[Zhongyingmei] Love wife crazy demon

A beam of light exploded in the universe.From the inside to the outside, the gorgeous fire light gradually spread, like a beast breaking out of a prison, tearing apart all obstacles within sight.The steel behemoth cruising beside the huge battleship lost its life in an instant, its brilliance dimmed.The energy layer swept up a storm in the starry sky, and the opened two-world passage was closing towards the center... A figure fell into the dark tunnel, and then the passage collapsed, the energy layer shrank violently, and a ray of light gushed out, turning around. Instantly annihilated without a trace.

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March 2010, 3, the vernal equinox.The climate on this day has reached the most comfortable state in several months. The day and night are equal in length, the weather is clear, the sun passes through the light clouds, and warmly sprinkles on the earth.Jim Moriarty, who had just moved into a dilapidated apartment on Kennington Park Road, stood in front of the closet, patted his belly with his head down, hummed a tune, and pulled out a sports coat from a cabinet of stalls , took the wallet and went out the door.The moment the door was slammed shut, there was a loud bang in my ears.Moriarty automatically jumped back before realizing that what he heard was not an explosion.

It sounds like it's not far away... Moriarty lowered his head and took out his phone, and switched to the preset monitoring program.A nearby surveillance camera just happened to capture a picture, and a human-shaped shadow fell to the ground at an extremely fast speed, stirring up a huge cloud of dust.

I don't know which organization is doing boring experiments again.Moriarty put on his earphones, put his hands in his pockets, and walked to the nearby supermarket.He saw the Russians do this before, tying tens of kilograms of iron balls to the traitor's limbs and waist, and throwing them from the plane to the ground... If it was a human figure, it must be dead.Maybe new criminals should be reminded that London is a peaceful city, and low-level criminal methods are not suitable here...

The Bee Gees rock is playing in the earphones, and a very recognizable male voice is singing softly: "...Iwasamidnightrideronacloudofsmoke (I am the Midnight Knight in the smoke)

I could make a woman hang on every single stroke (I can make women hang on every single stroke)…”

"Iwasanironman (but I have a heart of stone)..." Moriarty tapped the beat and hummed softly.He leisurely turned a street corner, and suddenly found that the source of the loud noise was on the road in front of the supermarket—a group of people were gathering around the center of the street, taking pictures with their mobile phones.From this angle, Moriarty could see a huge sinkhole, and some faint red objects... but not like the flesh and blood he imagined.He took off his earphones and approached the crowd.As soon as he glanced at the center of the pit, Moriarty almost couldn't help laughing wildly—what are you doing! ! Iron Man? ?

The ground is full of cracks and gravel, and in the center of the pit is a humanoid armor painted in red and gold. The painted surface has many damages and scratches, but it can be seen that the craftsmanship is very exquisite, with a simple beauty .It fell from the sky at a high speed without any shock absorption, but it seems that there are no missing or deformed parts... Moriarty raised his eyebrows slightly with interest. As far as he knew, there was no object in the world that could achieve this hardness. There are not many materials...

Thoughts turned in his mind, Moriarty adjusted his state, and suddenly rushed into the pit with a look of shock and anger: "God! This is my 'IronMan'! Shet! My model! They actually Throw him off the hot air balloon! No, no, oh my god... all my years of hard work... my model..."

Moriarty buried his head deeply, stroking the armor's arm with trembling fingers, the pain was so painful.A gray-haired man asked suspiciously: "Is this your thing, sir? I seem to recognize you. You are my neighbor who just moved upstairs..."

"Yes, I just moved from Leicester and live in that apartment." Moriarty raised his voice slightly so that all the onlookers could hear, "I used to live in Leicester, I just moved here because I got a new job at Barts Hospital... I'm a model lover, this is my favorite work, made of alloy, it took me several years, I'm going to take it to participate in Eastern Europe this year There was a match... but it's all over now, Shet!"

