[Zhongyingmei] Love wife crazy demon

The "memory palace" should be a kind of memory technique to be precise, and it didn't appear until modern times.As early as more than 2000 years ago, the ancient Greek poet Simonides discovered and comprehended this technique by accident. After more than 20 centuries, it gradually developed into a mature method of memory.Matteo Ricci once wrote a book called "The Way of the West", which introduced in detail and systematically how to build a memory palace in the mind... But the memory palace is not only for memory, nor is it only for geniuses. Standard configuration, after all, this is just a method to systematically classify scattered memories and knowledge. Anyone can create their own memory palace and mind map through systematic learning and training, saving a lot of money. The necessary trial-and-error link directly guides the problem into the correct path for thinking.

However, this does not mean that talent is useless. It is often in childhood that several characteristics of thinking that appear in the specific operation stage will reveal different talents of different groups of people.The construction of the temple of thinking is also inseparable from conservation, reversibility, and internalization. The mind map of a genius will be more optimized than that of ordinary people, and more suitable for its own advantages.When the crime is in front of his eyes, a person like Sherlock can grasp the most critical clues, form logic, and draw conclusions in a few seconds; People may still be correlating information and considering variables step by step, but ordinary people are simply helpless in the face of a pile of information in front of them, and they don't know where to start...

After being exposed to this mnemonic technique, Moriarty's original stake was from that attic.Later, according to the needs of memory, he made several expansions and changes to the pile. The original attic has almost become a memory hard drive, storing a lot of information.But Jarvis suggested that Moriarty build a new memory palace not to store memories, but to test the influence of the thinking that claims to be a gem of reality, and to create a safe testing ground for the gem by the way.Moriarty thought this proposal was very good, and he also needed to use the memory palace to confirm some inner doubts, so he used this house as a model to rebuild a memory palace outside the attic.

In building the new memory palace, called "The White House," Moriarty consciously used the power of the gem for the first time. The "white house" has several wonderful functions beyond common sense. Moriarty can rely on the real world to find new piles in the house at any time, and then use the characteristics of fixed piles to pull the target's thinking into his own thinking world— —Maybe it should be called a spirit body or a soul, this concept is confirmed from Jarvis.If he killed a spirit body in the white house, or permanently trapped the other party in memory fragments, the other party's body in reality would also fall into a vegetative state.And if he can find the right stakes, he can also invade the minds of other creatures, but this behavior is too dangerous. After Moriarty was almost trapped in an ant's food fantasy and couldn't get out, he Decisively gave up the idea of ​​mastering skills in a short period of time.

As for the deprivation of memory, it was a pleasant surprise.Moriarty had entered his memory attic from the White House, so he guessed that other people should be able to enter the memory palace from here.The white house was Moriarty's domain, where Magnussen unsuspectingly opened his stakes, and Moriarty easily followed his thoughts into Appledore... He didn't expect After killing Magnussen, Appledore and Magnussen's mind map was also opened to him.Now he can directly use Magnussen's mind map to enter and search for information like using a computer... However, it seems to be useless.

Magnussen is just an ordinary person who has a memory palace and thinks he has a superior IQ.

Moriarty flipped Appledore.Magnuson did keep a lot of secrets in it, but there were only a few that were useful to Moriarty.He removed a few filing cabinets and then destroyed them indiscriminately.Magnussen's body fell on the stairs, and Moriarty scraped the dust from the soles of his shoes on his face, whistled, and walked up the hall.

To his surprise, the hall was empty.The fire was half-lit, and almost extinguished.His phone was placed on the coffee table, and Tony was standing alone under the Christmas tree, looking down at something.

Moriarty glanced at the time.Nine twenty-five.He was a little surprised.The time flow rate in the thinking world is different from that in reality. After estimating his ability to bear, he set the time flow rate in the white house to seven times. It stands to reason that since he walked down the basement to now, only a few minutes have passed outside. 25 minutes, but the time displayed on the clock is no different from the time in the thinking world...

... Could it be because of Appledore?

Moriarty walked over to Tony.Tony seemed to be fascinated by the things in his hands, and he didn't notice him approaching at all.Moriarty patted him on the shoulder from behind: "—what are you looking at, Tony?"

