[Zhongyingmei] Love wife crazy demon

Moriarty didn't rush to urge, staring at St. Clair's facial features buried in the shadows, hummed Schubert's "Trout".He was swinging the bunch of keys rhythmically, and his other hand tapped the rhythm on the armrest.St. Clair hung his head, seemed to be a little affected by him, his fingers were repeatedly closing and relaxing.After dozens of seconds, he finally raised his head again: "——If you are only interested in me and hope that I——can serve you in the future, there is no need to show up in person, and you have contacted that Indian. Take the liberty to guess that you brought the Indian here and let him see his relationship with the police, probably to warn him?"

Moriarty couldn't deny it.St. Clair went on: "I know the Indian. A man like him is so uninformed and self-aware, so stupid and greedy, that he won't really be afraid until he's taught a lesson. Like me. , you have another glamorous identity, and you don’t want this face of yourself to be widely known, but Indians will take this as something worth showing off, and proclaim everywhere that they know your secret... In order to avoid trouble, you Only then will you waste time on him, make him mistakenly think that you want something from him, and then let him find that his little energy is like an ant to a giant elephant in front of you... You must have exposed my little trick in front of him , so that he cooperated with your command, and because he couldn't see through your intentions, he remained respectful to you."

"continue."

St. Clair hesitated for a moment: "—You will come to see me in person at this time, it must be because I can play an irreplaceable role at the moment. There are many beggars in London, and there are many actors with excellent acting skills , there will be no shortage of professional liars under your command, these are not the reasons why you value me... You need me because what you want to do is related to my case, right?"

"Oh...very good..." Moriarty elongated his tone, with a smile on his lips, "Continue."

— St. Clair didn't want to go on at all.If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tool. The faster the knife Moriarty wants, the bigger the thing to do.He has acted smart enough, but Moriarty still thinks he's not smart enough...

He once again looked at Moriarty from under the cover of the disheveled red hair, his body bent even deeper: "...I...guess...you will need me to deal with it, it has something to do with this case The enemy... is the great detective Sherlock Holmes?"

"—Go on, dear, go on."

"Your career is built in the criminal network, but Holmes just takes pleasure in fighting crime. He is a just and extremely intelligent man. He will inevitably have more and more conflicts with you and cause you great hindrance." St. Clair stared at the straw under his feet, and said dryly, "For my disappearance, my wife will do whatever it takes. Holmes happens to be famous..." He suddenly paused for a few seconds, and his voice became weird, "... …It was only natural to find him.”

"Wow, what an obsessed wife, I'm really touched by the deep affection." Moriarty said in a singing voice, "After this incident, your love must be deeper, right?"

St. Clair's fist clenched: "... who can say for sure, professor? Maybe there will be a bigger rift between us because of this, after all, we have seen each other's true colors after this incident... "

He seemed to be aware of his slip of the tongue, and quickly closed his mouth again, casting a quick glance at Moriarty.Moriarty said casually: "These are unnecessary worries, Mr. St. Clair... You can change your identity at any time and leave your wife, but it is impossible for your wife to leave you. Go on, tell me about Holmes. "

St. Clair breathed a sigh of relief: "I have an idea..."

Moriarty stood up suddenly, shaking the key in his hand: "Wait a minute, Mr. St. Clair, I seem to have forgotten to give you a little reward first. Your performance is enough to get you free. What you said next Every word adds or subtracts weight to your salary. Remember to speak carefully, sweetheart."

He opened the cell door neatly, with sharp teeth showing between his smiling lips.St. Clair took a step back in shock, with an uneasy look on his face: "Professor..."

"Go on." Moriarty stepped into the cell, looking at the poor and cramped cabin, "Go on."

"...I think...you want to use my hand to teach Holmes a lesson." St. Clair's Adam's apple rolled, and he said dryly, "Think about it, if Holmes finds some clues and concludes that I am Hugh Booth Well, to come and expose me, and to find out that the cell was inhabited by a veritable beggar, and that Neville St. Clair would be involved in a greater conspiracy..."

