[Zhongyingmei] Love wife crazy demon

The door hinge of the swimming pool was in disrepair for a long time, and it made a harsh creaking sound when it opened and closed.The door panel slammed against the door frame loudly under the action of the spring, and Moriarty slowly stepped out of the shadows, looking at Sherlock in disappointment.

"I gave you your phone number." He said bitterly, "I thought you would call me. Oh, is that the British Browning L9A1 sticking out of your pocket? Or...you are excited to see me Woke up?"

His eyes swept across Sherlock's waist suggestively, and the tip of his tongue twitched between his teeth.John Watson stood motionless with his back to Moriarty in his explosive-streaked coat.Sherlock's face sank, he held the handle of the gun in his pocket, and slowly raised the pistol: "...both."

Moriarty stared at him for a second.To be honest, the expression on Sherlock's face at this time is really interesting enough.He put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly towards Sherlock. "Jim Moriarty. Hi!—Jim? The Jim you saw in the hospital?" He was exaggerating. With a strange expression on his face, he said in a strange tone, "Oh... Or is it that I am really so forgettable? But I think this is one of my strengths."

Sherlock's muzzle moved with Moriarty.Moriarty smiled: "Don't look at me like that, Sherlock, there are still people with sniper rifles outside."

Sherlock twitched his lips contemptuously, and still held his pistol firmly: "The impression you left on people is really deep. Before today, I thought you were just a simple and rich man wandering around. An old hand in the flowers among the customers."

"Oh, then I really have no reason to fall in love with Jasmine." Moriarty spread his hands, "I care about my friends, huh? Of course, this matter can also be explained that I'm tired of this kind of life and I'm about to divorce from my current lover." After getting a fortune in my hands, I left gracefully, and Jasmine is a powerful tool for me to get rid of my past life. Beautiful reason."

He continued to approach Sherlock, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the swimming pool.

"Has that security taught you anything, Sherlock? ... I've given you hints. Not too few, for you and me. But you always seem to clear the old stuff from your mind." Habits - the taxi driver's name is of course useful, but how exactly did I find this person? You learned the information about the Chinese gangsters from Yao Surin, but who helped the Lord Shanbang come What about London? . . . Oh. No point. You know I'm involved in half the crimes that happen in this city. I've got a way of doing it all. What about the last few cases? Come on, my crimes Of course it can't be that clumsy! I haven't been that clumsy since I was ten years old. So of course those small cases are just small troubles I give you, so as to slow down your pace and make you forget the real big things..."

Moriarty made an exaggerated surprised expression: "Do you really think that plan is that important?"

"——at least you came here for it." Sherlock shook the USB flash drive and said coldly.

"—hmm—maybe just in passing?" Moriarty shrugged.

"—a criminal expert." Sherlock said, slowly lowering the pistol, "Is this what you want to tell me? Oh, someone who uses his own mind to help people solve difficult problems in this world like me ……very impressive."

"Why can't you ask me for help, Sherlock?" Moriarty said in a strange tone, "'Dear Jim, can you please help me find a way to find that missile defense plan?' Oh, I want to get It's effortless."

"Take it."

Sherlock threw the USB flash drive to him, and Moriarty caught it easily, smiled, stared at Sherlock's eyes, and kissed her on his lips: "—that's how I got it. Thank you. But I What's the use of it?"

He raised his hand and threw the U disk into the swimming pool, paused beside Sherlock, and continued to walk forward.He passed Sherlock and looked up at the swimming pool: "The location is really well chosen. Carl Power stopped breathing here. It's really quite memorable for us, isn't it?"

Sherlock exhaled imperceptibly, and turned around slowly.Moriarty continued: "—and of course a good place to end this game. It's over! It's over, Sherlock. It's a pity that you were so...so close to me," he dragged. With a long tone, he turned around, his hands slowly moved closer to the middle of the voice, and suddenly closed his palms with a snap, showing a smile, "But the story has become boring now. Do you have anything to say, little John?"

"I—I don't know what to say." Watson gritted his teeth and looked at Moriarty angrily. "Someone has already died for this—and this is just a game to you?"

A sentence seemed to ring in my ears again: "...he would rather sink in pain alone than accept my help..."