"Irene's Christmas present." Tony raised the box in his hand, "It's specially marked for the two of us...but why is she sending a candle?"

...not just a candle, but a low-temperature candle.Moriarty glanced at it and took the box over: "Are they all gone?"

"Molan left with Erin..." Tony shrugged, "and Andre left after answering the phone, just 5 minutes before you came up. Aren't you going to open the present?"

"There's nothing to disassemble, it's the same." Moriarty said casually, and opened a gift box casually, "The big package is the real thing, usually some antiques; such a small package usually contains diamonds or shares. One year they even sent me a live orangutan..."

His voice suddenly stopped.A golden massager with a unique shape was quietly lying on the black cushion, and the smooth surface clearly reflected Moriarty's eyes.

"What is this?" Tony picked it up, and tossed it curiously in his hand: "It doesn't look like a gold bar?"

"...It should be gold-plated." Moriarty changed the subject nonchalantly, "Don't worry about it, we can continue to unwrap the present..."

"But it looks like something else is going on." Tony said, running his fingers across the smooth body of the rod, "Look, there's a switch here..."

Before Moriarty could stop him, Tony flipped the switch.The golden stick suddenly vibrated violently, caught off guard, Tony let go.

Moriarty's gaze involuntarily followed the parabola and landed on the ground.

The massage stick bounced on the ground, making dense and embarrassing sounds.

"J...Jim..." Tony's voice sounded a little dry, "Why did someone give you this?"

Moriarty's eyes moved slowly back to Tony's face.There is a touch of crimson on it, like the reflection of the fire, smudged from the earlobe, winding all the way, as if even the tip of the nose is dyed pink.Those eyes are usually bright and clear, but now they seem to be covered with a thin layer of ice, and under the fragile ice surface is a thick dew...

He suddenly felt a tightness in his throat, as if being restrained by someone, but there was another hot fire rising from the esophagus, blocking the front of the epiglottis cartilage, and continued to expand.He couldn't help but kiss Tony's eyes, so he did.

Tony's surprised look flashed before his eyes.Moriarty pressed his shoulders, and his lips fell lightly on the quivering eyelashes.Itches, he thought.It seemed that there was an itch that quickly spread from his lips to his heart, making him almost want to tear Tony's clothes off, gnawing at his neck to his ankles, snatching every bit of sweet blood.

His fingers had begun to exert force unconsciously.Moriarty's lips slowly moved from the eyelids to the tips of the ears, gently grinding the thin and crimson skin with his teeth, and said vaguely, "Tony... what is the Christmas present you gave me?"

"I... originally prepared a gift..." Tony's tone sounded a bit strange, as if he had forgotten how to organize his words, "...but it suddenly occurred to me... I seem to owe you one The gift... has never been honored... I think..."

He suddenly stopped talking and gasped.Moriarty patiently traced the pinna of his ear with the tip of his tongue, held the earlobe, and put the piece of soft meat between his lips and teeth as if chewing, covering the surface with his hot tongue: "...Think, what?"

"Wait...wait a minute..." Tony had almost leaned against the Christmas tree, the needles were crushed and made a rattling sound, "Are you sure... no one will visit again?"

……

In the dark bedroom, Tony suddenly woke up from his dream and sat up.The bedside lamp turned on a soft light, Tony found the cup, and took several sips of water to barely calm the dryness of his body.He stood on the cool floor and waited for his heartbeat to return to normal before calling out, "Jarvis?"

"At your service, sir."

"I——I just had a dream." Tony said dryly, "It's the kind... Normally, my body should have a corresponding physiological reaction... Well, let me just say it... That kind of dream. Weird, uh, first time in over 20 years? Anyway... I felt something was wrong, as if my body and mind were separated while I was dreaming."

"Your physiological monitoring data is normal, sir."

"I know, it's just that I... don't know how to describe it." Tony inserted his fingers into his hair a little irritably, "The strangest thing is that I went back to a few hours ago in the dream, explaining to Jim in the living room why Ann Andre and Moran are gone..."

He suddenly stopped and frowned.

"Jarvis, is Jim back?"