[Zhongyingmei] Love wife crazy demon

"Jim Moriarty" is now in an old apartment.He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, meticulously dyeing his eyebrows and hair, holding a passport of a blond, blue-eyed man named "Stuart Summerfield."After dyeing his hair and putting on a fake beard, the "criminal consultant" temporarily disappeared, and "Stuart", a 28-year-old music teacher from Ireland, was ready to embark on his first round-the-world trip.After checking the details, he carefully put the used tools back into the packing box and stuffed them back into the shopping bag, using the method in his memory to erase the traces he left in this apartment .Afterwards, he would discard the shopping bags on any busy street, and someone would always take them home for a cheap price—so that the risk of exposure of clues could be minimized.

He had to be a little cautious, because he was about to face an enemy who knew him well, had an intelligence that was almost terrifying.Without the help of ether particles, he is no better than the natives everywhere on this planet. The only thing he can rely on is the information he got when he was trapped in Moriarty's memory maze. How far it can help him go is still unknown...

Staring at the strange image in the mirror, Stuart could hardly recall what his true face was like.He still remembers that he hates the sun, but after thousands of years of despair in the dark, he now finds the sun so cute... Maybe it's because he is too eager to return to the normal world, for the only few opportunities , he couldn't help but act too hastily.In the past few times, I failed to control the power of the ether particles, and devoured the vitality of the host too quickly; these two times, it was because I underestimated the intelligence level of the host, which led to consecutive failures...

It seems that from the very beginning, he was not a leader with outstanding intelligence in the clan, so he was chosen as the cursed warrior and integrated into the ether particles.Now let him, who has drifted in the universe for thousands of years, has almost lost his memory and has made little progress in intelligence, to deal with a genius whose mind can almost torture a planet. Without the help of ether particles, it will be a complete failure.

Stuart thought sadly.But knowing that the choice this time is very risky, facing the freedom that is close at hand, he can't restrain himself from reaching out... The result of the impulse is that it was originally planned to change the rules, so that people can't notice this body change. All the power of the core gem was used to create memory fragments and besieged Moriarty. After driving away from London pretending to be nothing, there were only two choices left in front of him: either risk being killed by Tony Stark. The risk of catching him escaped in his own way, or escaped with the methods Moriarty remembered at the risk of being found out that he had changed the core.Of course Stuart chose the latter, he thought about it, if it fell into the hands of Moriarty's acquaintances, he would pretend to be Moriarty's other personality, and if it didn't work, he would release Moriarty, and he would make a big deal out of it. Continue to hide for a while... But if he falls into Tony's hands, no matter whether he chooses to release Moriarty in the end, he believes that Tony has the ability to completely wipe him out in the shortest time...

Tony's unfamiliarity with this world has now become the capital of Stuart's escape.Whether it's pretending to be crazy or sleeping in the open, as long as he can persist for a month, he believes that sooner or later, Moriarty's will will be worn out in the memory fragments, and then Moriarty's entire brain will be fully opened to him... Coupled with the ether particles that he has mastered the tricks of using for a long time, Stuart feels that even if the process is not very smooth, his new life is completely worth looking forward to.

After checking his appearance in the mirror one last time, Stewart left the apartment with his suitcases and shopping bags, blending into the crowd like a normal tourist.He discarded the shopping bag as planned and made a phone call near the agreed location.An unremarkable black car quickly stopped in front of him. Stuart got into the car, leaned back in the seat, and closed his eyes comfortably.

The driver drove in silence, and the sun swept across Stuart's pale cheeks from time to time.There is soothing music on the radio, and there is a fresh aroma in the car.In the slight bumps, Stuart soon fell asleep.

He dropped his hands unconsciously and fell between the back seats.

-

Sebastian Moran, well born, with a few estates to squander, was a handsome, well-spoken, well-educated man, not only a member of the House of Lords, but a promising official in the British Government .In private, he is good at having fun, and has a wide range of hobbies, from beauties to extreme sports, there is nothing he can't handle-but in front of Irene Adler, none of these seem to be considered an advantage.He will never guess what she values ​​and wants... Her brain is her talent, and her sexiness is her weapon. It is obviously impossible to say that Moran loves her to death. Lin aroused her desire to conquer as a man, but she led her by the nose and fell into a trap...

Moran didn't know how Irene and Moriarty discussed how to deal with Sherlock, but he was sure that Irene did have a hand with men.The evil fire that he was aroused by Irene lasted for several months, and it didn't fade away until Irene disappeared from his sight.I thought it was over here, and he was still dating and picking up girls normally, but the moment the door was opened, and seeing that cold face, memories of the past suddenly flooded into his heart, making him want to go Slap the woman, and hold a rose and ask her if she would like to give him a chance.