"—everyone dies!!!"

Moriarty roared, his expression becoming terrifying.He stared into Watson's eyes and said mockingly: "You think I caused their deaths? No, I gave them a chance, just like I did to Carl Power, I gave them more than one chance... If they If you can squeeze a little intelligence out of your coconut-dried mind, you should know what choice you should make. Did I kill them? No! I'm the hero. They chose from the best choices Worst, picks the wrong one out of the worst choices, thinks he has an advantage, and then hangs his neck on the noose of death. In the end, everyone is complaining about the right choice People, 'Oh my God, it's just that they don't agree to join forces, and these righteous people lost their lives!'"

He raised his hands high and said coldly: "I'm a criminal, thank you so much. I don't care about this. Oh, Sherlock, I advise you to come to my side as soon as possible, lest one day everyone reveals the truth to you You will be extremely uncomfortable on the contrary."

"Thank you, I'll talk about it when I need it." Sherlock raised his pistol.

"It's so indifferent." Moriarty deliberately showed a sad expression, "I showed you my ability, abandoned those people, raised those small problems, and even gave up 3000 million, just please come here Play a game with me... but you give it up honey. I used to enjoy it a lot though, playing an IT guy, playing a gay, pretending to plot against your friends... oh, do you like that slap in my panties What a pity I planned a perfect meeting and someone is always bad. But I can't be mad at him like John Watson is dragging you down now. People always have affection for their pets ..."

The door opened suddenly.A figure walked into the swimming pool.

Moriarty: "...???" Tony? ? ?

Tony let go of the handle and the door slammed against the frame.He slowly walked towards Moriarty from one end of the swimming pool, showing a surprised expression: "—I didn't bother you, huh? Oh, don't worry, I'm just waiting for the owner as a pet Come home from an argument, just like Johnny. Yeah, Johnny?"

He patted Watson's shoulder affectionately, and put his arms around him, as if he didn't notice the bomb strapped to Watson's body and the wandering red light on his chest.

Sherlock turned to look at them inexplicably, then turned back, frowned and made a mouth shape: [What? ]

Moriarty: "..." He also really wanted to know which one it was! !

"Cough... um... Mr. Stark?" Watson said awkwardly, "You can... um... I now... do you recognize what this is?"

He pointed to the bomb on his chest.

Tony said nonchalantly, "Aren't they just some plastic toys?" He flicked the wires in Watson's clothes casually, "Although it's quite realistic, it's not unrecognizable, right?"

Watson: "...please stop."

"Are you really being tricked by them, Johnny?" Tony said in surprise, "Don't you know that this is a little game between them to increase the excitement? Just like those kidnapped people. Of course, someone Dead, but everybody dies, they're just unlucky decades ahead of time. Isn't it, Jim?"

Moriarty: "... how do you know I'm here?"

"Instinct as a pet!" Tony smiled sweetly at him, "Come on, keep going! Don't worry about us, Johnny and I have our own things to talk about."

"...It's John, thank you." Watson said expressionlessly.

"This is more intimate, after all, we are of the same class." Tony said, "Do you sometimes disagree with what the master says? I often think that what he says is bullshit. He can also use this To trick any fools who would hang out with him. Don't you think it's a bit clunky in that? Throw it in the pool."

Without any explanation, he pulled off Watson's coat and threw it into the swimming pool.

Moriarty: "..."

Sherlock smiled and opened the safety: "Can I shoot?"

Moriarty sighed silently, his eyes fell on Tony's face.

"So many people want to know my weakness, and now you have it." He said weakly, "Can you really shoot?"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.Moriarty laughed: "Then you will appreciate my frightened face..." He made an exaggerated frightened expression, and shook his head again, "Okay, you won't do that. Okay Now, you won't let me down. It's not easy to get this far, huh?"

He reached out and removed Sherlock's muzzle, and walked towards Tony: "It seems that the game can only be played another day-Tony, it's time to go home and sleep."

"—I don't think it's over yet." Tony said expressionlessly, raising a hand.At some point, a pistol appeared in his hand, pointing at the bomb in the swimming pool.

"Jim, can I shoot?"