[Zhongyingmei] Love wife crazy demon

It was as if he had stepped into the clouds, and was limply stuck in mid-air. His spirit had left his body, and he was happily swimming around with the wind... Moriarty opened his eyes in a trance, unable to realize what he was now for a long time situation.Above his head is a row of crooked sky, and below him is a square box extruded by black and gray. Two wires pass through the sky above his head, and an orange plastic bag is swinging lonely on it...

Moriarty shook his head and bumped his ear against something warm and hard.As if a bolt of lightning had split the chaos, Moriarty suddenly realized something, and suddenly sat up with force—it was Tony! !

— Tony fucked him up! ! !

His head was still a little dizzy, and he raised his hand to touch his neck, and Moriarty pinched himself, as expected, he was unconscious.Tony stabbed here before... Needless to say, the drug formula is a new type of anesthetic developed in the laboratory - it also has a mild hallucinogenic effect. Currently, only Moriarty has some samples on hand.And as for what happened before...

Moriarty's lips twitched.He really didn't expect Tony to lie to him... They and Sherlock were originally at the two ends of an alley. After hearing the screams, Moriarty would take it for granted that Tony ran directly from them. On the other side, the one who lured Sherlock away, never expected that Tony would make a big circle from the other alley in such a short period of time, and instead snatch the clothes from Sherlock's side and run to Moriah On the other side... So when Moriarty thought that the situation was settled, and walked leisurely into the alley, it was Tony who ran towards him like a gust of wind and Xia who was chasing after him. Locke.Immediately after Moriarty's brain failed to process cause and effect, Tony raised his hand and stabbed him in the neck...and then he lost consciousness.

...But looking at Sherlock who was covered in only a pair of underwear... Moriarty sighed silently, and he could guess what happened.

Sherlock fell only a little later than Moriarty, plus he was a potential drug addict, and within a few seconds, Moriarty saw him shaking his head and getting up.He was obviously a little confused about his current situation. He frowned and blinked several times before his eyes fell on Moriarty—a sudden look appeared on his face, followed by It was another few seconds of contemplation.

Moriarty just quietly watched his rich mental activities-it's always a little difficult to control yourself after taking drugs.But the weird expression on Sherlock's face made him realize something, Moriarty raised his hand and touched his face, and sure enough, he couldn't help showing a schadenfreude smile... Moriarty put down boredly. Hand: "Hi."

"...Jim Moriarty." Sherlock said, "What is this? A new game?"

"Originally, yes." Moriarty said the truth, "but obviously I chose a less reliable companion."

"Oh...it's Mr. Anthony Stark." Sherlock said clearly, "Obviously you won't be on Kemp's side. You don't need to do this kind of trick, do you?"

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, and said in the most embarrassing tone: "—Sherlock, I know you just want to hear me tell you why I am here, you must be very curious...but I Just don't tell you."

There seemed to be a vein popping out of Sherlock's forehead, and Moriarty raised a finger: "Shhh - I advise you to sit down quietly like me, otherwise..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Sherlock fell to the ground like a headlong head.Of course, Moriarty didn't have the willingness to be a kind helper, and watched him gloatly as he gave him a five-body salute.It took more than ten seconds for Sherlock to get up again with trembling arms, his voice was weak: "...What is this?"

"A little angel-like side effect." Moriarty said softly, "For addicts, it can be regarded as a great boon... As long as one milliliter dose with a purity of 17.00% is taken, you can In the next six hours, I will continue to indulge in sensory gluttony. Compared with other drugs, it is much more layered... The only disadvantage is that it is expensive. You can be regarded as the first batch of trial users of it. "

Sherlock pinched his arm: "...the anesthesia effect is also outstanding. I guess it won't be addictive, otherwise Stark wouldn't use it on you."

"Thank you for being so sure of his love for me." Moriarty said quietly, "I know you really want to call Scotland Yard, or your dear brother, because such an opportunity is really rare... But guess what, do I have a phone on me now?"

