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"...we built a website to explain what comic books are really about..." Sitting in the living room of 221B Baker Street, Chris sat in the living room of [-]B Baker Street, with a nervous expression on his pale face, trying not to speak incoherently, his voice But still tense, "...We feel that people ignore a lot of things... KRATIDES, we mainly focus on this, a superhero adventure story, the story is full of subtext..."

The man sitting on the sofa showed an impatient expression on his face, stood up, and started pacing.Chris stumbled on his tongue, remembering the instructions of the anonymous well-meaning man, knowing that this was a sign that the owner was about to drive away, and quickly got to the point: "But we soon discovered that all the comics began to become reality—"

His footsteps stopped, and Sherlock looked at Chris: "Oh...interesting."

Chris was immediately encouraged, and quickly expressed all the problems he encountered.After speaking, he looked at Sherlock expectantly, hoping that Sherlock would take over the case.

Watson, who was sitting by the side holding his notebook, had no expectations for this.Before Chris arrived, Sherlock had turned down too many cases, even if some seemed really challenging... He didn't think Sherlock would be interested in this kind of case.However, Sherlock actually took the case.He dismissed Chris and his two companions in a few words, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and started texting energetically.Watson held back for a while, and couldn't help but said, "Sherlock? Is there anything different about this case?"

Sherlock raised his head in surprise: "John? Why are you still here?"

Watson: "...Your tone is so funny, Sherlock, I am willing to take this as a joke, why can't I stay here?"

Sherlock belatedly groaned, then lowered his head again: "I thought you had gone to the comic book store. Didn't I tell you? That's what I thought I had said. Go to the comic book store, John!" Check out something about this comic."

Watson laughed out of anger, and crossed his arms: "Me? Why? Sherlock, I don't have any reason to be ordered by you to run errands—"

... Two days later, Dr. John Watson returned to Baker Street again from the comic book shop.

"You're right, Sherlock." He said while taking off his coat, "Chris is completely famous, and the comics are selling like crazy - the bookstore owner is so happy from ear to ear, the new issue of comics is almost out of stock. But The strange thing is that here, no one believes Chris is telling the truth, yet there are so many people snapping up comics..."

"Do you believe it, John?"

Watson shrugged: "Frankly speaking, I don't believe it either, but there is really a blue-skinned Professor Davenport standing outside the Greggs chain bakery... You are an expert in analyzing photos, and you actually took In this case, I suppose there must be something different about it?"

"—So you think it's absurd just like everyone else." Sherlock said, "Actually, this case is not complicated, even you must be able to make a correct judgment..."

"What do you mean it's me!?"

"First of all, we can make a basic judgment, either Chris is telling the truth, or he is lying. If he is telling the truth, then either KRATIDES really exists, or he is suffering from severe paranoia." Sherlock said bluntly, "We have all seen those photos. The photos are true, but what about the story of the photos? If he is lying, it will be clear. It is he who designed all this and intends to profit from it. "

"I know the comics are selling like crazy, but what is he going to get out of it? Huge fame? People don't believe him, and I think he's going crazy."

"I see it as a marketing gimmick, John. It doesn't look like he's lying, though, so..."

"Mr. Holmes!" A voice rang out.Chris staggered into the living room.His condition is obviously worse than two days ago, his eyes are red, and his expression is haggard, as if he will collapse in the next second: "I saw it again...this time it was a flying stick...but none of them wanted to believe me !"

Watson had no choice but to comfort him, but Chris' eyes were straightened, as if he had fallen into a dream: "No one has seen their existence, only me... only I have seen... Am I special? Mr. Holmes, I've been wondering if this is my mission, to publicize the news of their existence, to let everyone know the contribution they secretly made to our world..."

Chris became excited as he spoke.Watson looked at Sherlock, only to find that Sherlock sat up straight with bright eyes.

"Who told you this?"

"...What?" Chris didn't respond for a moment.

"Who-t-t-t-t-you-of-this?" Sherlock repeated, emphatically, "this could never have been thought of by you yourself, you said that there were people on your site from the very beginning Encourage you, who told you this?"

