God made me miserable

For a modern metropolis, the colorful night scene is sometimes more charming than the daytime scene.London is no exception.

Bright street lamps, never-ending billboards, decorative lights on buildings, and windows of every household join together to form a beautiful picture.The arrival of night seems to be just to add atmosphere to this gorgeous picture scroll.

People appreciate the beautiful scenery that represents prosperity, but under the gorgeous lights, no one pays attention to the dark "blank" place.

At this moment, in a high-end apartment building located in a prosperous part of London, in a room covered by thick curtains, a scene that no one pays attention to is slowly opening.

The faint light from the gap in the curtains allowed Zooey to barely see the outline of the furniture in the room.Just by the window, the soft chair she likes to curl up in when she reads before going to bed, and a black men's suit jacket is draped over it.

And on the snow-white cushion, a black object is particularly eye-catching under the light from the window. It can almost be called the thing that Zoe can see most clearly in the room at the moment—it is a pistol. .

"Huh? Zoe?" The man's voice sounded behind him again.The elegant and low tone sounded the same as usual, but Zoe, who was highly concentrated, still heard something different in Moriarty's voice - the man's voice was accompanied by a heavy Breathing.

"Teach...James?" A hand was slowly raised, and Zooey only hesitated for a second before holding her hand in the big hand of the man who was holding her shoulder tightly at the moment.The snowy London night was extremely cold, and Zooey was still chilled, but she could feel the warmth from the man behind her.

Moriarty has been waiting here for a long time.

"Yes", the man's deep answer was so soft that Zooey could only feel a warm air passing by her ears.

"I want to turn on the light, can I?" Zoe, who just came back from the outside, is not used to such a dark environment. She made this request almost without hesitation, "James?" What kind of concept is the blackening value of 25 points? ?

"Heh...of course." To Zoe's surprise, the criminal master who was reminded that he already had 25 blackening points immediately agreed to her request. "mygirl".

With a "snap", accompanied by the crisp sound of the switch being knocked, the lights in the bedroom turned on.

The bright lights made Zooey's pupils shrink unconsciously.

"Zoe, you're shaking..." Moriarty withdrew his hand that was going to turn on the light, and this time, he held Zoe's other hand with that hand.Now, Zooey held his hand with one hand, and one hand was held by him.

Moriarty lowered his head and clung to the girl's ear, his voice was still very soft, "Are you afraid of me?" The last words were still soft, but Zooey clearly heard the crisp reminder the moment the voice fell Sound - "Ding dong, James Moriarty's blackening value +5!"

"NO", immediately denied, Zoe didn't want to face a criminal master whose blackness value continued to rise-the ghost knows what Moriarty can do, "I feel cold." She is only wearing underwear now, okay? ?Although girls don't feel shy even if they only wear bikinis when they go to the swimming pool, but there is still an essential difference between bikinis and underwear, okay? !

#想想的早观量族: In fact, the fabric of underwear is much more than that of bikinis ╮(╯﹏╰)╭#

#angryzoe: I'd love to! #

"Cold?" Moriarty didn't seem to expect Zoe to give such an answer. Two seconds later, the master criminal let go of the girl's hand, walked slowly to the chair by the window, and put his Pick up your suit jacket.Then turning around, Moriarty went around behind Zooey, gently shook off the black suit, and put it on the girl.

"...Thank you." Zoe never dreamed of such a divine development.

"My honor." Moriarty watched the girl beside him put on his suit without hesitation, the shadows in his eyes flickered, and then his dark eyes returned to their previous state.

It is like a wild beast that traps its prey before hunting, always paying attention to the movement of the other party, but it can not move until it delivers the final fatal blow.

Zooey fastened all the buttons of her suit, and got some false comfort psychologically - knowing her situation well, she wouldn't naively think that Moriarty would let her go easily.

"Why did you come to my house?" Emotionally, Zooey wanted to open the door and run out to get away from the obviously wrong man in front of her, but intellectually she knew that choosing to flee at this moment was the most stupid thing to do. "I remember you are going to the banquet tonight, don't you?" Zooey regretted it as soon as the words came out.

"Of course it's because my girlfriend broke the appointment." Reaching out to help Zooey pull out a strand of hair that was trapped in the clothes, Moriarty stood in front of the girl, bowed his head, with a gentle smile on his face Affectionately, "Zoe, you abandoned me today. You said... How should I punish you?"

The tall man bowed his head, his tone was ambiguous, and his expression was gentle, as if what he said at this moment was just a love language between lovers.But Zooey raised her head and saw the coldness and cruelty in the man's eyes.

"mygirl", without waiting for Zoe's answer, Moriarty took a step forward, picked up a lock of the girl's long hair with one hand and played with it in his hand, and pulled her into his arms with the other hand, "said Tell me, what did you... go to Baker Street tonight?" The deliberately soft voice sounded above her head, Zooey couldn't see the man's expression, but she knew clearly that if she looked up now, she would be able to The criminal master found an expression on her face that she didn't want to see.

