Meadows was an excellent economist.

"We admire his knowledge, but despise his character. The two are not contradictory." Because of Midas's high knowledge, she looked down on him even more when she found out what the old professor had done. "He could have been a respected scholar in peace, but he was willing to degenerate." It's self-inflicted.

"It sounds like you despise his behavior." There was no joy on Moriarty's face.

"Of course." Zoe was not afraid, "Human trafficking, the vast majority of victims are women and children. It's okay for Meadows to find an outlet for his inner darkness, but he chose to use it on unarmed girls." Committing those crimes should be thought of today."

"He only dared to attack the weak. Meadows didn't even have the courage to fight with an opponent of the same level. He only dared to pick a victim from the cage that had been tortured to death."

Exquisite screens block most of the sightlines in the restaurant lobby. This specially isolated location can meet the privacy needs of guests without being too closed like a box.Moriarty's eyes flicked from the decorative sconces on the dining room wall to the girl across the table.

Under the warm yellow light, the long golden hair has a hazy beauty, but the girl's dark eyes are bright.On the slender wrist is a blood-red diamond bracelet, and the white skin is more delicate against the ruby.

Outside the restaurant, white snowflakes are falling from the sky, and the flying tracks are illuminated by the lights not far away.In the restaurant, the blond girl had a sweet voice and a bright smile, but the words she blurted out were so merciless and tinged with cruelty.

Just like a little lion.

The master criminal swirled the wine in his glass, and suddenly felt that the girl sitting across from him looked like the pet he saw at a business partner's a few days ago.

Golden fur, emotionless pupils, and graceful steps.

No, maybe her character is more like a little leopard?

The separated corner fell silent again, and the two people across the table did not speak.

Still too small.

Moriarty nodded.

Like a little leopard who has just been born, barely mastering the necessary skills for survival, but still unable to master them proficiently.Dangerous nails hide and appear in the claws, but the owner of the claws has not yet learned how to use them skillfully.The sharp teeth were exposed during the play, but the fatal blow was delayed.

"Zoe", on a whim, Moriarty suddenly wanted to see the little leopard grow up under his training. "Mids is dead, do you want a... new professor?" He used "mentor" instead of anything else.

Mentor?Does Moriarty want to be his life mentor?

Zooey picked up the wine glass and leaned back in the chair.

"Someone told me today that you are too dangerous, maybe I should listen to him." Out of the corner of my eye, there seemed to be a fire not far away, Zoe looked over suspiciously, and then stood up unconsciously - where is the fire, clearly It was a blast.

"And?" The master criminal also stood up following the girl's movement, "Oh, Mycroft is busy." Standing beside Zoe, his tone was only joking.

"...and?" Zooey turned her body sideways and looked up at the man who was close at hand.

"...Ha, Zoe, are you evaluating my ability?" Moriarty understood the meaning conveyed in the girl's eyes, and felt that this newborn leopard was really proud and bold, " I'm James Moriarty." He lowered his head, with shock in his eyes.

"It's not easy to be a mentor, Professor Moriarty." Zooey is not afraid, the villains are all jittery, so they must not masturbate.

"Then what do you want?" Moriarty slowly bent down and looked at Zoe.

"Showme", one hand was placed on the man's chest, and Zooey used this point of strength to tiptoe and leaned towards the man's ear, "showmeyourworldfirst, myprofessor."

The author has something to say: everyone, I'm back!The daily update will resume from today, and your claws are a hero of the daily update again!

Write a small theater to ask for messages and flowers.

Zoe: Open up, open up, I touched Mo Niang's small breasts today, and it feels pretty good. The benefits of time travel are still okay (nodding sharply.gif)

Mysterious voice: I see the author committing suicide every day, it's terrible if this f*ck is played off! (pat thigh.gif)

Mo Niang who was licked: The student is a little leopard who only likes to lick oil, but I still like it very much (smile.jpg)

Mysterious voice: (pointing to the .gif upstairs) There is a kind of you, don't blacken it!