"What's the matter?" The police's inquiry finally rang out.Someone replied: "A piece of armor fell from the sky and smashed the road, sir... this man said it was his model, and it was thrown from a hot air balloon."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm willing to pay the fine, after all, this incident happened because of me." Moriarty raised his hands and stood up, his red eyes looked very pitiful, "I'm going to kill Grimm...I'm going to sue him...You're going to be my witnesses, gentlemen, he threw my beloved model out of the sky! It's worth £[-] and cost me all my savings, I... ..."

He acted too excited, as if he would collapse in the next second.The two policemen looked at each other, a little frightened by him: "...calm down, sir, if necessary, we will testify for you...what's your name?"

"Jim Moriarty." Moriarty said listlessly, "I found a job at Butts Hospital. No, I don't want to work at all now. I must make that scum look good..."

The policeman had no choice but to comfort him, and then he barely dispelled the gloomy thoughts in his mind.After spending another two hours at the police station and making up a moving story, Moriarty finally got his wish and brought the armor that fell from the sky home.

I don't know what material the armor is made of, but it's heavy anyway, at least two hundred kilograms.Moriarty had to hail a cab, and the two of them painstakingly carried it upstairs.The moment the armor was put down, the wooden floor creaked under the weight.

"Boss, I think your current living environment is not suitable for displaying this kind of collection..." the driver said politely, his eyes lingering on the armor, "Don't you think it can be temporarily stored in my Kennington Garden Road? In the house? I could put it in the living room and have it custom made as a glass display case... cool, full of war marks."

Moriarty looked at him with a half-smile: "Sebas, do you know what material this is made of?"

The driver shook his head honestly.

"Gold-titanium alloy, that is, an alloy made of 90.00% gold and 600% titanium, costs about thirty pounds per gram, internal price." Moriarty reached out and tapped the armor, "Listen, Solid. So, you asked me to send you £[-] million to decorate your drawing room?"

driver:"……"

Moriarty kicked him out the door.

Only Moriarty and the armor were left in the room now.The reason why he judged that it was armor rather than a robot was because if it was the latter, then its cost would be too expensive, and from the perspective of a professional, it had indeed experienced war, and the battle was probably fierce... So far, Moriarty has not heard of any faction that has developed a robot that can be used in war, and has put such a robot into use so extravagantly, so he deduces that this is probably a Middle Eastern chief With money and no place to spend it, I bought myself a piece of wearable war equipment with limited practicality for protection.But no matter what, hitting the ground with that speed and force, if the armor contained a living person... then he must be dead.

Moriarty whistled happily and fumbled for the buttons on the armor.Now, no one can easily take it away from Moriarty... Millions of people fall from the sky, this kind of good thing, I really hope it happens every day.

With a "snap", he pressed a hidden button on the head of the armor.The visor of the armor let out a light sound and came loose.Moriarty got ready to face a pile of minced meat, held out a key, and slowly lifted his mask.

A bloody face was revealed.

As if hit by something for a moment, Moriarty could not help but whistle.

It was a face between a man and a boy, with a peaceful expression, like a deep sleep.He has fair skin, curly black hair, a tall nose bridge, soft eyelashes, lips like a pink rose, with a smile line around his lips... His whole body is wrapped in armor, only his blood-stained face is exposed , but it seemed to exude a strange attraction, making Moriarty approach involuntarily.

...like an angel.A word came to Moriarty's mind.He half-kneeled beside the young man, looking at that astonishing face.

This blood is not fresh, but from a long, long time ago... Moriarty lightly touched it with his index finger, and the blood was wiped off the boy's face like powder.And now it has been nearly three hours since the impact, but the young man's skin is still soft, without any signs of corpse spots or rigor, nor any of the characteristics of a person who fell to his death from a high altitude...

... Is he still alive?

Moriarty couldn't help trying the boy's breath.As expected, nothing happened.He sighed regretfully, pressed a kiss on the boy's forehead in pity, and was about to get up to find some tools to free the boy from the shackles of the armor... However, just as he was about to get up, the boy suddenly had no warning let out a gasp.Accompanied by violent panting, a pair of eyes suddenly opened and fell into Moriarty's eyes.