-

Watson didn't know that his roommate was actually standing in the alley just now wearing a commentary underpants. He was busy pretending to fight with comic freaks, and at the same time wondering about the changes in "Sherlock"—— Although everything seems to be as usual, he always feels that something is wrong. Sherlock seems to be full of disobedience...especially those legs that violate the laws of nature. Were Sherlock's legs so strange before?The calf is a full third longer than the thigh. If it wasn't for the fact that the person beside him ran naturally, and his face was indeed the one he was familiar with, he would almost have wondered if it was a short man wearing a shirt of more than ten centimeters. Height-increasing shoes are pretending to be...

While thinking wildly, Watson and "Sherlock" cooperated tacitly to lead the actor who played the hero Latimer to Kemp's direction.With that phone call, they successfully booked a seat for Kemp, although he had no idea how Sherlock operated... Chris's two assistants should have rushed over, and then they just need to reveal Kemp's true face , this commission is considered complete.

...But for some reason, Watson always had an ominous feeling in his heart.He knew that he should have more trust in Sherlock, but he couldn't help worrying about Sherlock's ability to handle things... So while pretending to escape, Watson lowered his voice and asked, "Sherlock? How are you going to expose this matter?" thing?"

"—Of course I said it directly." "Sherlock" seemed to be inexplicable to his question, and suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Give up, Latimer! Your plot will not succeed!"

Watson: "..."

The actor playing Latimer was stunned for two seconds, and subconsciously recited the next line: "No matter how many tricks you have, I will smash them one by one!"

"Sherlock" suddenly stopped and turned around. "Latimer" almost bumped into him, but fortunately, he braked in time, and immediately put on a glaring image. "Sherlock" said loudly: "You know, man! I really feel sorry for you! You have been completely deceived by Professor Davenport! This is a scam!"

"It's different from the comics!" Chris' voice sounded.Watson followed the prestige and saw him standing in the crowd, holding a comic book, his face full of surprise: "This is obviously what Latimer wanted to say, why..."

It didn't take long for someone to notice Chris, who was now a celebrity of all sizes thanks to his previous insanity.Regardless of whether he thinks he is hyping or not, since they met at the scene, people are still very interested in him.Chris then explained to the people around him why he appeared here and the troubles he had been suffering all the time.He handled it well, Watson was relieved, and his attention returned to "Sherlock".

"Latimer" was obviously at a loss, subconsciously said: "What?"

"—He didn't tell you his real identity!" "Sherlock" said, "In fact, he is the driving force behind all the incidents! He is not Professor Davenport, his name is Kemp -"

Hearing his cousin's name suddenly, the actor showed a look of surprise.At the same time, Kemp in the cafe felt something was wrong.The crowd blocked his view, and he couldn't see what was happening to the actors, but they stopped in the middle of the chase—

Kemp stood up decisively, ready to leave.But as soon as he turned around, two young men pushed open the glass door and walked in.

……

At first everyone thought that "Sherlock" must have forgotten his lines or was talking nonsense, but the subsequent reaction of "Latimer" quickly made them realize the mystery. While under attack, "Sherlock" loudly exposed the conspiracy behind Kemp and the publisher, and Chris cooperated with him just to tell what happened to him... After Chris's companion appeared with Kemp on his back, The scene was almost full of anger. As Sherlock expected, people felt that they had been deceived and began to attack.Taking advantage of their excitement, Watson and "Sherlock" quietly left the scene and hid in a nearby alley.Watson leaned against the wall, heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled: "I thought it was going to be messed up—not bad, Sherlock."

"I'm glad you think I'm doing a good job, but... well... I'm not Sherlock Holmes." "Sherlock" took off his hood with a long breath.A young and handsome face appeared: "Tony Stark...we have met before, huh. Happy cooperation."

"...!!?"

Watson's eyes widened in horror, and he took a step back: "Why... Where did Sherlock go!? We have been inseparable... Wait, I know when it is, you are the thief who stole the clothes!"

"I'm sorry." Tony was obviously in a bad mood, as if he didn't want to talk more, "If you go back now, maybe you can still find those clothes...I put them in the alley next door."

