God made me miserable

In the restaurant decorated in retro style, the small and crisp sound of wind chimes reached Zooey's ears.The uniformed waiter stands in a position that does not disturb the privacy of the guests, but is always available for orders.In the corner of my eye, the two bodyguards in black suits outside the restaurant were still doing their duty.

The sound of the wind chime gradually stopped, followed by the sound of the coffee cup falling on the tray - Moriarty put down the coffee.

"Oh?" The criminal master leaned on the pillow of the deck, with two slender legs crossed, his hands crossed, and his arms resting on the armrest.James Moriarty, who has taken off his disguise, is dangerous and indifferent, like a poisoned arrow, it seems that it will shoot out from a certain corner at any time, killing people.

He only uttered an indistinct syllable from his throat, then looked at the girl across the table and stopped talking.

Zooey knew that the man opposite was waiting for her explanation.

Slowly putting one of the divided tiramisu into her mouth, the smile on Zoe's face remained unchanged, but she put away some of her deliberately pretended cuteness. "That Bentley you're riding in looks ordinary, but the weight is obviously wrong. I noticed when I got in the car, that the same road, your car almost weighed down the floor tiles," thanks for the poor maintenance The road surface is in place, "That Bentley has been modified, and I guess, there must be a lot of changes." Suppressing the sweet taste in her mouth with a slightly bitter coffee, Zoe looked directly at the opposite car without showing any weakness. man.

In the atmosphere deliberately created by the criminal master, she felt more excited than afraid. "Now there are two bodyguards guarding the door, but when I just got in the car, there was only one bodyguard dressed as a driver following you. And it seems..." Turning around, I looked at the two standing in front of me The imposing bodyguards at the entrance of the restaurant, although Zooey didn't know the origins of those two people, she was sure, "They killed people before."

"Oh?" Moriarty raised his eyebrows, but there was no emotion on his face.

"The person who held me hostage last night has the same aura." The people who killed someone were different, and Zooey couldn't tell what was wrong, but she was sure that the two bodyguards must have killed someone.Even if the sixth sense is wrong, she believes that her logical reasoning will not be a problem - how can someone who can be a bodyguard next to James Moriarty have clean hands?

"Zoe, if it's just this..." Moriarty neither said he was satisfied nor dissatisfied.

"And the mayor who was arrested last night, I'm sure he was secretly looking at you before he was arrested," Zoe simply interrupted Moriarty.If she wants to win, she can't follow the opponent's rhythm.

"I have seen your resume, Professor Moriarty. You have only participated in a few academic institutions besides teaching at the university. Although those institutions are authoritative, they are only respected in the academic field. And Other than that, you've only published a few scholarly books and nothing else."

Good students always do their homework before the exam.

Zoe wiped her slightly creamed hands with a napkin. "Let me ask, what kind of mathematician and university professor would need to ride in a security-modified vehicle when they go out? One bodyguard with a mysterious origin is not enough, and there are even another bodyguard behind the car?" Zooey didn't believe Moriarty's words. The only bodyguards were these two who stood up.

"Professor Moriarty, although I'm not familiar with you, I'm not really so stupid." Sitting up straight, Zooey beckoned the waiter to bring her another cup of coffee, "This restaurant is located in Regency Street, but you can clear the venue directly without prior reservation, and even prevent people from entering, which is not a treatment that a university professor can enjoy." When she came in, there was no one else in the restaurant. She didn't think much about it, but But now it couldn't be more clear.

"Besides, your cufflinks are very beautiful." After thanking the waiter for bringing the coffee, Zooey suspected that the waiter who lowered his head as if pretending he didn't hear anything was actually Moriarty's person.

"Thank you." Moriarty straightened his cuffs.

"The pair of cufflinks are Jacob&Co's yellow diamond cufflinks, all of which are inlaid with canary diamonds. Such a pair of cufflinks is worth several million pounds." And if you have money, you may not be able to buy it," Moriarty said. Professor, won't you tell me that a mathematical work with a circulation of less than [-] copies will allow you to afford such jewelry?"

With both arms resting on the table, Zooey picked up the fork in the cake plate again, "Professor, don't you think you're being too careless?"

Not to mention anything else, just wearing a pair of cufflinks, who would believe that James Moriarty is just an ordinary mathematician?

"It's not that Moriarty is being careless." Zoe's mysterious voice sounded a little helpless because of the silence. "It's because Moriarty, who has been OOCed by you, likes to pretend."