"I'm going to see Sherlock Holmes." It's unwise to lie.

……

three hours ago.

Baker Street, 221B, in the living room on the second floor.

"..." Watson stared dumbfounded at the blonde girl sitting in the chair used by the client, and after opening his mouth a few times, he could only utter one sentence, "Miss Oswald, you... are so humorous. ’ He couldn’t think of any other adjectives.

"Thank you for your compliment, Dr. Watson. But I usually don't joke about this kind of life-and-death issue." Zooey ignored Dr. Watson's eyes as he looked at mental patients.She pushed the courier box that Magnussen sent her that she brought towards the big detective, "Mr. Holmes, do you accept my commission?" She didn't expect the good old doctor to believe her The story, she came today, the only target is the big detective.

"Sherlock, you won't believe her story, will you?" Even though he has experienced all kinds of adventures since sharing the house with his friends, Watson believes that the story told by the little girl in front of him can definitely be written in the story he and Sherlock met. The top three commission cases with the most bizarre stories.

Detective story?parallel world?Mysterious voices and quests?

This Miss Oswald in front of me was not sent by Moriarty to make them happy, right?

Why didn't Sherlock kick the little girl out?Does he need to take the other party to the hospital?

Watson hesitated to recall whether he knew any reliable psychiatrists or psychologists—he was a former military doctor after all, and he couldn't leave people in need alone.

"You once said, 'Remove all the impossible factors, what remains, no matter how much you don't want to believe, but it is the truth'." Zoe knew that her words were bizarre, but at this moment she could only choose Believe in the great detective in front of you. "Mr. Holmes, I can't think of a better way, and I came to you when I was desperate."

In this completely unfamiliar world, Zooey only found out at the last moment that she actually believed in her childhood idol, the great detective Sherlock Holmes who had never spoken a few words.

"Why did you come to me?" Sherlock crossed his hands on his chin, "You can go to Moriarty. I believe you have a way to dispel Moriarty's suspicion and let him help you solve this matter .” There was no trace of emotion in the eyes of the great detective.

"Because I don't trust him." She could continue to deal with Moriarty, but Zooey knew that her approach at the moment was the most correct, "Mr. Holmes, whether you believe it or not, I trust you more than anyone in this world anyone."

"Sherlock..." Watson now wondered if he was crazy too, "Os..."

The big detective raised his hand to signal his friend to keep silent.He stared at the girl opposite without blinking.Full half a minute.

"You have hidden many things from me." The detective was very sure,

"Yes." Zooey nodded frankly, "but I promise, I won't hurt anyone." This is the best way for her to solve everything in one fell swoop.

"I've taken your case." Standing up, Sherlock buttoned up his suit, "Charles Magnussen asked you to give him an answer before 6 o'clock tonight? I'll help you delay the time. "

"Sherlock?!" The doctor on the side was completely dumbfounded.

"Then I'll go back first." Having achieved her goal, Zoe picked up her backpack and walked to the exit of the living room under Dr. Watson's staring eyes. "Mr. Holmes." She turned her head, but still couldn't hold back, "When I was young, I really hoped that when I grew up, I could become a person like you."

"Stupid, with your goldfish-like brain?" the big detective said arrogantly and viciously.

"See you tomorrow, gentlemen." See you one last time.

"Zoe?" The girl in his arms did not reply for a long time, and Moriarty's patience reached its peak at this moment.Letting go of the girl's hair with one hand, and lowering the other hand, he picked up Zoe and threw her into the soft chair by the window.

"Charles Magnuson is threatening me." Falling into the chair, Zooey could feel herself sitting on the pistol, "James, Magnuson is threatening me." She calmly took out the cold pistol and put it On the side table.

"Threatening you? What did Magnuson threaten you?" Standing in front of the girl, Moriarty's tall body almost completely covered Zoe in the chair.

"He threatened that if I didn't do what he said, he would ruin my parents' hard work over the years." Looking up at the man in front of her, Zooey didn't flinch. "You know who Magnussen is, and you know what he can do." Charles Magnussen's sleazy style was no secret.

"So you're going to ask Sherlock Holmes to help you?" Slowly bending down, the criminal master leaned on the armrest of the chair with one hand, and picked up the pistol that Zoe put aside with the other.

"He's a detective." Zooey was unmoved.

"Maybe I should..." The cold muzzle of the gun was sticking to Zoe's exposed thigh, and the man's finger had even hooked the trigger. "Or I should tie you up, little liar, and put you in a cage, and see how you can lie to me again..." How could Little Leopard's clumsy lying skills fool him?

"My Zoe, you really need to take a good lesson..." Moriarty's eyes were indescribably dangerous.

"Ding dong, James Moriarty's blackening value +20"

The author has something to say: Are you surprised by this development?Hee hee hee, the paws are especially open!When I was a child, I wanted to be like the great detective (although I couldn't achieve it because of my lack of IQ).

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