"It doesn't seem like a big deal, does it?" Moriarty took two steps closer to him. "At most it will cause a slight blow to his reputation, but Holmes doesn't care about that."

"...But, he will definitely be interested in the conspiracy behind this." St. Clair couldn't help but took another step back, "If he finds out that this matter is related to you, he will not give up pursuing the truth behind it It's..."

"It makes sense. After all, we are old enemies." Moriarty continued to approach, "But after completing this step, what role can you play as a bait?"

"...I'm good at makeup, you've already seen that." St. Clair's back had already leaned against the cold and rough wall, and his voice changed a little, "It's just a trivial skill, but it can often come in handy at critical moments Useful... I know you are a person who does great things, but it is precisely because of this that it is necessary to be more cautious..."

"—This is indeed what I'm interested in." Moriarty smiled sweetly, approaching St. Clair's face, "But without comparison, how can I know how advanced your makeup is?"

He raised his hand suddenly, ripped off the red wig, tore off the scar that hung his lip, and ripped off a false nose along the way.The slightly curly black hair fell from the forehead, the lines of the lips and petals became graceful again, a pair of amazingly beautiful blue eyes were no longer covered, and they were close at hand, shining like a pair of rare gemstones in the world, long Moriarty's shadow was reflected under the curly eyelashes.

"When did you find out?" His voice also returned to normal, with a slightly nasal and slightly hoarse voice, so special that it cannot be mistaken, "Professor Moriarty?"

"—From the very beginning." Moriarty's voice was like a whisper, and his breath was so close to his face, "You have a pair of beautiful eyes...Tony."

He kissed Tony.

This should have been a casual kiss, because both the bad environment and the messy paint on Tony's face affected the feeling, but the moment the lips and petals touched, the surging emotions broke through the gate of reason... The atmosphere was out of control It's hard to tell who is more eager than who, who broke through the last barrier first... Except for completely integrating the other party into their own souls, they can't find a way to relieve the overly hot emotions...

Tony suddenly pushed Moriarty away, panting, "Wait, why do we always use this method to solve problems?"

"Because it was love at first sight, my dear." Moriarty gasped and kissed his stubble, "We are attracted to each other instinctively..."

Tony sneered very non-threateningly: "—the person who fell in love at first sight was you, Jim. It is undeniable that when I was 20 years old, I was so charming that I even worried about falling in love with myself, but facing the real me, facing the real me To a body that's older than yours, with flabby muscles, a growing belly, graying hair, a receding hairline, and more and more wrinkles..."

"Tony... sweetheart... I really didn't expect you to worry about this." Moriarty laughed angrily, "Our relationship did start with love at first sight, but since when can beauty become the basis of our love? Besides, the passage of time is only showing your beauty from more angles, and these eyes are treasures that will gradually increase in value as time goes by... If you are worried that aging will make you unattractive to me, don't worry, I don't mind being ten years older than you forever, do you want to show that from now on?"

Tony turned his head away: "...Forget it, I don't want you to have no energy to do the next thing."

... What a baby this is! !

Moriarty pounced on it lovingly.

……

The life of the great detective Sherlock Holmes will always stay at the age of 35, the year when he investigated the case of the man with crooked lips.Tony Stark's life can only be said to have just begun.

"—Marriage gives life new meaning." Moriarty knelt affectionately in front of Tony, holding a vibrating gold ring inlaid with St. Edward's sapphire. "Some say marriage is a tomb, but sometimes the tomb is It's the perfect kind of prison... let's get married, Tony."

Tony folded his arms: "—someone sure he won't break out of prison every day?"

Moriarty stood up quickly and kissed his lips: "—I love you, Tony."

—In the name of love, Mr. Moriarty is going to do many, many great things to this universe.

As a criminal consultant, what he is best at is not to nip danger in its cradle, but to catalyze the root cause of danger in advance, so that the fruit is ripe enough to be picked.

Honeymoon trip, where should they choose...

— The multiverse quietly sneezed.