"Where is Sherlock?" Watson looked at him vigilantly, and clenched his fists, "I finally understand why your figure looks so weird...but how did you manage to conjure up a picture similar to Sherlock's? With an indistinguishable face?"

"I can't tell you that." Tony put on the hood again, "He's still in that alley... Another piece of advice for you, bring your cell phone, you'll need it."

He quickly disappeared into the alley.Watson took two steps irritably, recalled the direction when he came, and finally found it.

-

"Oh... your little lover is very smart. You must have more than just a mobile phone as a communication tool, but he must know your communication methods very well, so these things have disappeared just like your shirt." Xia Xia Locke managed to overcome the dizziness, and said with an erratic smile, "But it's okay, this is a bustling street, and people will always pass by these alleys..."

"—and then when they see Sherlock Holmes naked, they will all consciously stay away from it." Moriarty sneered.

"I'm still wearing underwear, thank you for your mercy." Sherlock also said in a sarcastic tone, "Besides, this can also be interpreted as performance art..."

Moriarty shook his shoulders and laughed, looking at Sherlock with pity: "Come on, Sherlock... a man in underwear doing performance art in a dark alley and his half-naked companion? Don't you think there's a better chance they'll think we're going to have a shot here?"

Sherlock's face darkened: "... Moriarty!"

"Don't be so loud, the noise will intensify the tinnitus." Moriarty pointed to his ears, "Sit down and calm down...you still have six hours."

Sherlock stared at him, and slowly sat down cross-legged: "You seem to have returned to normal."

"I have my own secret." Moriarty said half-truthfully, "If you are willing to kneel at my feet and accept my precepts, maybe I will consider passing it on to you."

"I've known for a long time that you are an expert in dreaming, but I didn't expect you to be so good at daydreaming."

"To each other, we are just two opposite extremes - I like to show my thoughts without any scruples, but you always bury your true thoughts in your heart." Moriarty said, "But no matter how much you bury As deep as I can get out... Redbeard, for example."

Sherlock's expression became very scary for a moment, but it disappeared quickly, as fast as Moriarty's hallucination: "...It's not bad. But you also have things you buried deeply...for example, , Frank Moriarty."

"Ah... that coward." Moriarty narrowed his eyes. "Is he doing well in America? I didn't pay attention to him after that. He is really like a maggot, not worth mentioning."

"Yeah, when Frank thought he had escaped the sight of the devil and could start a new life, what awaited him was a mental hospital for more than 20 years of imprisonment." Sherlock said coldly, "Fortunately, they gave him a facial Lobotomy surgery, so that he doesn't have to realize how painful he is. You are really merciful enough, consult Mr. Criminal."

"I've always thought that I have the talent to be a philanthropist." Moriarty shrugged, "Didn't I let you and John go before?"

"Oh...pretty lenient," Sherlock said, "like you did with Anne Hall...you let the woman who played your mother think she had a chance of a happy life, and then ended up repeating what you said to your own mother. did, killed her with a botox-tainted knife. I heard it from Mycroft, so there's nothing wrong with that story?"

"Thank you for helping me recall my miserable childhood, Mr. Holmes." Moriarty stood up, "However, I don't think anyone will think that I am too weird if I walk out like this... Great! There is still money in my pocket. There's a coin! I can find a street phone booth and have my men pick me up and go home—"

Sherlock rushed forward with lightning speed and shook his fist.However, Moriarty's hard work during this time was not in vain. He nimbly avoided Sherlock's attack and sent an uppercut instead.Under the effect of the medicine, both his and Sherlock's fists seemed soft, and their combat effectiveness was pulled to a similar level. New and old grudges were added together, and no one would let the other, and they scuffled soon. up.

With his tall stature, Sherlock finally got the upper hand.He rode on Moriarty, grabbed his neck with one hand, and began to peel off Moriarty's pants with the other hand: "—thanks for the reminder, I think if I put on these pants, I can... "

"... Sherlock?"

A voice sounded.Sherlock subconsciously turned his head and saw Watson standing behind them with a look of seeing a ghost.