"His... name is Kemp..." Chris stammered, "besides my two assistants, he's the only one who would trust me... and, besides you. That's what he told me The truth behind this should be announced to the world, but didn't I say it when I came here two days ago?"

"Oh...then what have we overlooked." Sherlock rubbed his hands thoughtfully, "How much do you know about that Kemp?"

Chris was at a loss: "I-I don't know, he didn't show any information, and his avatar on the website was just a smiling face..."

"Then give me the address of the page where he left a message." Sherlock grabbed his coat, "John, we are going out."

-

During the two days of waiting, Tony once again refreshed his understanding of Moriarty.He was surprised to find that Moriarty actually has the advantage of patience, and the image of Moriarty in his mind has always liked to act recklessly... Frankly speaking, Moriarty is not the kind of A person who endures a mediocre life likes brain-burning intellectual games and makes life full of excitement, but his daily life is always full of boring trivial matters, not to mention the power relations and some internal affairs that must be dealt with. The same murders, political conspiracies, various reasons and the same result... Finally, an interesting case appears, and it will take several days to see the chess piece reach the predicted position, even if Tony is pregnant I have a righteous heart, and I also feel that Moriarty is a little too... pitiful.

Recalling his past, Tony felt that even before the steel suit was made, his life was quite exciting.Moriarty doesn't have many hobbies, studies like philosophy, music, and mathematics are done when he's bored, and the only fun is playing time, and maybe a little bit of love for disguised identities...well, this For some time now, Tony has met Cook Jim, Postman Jim, Professor Jim, and Nurse Jim.But this is not the point, the point is that if this continues, Tony feels that he is almost going to be softened.

"...do you think he is excused, sir?"

"...Not yet." Tony said, "I was once a bastard too, Jarvis. I think the bastard should be given a chance to repent, but the mistakes that have been made cannot be reversed. That's the problem, Jim has never He doesn't care if he has to take any responsibility, and he doesn't feel that he should repent. Everything he does is the right decision in his own eyes... just like Hydra. But Hydra firmly believes that he is right Yeah, but Jim knows who he really is, he's doing what he likes...don't you think that looks familiar, Jarvis?"

"—if you don't consider a heart of stone."

"Yeah, you reminded me a few months ago..." Tony sighed and said in disbelief, "Emotional factors aside, we are actually the same kind. And he almost walked on the road I used to walk That road, but made a decision that surprised me..."

He was silent for a while, and then murmured: "He has a tendency to self-destruct, but he didn't intend to hand over what he left behind to others, but chose to deal with the aftermath... If he dies, he will never appear so powerful again. An astonishing criminal empire."

"——you praised me like a saint, sweetheart, I'm blushing a little bit for myself." Moriarty walked down the stairs and joked, "I'm not that righteous, I just always practice eating Just to satisfy your appetite."

"—With great power comes great responsibility." Tony looked at Moriarty with bright eyes, "I almost look forward to the time when you become a superhero."

"Then you think highly of me, Tony, I'm not interested in being a hero." Moriarty said casually, not taking this matter to heart.He kissed Tony on the cheek habitually, and said, "The matter is almost finished, do you want to go and see?"

"Did he find out Kemp's identity?"

"Sherlock doesn't have Jarvis, but he also has his own set of intelligence gathering methods."

Tony couldn't help but said, "You praised him as an even match for you, but you found the answer as soon as you heard the whole story of the case, but it took Sherlock two days?"

"—Because I only need to guess and don't need to prove it." Moriarty said, "For me, guessing is enough, but Sherlock is a detective, he must produce evidence. If you get along well with him After a long time, I will definitely feel that he is a wordy person, always ready to refute people before giving up... He was forced out. I am different, it is more convenient for me to maintain a sense of mystery. "

Tony stared at him for two seconds, then turned around: "...you really know him well. So what do we do next?—You said you were going to mess with him."

Moriarty smiled sweetly: "—want to play a villain, my dear?"