[Zhongyingmei] Love wife crazy demon

The air seemed to suddenly become viscous, and there was a strange silence in the room.Watson's face was surprised, Sherlock was slowly raising his head, and Jasmine's expression was about to be much more exciting: shock, anger, sudden surprise, pity... But Tony seemed unaware of this change in the atmosphere, dragging on. With a long ending, he called out urgently: "Dad?"

No one knew how many calculations Moriarty made in a split second.He looked at Tony with a stunned expression for two seconds, then quickly turned his head to look at Jasmine, but just as he turned his head halfway, he raised his hand in pain and wiped his face as if realizing something, slowly Let out a sigh: "Oh, Tony..."

"I've got to have a car here, Dad," Tony said nonchalantly. "As for that one—whatever it is, I don't want it anyway."

Sherlock suddenly left the table and walked towards Tony: "Excuse me, are you the owner of that beautiful Lamborghini?"

Tony frowned slightly and looked at Sherlock: "May I ask who you are?"

With a friendly smile on his face, Sherlock reached out to him: "Sherlock Holmes, a consulting detective. The clues you enthusiastically submitted to Scotland Yard at noon are related to a case that I am in charge of helping to investigate. .”

Tony shook hands with him casually: "Tony Stark. I would like to be so enthusiastic, but unfortunately I don't know the number of the police in the UK——Dad," he said, his eyes turned to Mo Riati, "Don't you care what happened to me at noon?"

Moriarty opened his mouth, and before he could speak, Sherlock shouted first: "Oh, what a coincidence! Jasmine just introduced us to her new boyfriend, Mr. Stark, and after we and found out that his son had helped us solve the case—"

"--What are you talking about, Sherlock?" Jasmine asked in surprise, "Jim's surname is not Stark, Tony is after his mother's surname--"

"The embarrassing last marriage!" Sherlock quickly cut off the conversation. "I dare say, if he had met you ten years ago, he would never have let her leave England with little Tony—"

Jasmine: "...What? Tony is an American! Jim and his mother met in America. This is not a marriage, but an accident!"

Sherlock turned to Tony with a look of surprise: "Oh, I'm sorry-I'm sorry to bring up such a sad thing, so she was young... Fortunately, you found Jim, he is a generous father, That Lamborghini is worth millions of pounds."

Jasmine said angrily: "Sherlock, what nonsense are you talking about - Tony's money is left by his mother, Jim is just an ordinary clerk - I have been to their apartment, in a dilapidated street that is about to be demolished - "

Tony glanced at Jasmine even more unexpectedly, and then looked at Moriarty: "—Dad? Didn't you tell her? I spent your money!"

Jasmine: "...What!!?"

"That street is also ours, under my father's name." Tony said in surprise, "I thought he told you all about it—did you never doubt it? We live so far away! And the whole street Only our family is left!"

Jasmine looked at Moriarty in disbelief, and it took a long time before she said with difficulty: "...Jim? Do you think you need to explain something to me? Why did my boyfriend——he suddenly changed from an ordinary employee in the IT department to A rich man worth—millions of pounds—?”

"...Jasmine..." Moriarty said weakly, with a wry smile on his lips, "I originally wanted to tell you...but this thing sounds so bizarre...you are still willing to give me a chance to explain ?"

Jasmine said angrily: "Okay, I do need an explanation—but I want to know what you are hiding from me other than this!"

"Gay," Sherlock said leisurely, a note appeared like a magic trick between his fingers, and he unfolded it intimately in front of Jasmine's eyes, "It's also possible that I was wrong—but why did he quietly leave it for me under the plate?" Where's the phone number?"

Jasmine's eyes widened, she looked at the note, then at Moriarty, her voice trembling with anger, "Gay?—Jim, why did you leave this note?"

Moriarty: "...I just wanted to make a joke. You recommended Dr. Watson's blog to me. I saw that he wrote..."

"Oh, the deafening explanation is very subtle. I think this answer can be included in a textbook." Sherlock clapped his hands and interrupted him, "So you don't actually want to date me? I I thought that the moment you lifted your panties was signaling me to make this call."

Jasmine turned her head and glared at him: "May I ask you to go out!"

"Why? Doesn't this matter have something to do with me?" Sherlock asked back, and pulled the embarrassed doctor beside him, "Of course it also has something to do with you, John, you are my cohabiting male partner."

Watson: "... Sherlock, can't you guess just because of a little joke... just because of the phone number and underwear? I have made such jokes too, and I have a few pairs of underwear of this color ..."