"John, you came just in time..."

"—I'm sorry, I didn't know that you guys have developed so intensely..." Watson murmured in shock, and stepped back. "I think it's better for me to avoid it for a while...I'll go find some clothes."

He quickly left the alley as if fleeing.Sherlock: "..."

Moriarty laughed gloatingly, and knocked Sherlock to the ground with a sudden force.Sherlock reacted quickly, and the two began to scuffle again.But this time Moriarty calculated the timing of the onset of the drug's effects, and finally gained the upper hand.Although he also had a few bruises on his face, Sherlock was paralyzed on the ground like a dead dog, and it was clear who would win and who would lose.

Moriarty clapped his hands refreshed, ready to go to Tony.However, as soon as he stood up, his pants made a harsh ripping sound.Sherlock threw away the nail in his hand, looked at the trouser leg with a big hole in it, and smiled happily.

Moriarty: "..."

Having nothing to say, he pounced on him again and grabbed Sherlock's throat tightly.There was a sudden sound of wind from behind his head, and Moriarty subconsciously let go, and a dirty slipper slammed firmly on Sherlock's forehead.

Sherlock: "..."

"...I'm sorry, Sherlock, I wanted to hit him..." Watson apologized guiltily, and helped Sherlock up from the ground.Moriarty laughed wildly beside him.Sherlock covered his forehead and winked at Watson, but Watson objected loudly as if he had been stimulated by something: "No!! I won't pick other people's pants!! Although two months ago he Nearly murdered me, but people will gossip about it!"

"...Please, John, who would know!?" Sherlock said weakly.

"Then in court, the judge asked me how I arrested criminals. Do I have to say that I left people behind by ripping off their pants?"

Moriarty laughed wildly again, almost to the point of tears.Sherlock said angrily: "Even if you take off his underwear, Mr. Jim Moriarty won't care about other people's eyes - I asked you to shoot that coin!! Someone must inform Someone took us back, but who will notify!!?"

"..." There is no doubt that Watson is the most neatly dressed among the three.

Moriarty stopped smiling suddenly: "...Sorry, Sherlock, I lied to you just now, how could I bring coins with me when I go out..."

"..."

The atmosphere fell into unspeakable embarrassment.

"You won't die if you miss a word, Mr. Moriarty." Watson said dryly, "So what should we do now?"

The three looked at each other, and Moriarty made a movement of zipping his mouth: "I really want to keep silent, but... where did Tony go?"

"I don't know. He told me that you and your clothes can be found here, and then he left." Watson said, "Although I don't know why he... did this. I don't think he is very happy."

Moriarty rubbed his face irritably: "... I knew... what about the clothes?"

"...I didn't find the clothes." Watson said with a wooden face, "and the two extra performers we put in the alley next door are gone...I think they must have taken it away. My mobile phone, Xia Locke, and my new watch, you said it would wear out—"

"...Swipe my card, you know the password." Sherlock coughed, "Some rumors are very interesting, Moriarty, I heard that you have changed your career to become a vegetarian for Mr. I have done it, and judging by today's situation...Mr. Stark must have a sense of justice. So why is he angry? Because you concealed Chris's situation?...It must be like this, he only knows that there is such a thing. A thing that can express a sense of justice, but I don’t know what kind of despair Chris faced before, when he knows that you are actually dying..."

"—Holmes, I don't need you to pretend to be an emotional expert—"

"It's strange that there are so many similarities between the two things. On the surface, you are trying to be a good person by making compromises for him, but in fact things have become worse without your intervention... "

"...I'll borrow a cell phone." Watson said suddenly, "Call Lestrade or Mrs. Hudson... You can call slowly."

"No, inform Mycroft," said Sherlock deadpan, "or Mrs. Hudson inform Mycroft—it's the same."

Watson exhaled and left the alley.Moriarty laughed slowly: "If I want to leave now, it's easy."

"But you won't go." Sherlock said coldly, "You did it on purpose."

"Welcome to arrest me, Sherlock." Moriarty said softly, "Want to play a game?"