So it's still my fault? ? ?

Zoe rubbed her ears, expressing that she would not take the blame for it—huh, this baby likes a low-key, luxurious and connotative male god, and Moriarty, who has the taste of nouveau riche, must not have been written by her!

#别子: ↑↑↑ If it wasn’t written by you, can it still be written by me? ! #

The restaurant was very quiet for a while.

"Observed carefully." After a few seconds of silence, Moriarty spoke.He clearly saw that although the girl opposite was a little afraid of him, she was more curious and unwilling to admit defeat.The master criminal, who was in such a happy mood, decided not to ignore the little girl's last provocative question—be lenient with immature children.

"My dream when I was young was to be a detective." In other words, Su Ningning's dream was to be a detective—but it was only when she grew up that she realized how unreliable this dream was.

"Detective?" Moriarty raised his eyebrows, "A detective like Sherlock Holmes?" He thought of his old opponent who always made trouble for him recently.

"Obviously I'm not as arrogant as he is." Zooey unceremoniously complained about the big detective to Moriarty - last night because she was about to talk about the big detective, the arrogant detective not only refused her request Signature and photo request, and also snatched Dr. Watson's pen, resolutely refused to let the doctor sign for her!Not to mention group photos!

#我家男神Why Holds Revenge#

#Why does my mouth owe so much#

#男神My good intentions, can you really not see it? ? ? #

Zoe, a little fan, clutched her chest, and paid a heavy price for her quick-talking behavior—she was rejected by her idol! ! !

"If you're really that smart..." Although the girl on the opposite side was angry when she talked about Sherlock, she didn't have the slightest malice, more like a child's coquettishness.Moriarty raised his eyebrows, and was not disgusted with Zoe's admiration for Sherlock, "Zoe, then you should know that there are some things that you should know, but you shouldn't tell the truth." The waiter who was not greeted came over, and Zoe Yi sensitively noticed that the other party's gaze was on her.

"So what if I talk about it?" Zooey didn't pay attention to the waiter who came over at all—whether it's the man opposite who decides whether to do it or not?Who's afraid of a kitchen knife sitting on a cutting board?The focus is on the man with the knife. "Professor, you never thought of hiding it, did you? Otherwise, with your IQ, how could you show me such an obvious flaw?" This is not a compliment, but a fact.

The waiter stood one meter away from the table, still smiling.

"Then guess what I did?" Moriarty raised his hand, signaling his subordinates to stand back.

The waiter nodded and left.

"I don't know." She was not a god, so how could she know what Moriarty did. "However, the person arrested last night was the Mayor of London on charges related to terrorists, and the Scotland Yard inspector looked at you with vigilance, and the great detective Sherlock Holmes is here again..."

Zoe crossed her hands and rested them on her chin. "What terrorist organization did you participate in? No, with your IQ, you won't be reduced to participating in such mentally retarded crimes. It's also hard for me to imagine what you would do yourself. Information trafficking? Reselling arms? It seems that there is something less fun .No matter what exactly you’re into, I believe money is definitely the least important reason. A sense of accomplishment and satisfaction is probably more likely.”

Zoe stared at Moriarty seriously, as if she was really thinking about what the other party had done.

"Mafia? Sounds too commonplace to be something you would do, so..."

The waiter brought Zooey another stack of desserts under the boss's order.

"Middleman", Zoe found a similar meaning for the title of "consulting criminals", "You are the middleman of criminals, am I right?"

She shook her head, as if proud of her reasoning.

"But you got into my car anyway." Moriarty neither admitted nor denied.

"I just think..." Zooey understood what the man meant—if she really saw that Moriarty was not a good person, why did she get into the car unsuspectingly?

"Life is too short," Zoe picked up the cherry on top of the dessert, "we have to have some fun for ourselves, don't we?" She put the cherry in her mouth.

"How many people have the opportunity to have a meal with a criminal master?" Zoe blinked, "I just want to do something different."

——In other words, what my sister plays is heartbeat.

"Then I wonder if I can invite my students to a...'different' dinner?" Moriarty had a whim—wondering whether this innocent student in front of him could survive the evening banquet?

He suddenly looked forward to it.

"Ding dong, get 2 favorability points from James Moriarty, total 20 favorability points! Keep up the good work, Zoe!" The mysterious voice was a little happy.

"……My pleasure."

Zooey has no choice.

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