"But the brand of your underwear is far from that special, and you don't pay as much attention to the details of appearance as he does." Sherlock glanced over Moriarty, "Hair trimmed carefully, eyebrows painted, painted Taurine Essence Cream's forehead...the eyes are bloodshot from nightclubs all year round, and he has such a special taste in dressing—oh, I guess you're going to refute me on the fact that he has a son next." He looked away again Tony, "Straight hair and curly hair, blue eyes and dark eyes, yeah, genetically it does happen. Upper East Side accent, John, tell me when you were 15 you could abduct a Are the girls from the East District willing to give birth to you? No, it’s not the wealth that was accumulated later. You can tell what a person’s living environment was like when he was young by looking at his behavior, and this gentleman who claims to be a clerk in the IT department It is obvious that they came from an ordinary family——Jasmine, there are a lot of convenient equipment in the hospital, do you really believe that the two of them are biological father and son?...Finally."

He raised his mobile phone, which clearly displayed a resume: "Jim Scott, 33 years old, from Northern Ireland, primary school in Londonderry, secondary school in Buckinghamshire, university in Cornwall, Stayed in Leicester after graduation...from birth to now, there is no record of going abroad."

Jasmine was silent for two seconds, staring into Moriarty's eyes: "So you are not father and son?"

Moriarty just looked at her with sad eyes.

"Don't be shaken, Jasmine, what you are facing is a superb emotional liar." Sherlock folded his arms and said sarcasticly, "I think you might as well ask Mr. Stark the truth of the matter."

"Shut up!" Jasmine roared, but her eyes turned to Tony, "Tony..."

Tony hugged Moriarty's arm exaggeratedly: "I'm sorry, Jasmine, but that's the way it is. We had an appointment last night..."

"..."

Jasmine raised her hand and slapped Moriarty hard: "Bastard!!"

She ran out with red eyes.Moriarty touched his sore cheek, glared at Tony, and walked out slowly.

Tony followed behind him.Jasmine didn't know where she had gone. The two of them walked silently for a while in the empty corridor. Tony suddenly laughed. It was an intermittent low laugh at first, and soon turned into a triumphant and carefree laugh. , sounds almost like a child after a successful prank.

Moriarty turned around suddenly: "You monitored my phone?"

Tony shrugged, with an unstoppable smile on his face: "It's just a little thing I can do."

"—but the game won't end because of this." Moriarty pushed him into the safe passage, and lowered his voice, "Do you think this can change anything? Besides, no one will die because of this, as long as she Obediently follow my instructions, and someone is ready to notify the police at any time..."

"That's not what I heard." Tony withdrew his smile, and said coldly, "The things you asked that woman to read - clues, twelve hours, and the red dot that always stays on her forehead... If the man doesn't solve anything within twelve hours, or if she says anything that shouldn't be said, the bomb will go off."

"You worry too much." Moriarty said indifferently, "I have prepared for this game for too long - if Sherlock can't meet my expectations, I will let the woman go, because even if she is killed , there is no need for the game to continue; and if Sherlock solves the puzzle within the specified time, I will fulfill my promise, notify the police, and then start the next level.”

"You are using someone else's life as a clearance reward!" Tony raised his voice, echoing from the stairs.

Moriarty looked at him, and said softly: "Sherlock and I are the same kind, Tony... For us, this is never a reward for clearing the level. The real reward is the next level after clearing the level. You Think we care about other people's lives? Come on, there are so many people dying every day in the world, is compassion enough? You know what the essence of this game is in our opinion? It's 'Bad Student Jim' A math problem, and if 'Good Sherlock' can't solve it before school is over, he's a complete fool!"

Tony's fingers gradually tightened: "—so, you won't stop playing?"

"Unless there is a winner." Moriarty said calmly.

Tony pursed his lips tightly, then suddenly turned around and punched the wall.Moriarty grabbed his arm just in time and pushed him back against the door.The door of the safe passage made a harsh creaking sound and closed suddenly.The dim light shone in the narrow and empty stairs, Moriarty pressed Tony's shoulders, and kissed his lips roughly.

The frantic beating of the heart seemed to reverberate in the stairs, and before Tony could remember to breathe, Moriarty let go of his hand and let him go.

"I assure you, no one will die this time." Moriarty exhaled slowly, staring into Tony's eyes, "Trust me?"

……

Tony gave him a perfect left hook.