...it's almost like being possessed.Moran thought to himself, panting and hugging the warm body beside him tighter...of course it wasn't Irene, but that beautiful model.He has enough rationality and self-control, so he won't continue to be stupid after he has figured it out... But does the Boss know him too well?The delivery model also comes with a simulated body temperature device?How did he know that he would not be willing to just put such a handsome model in the living room, and would have to sleep with his arms around her for a few nights before he could feel at ease?

Satisfied, he touched the breastplate a few more times, and Moran lifted the quilt, ready to get up.After brushing his teeth, he hummed a ditty while swaying his lower body and pouted his buttocks to pick out underwear in the closet.While hesitating whether to choose Elephant Gray or Violet today, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind Moran: "Good morning, Mr. Moran, you have a call invitation from Mr. Stark..."

Moran let out a strange cry, and jumped over clutching his buttocks.The "beautiful", "handsome", and "body temperature simulation device" model was getting out of bed smoothly like a human being, and the sensor light under the mask was already on.After staring at those two shining eyes for a long time, the blank-minded Moran moved his hands from his buttocks to his crotch: "...Jarvis?"

"Obviously there is no other option, sir." Jarvis said flatly.

Moran raised his eyebrows slightly.It must be an illusion, he actually felt that Jarvis's voice sounded very unhappy... Coughing, Moran decided to ignore why his gift could be manipulated by Jarvis for the time being, obviously the story inside It's more complicated, and after getting along with Moriarty for so long, he's already used to skipping questions and focusing on the key points: "Connect."

Tony's voice sounded immediately: "Moran, can you come over here soon?—Jim has something to tell you."

The clothed hand paused, and Moran jumped to the window, closed the curtains with a snap, took out the detector from under the cabinet, and scanned the room up and down.After confirming that there was no bug and no one was eavesdropping, he took out a T-shirt from the closet and put it on quickly: "What happened?"

"...Take care of the body dumping issue?" Tony's tone sounded very relaxed, "Yesterday he avoided you and left with Magnussen's body, but you all know that he rarely does it himself, and he can do the body dumping well. Very unprofessional...”

"Deal with the aftermath of dumping the corpse?" Moran complained half-truthfully, holding up his trousers, "I already guessed that there would be such a thing, and the Boss wouldn't think of me except for this kind of thing. May I ask if he still remembers me?" Is it his most trusted subordinate and number one think tank? He let his think tank deal with such trivial matters? Killing people, collecting corpses, applying for passports and even buying underwear..."

"—Sounds like a human version of Jarvis?" Tony said, "but I don't know what happened to him during the process of dumping the body, and he hasn't returned until now, and Magnussen's body was taken away half an hour ago. Found."

Moran's hand froze.He grabbed the model's shoulder, surprised and angry: "Boss is missing!?"

"You can shout louder so that Irene can hear it." Tony said calmly, "Come here as soon as possible. I'm in the basement, and the password is 103."

He cut off the communication, and the lights in the model's eyes dimmed again.Unknowingly, Moran stuffed his thumb into his lips, and anxiously walked two steps around the room, determined to open the hidden compartment behind the oil painting, and took out a pitch-black cane.

-

Stuart woke up in a somewhat shaking environment.He felt that he was completely trapped in the clouds, and his spirit was swaying, but there was a hollow buzzing in his ears, and a nausea in his stomach.He turned sideways with his eyes closed, feeling sick facing the side, but opened his chin with his hands, and a sour-sweet thing fell into his mouth, instantly dispelling the discomfort, The wandering spirit also pulled back.

The instinct of the body made Stuart open his eyes.He saw the back of a man with a slender figure and curly half-length hair... He yawned suddenly, and tears welled up in his eyes.Sitting up with his arms propped up, Stuart looked at the room, looking in surprise at the luxurious decorations full of exotic styles and the smoker with white mist, not understanding what happened.But he soon realized that things might be in line with his previous speculation, and he was unfortunately discovered by Moriarty's acquaintances...

This efficiency is too high! !

Even though he has long been used to the bad luck brought about by his IQ problem, Stuart still felt grief and indignation in his heart.But the thing has already happened, he has to think about how to deal with it... Anyway, now he has planned to pretend to be another personality of Moriarty, so there is no need to try hard to imitate Moriarty's Words and deeds.He looked at the man's back and asked bluntly, "Who are you?"

"Oh...a good question." The man turned around slowly, resting his slender fingers on the back of the chair, "Who are you?"

This face looks familiar!Stewart tried his best to maintain his superficial calm, and shouted in his heart.He must have seen this face before, but not on any normal occasion... By the way!When I first entered the memory palace, from the balcony of the bedroom, I could see a vicious dog with a human face attacking the fence outside, with thick hair, pale skin, and gold-rimmed glasses... Isn’t that the man? !But who is he! ?

His surprised eyes seemed to please the other party, and the man sat down on the chair with a smile on his face: "Today is December 2010, 12, unfortunately, Christmas has passed, and we have not been able to exchange any Christmas gifts , but now that you can sit here calmly, it is the best compensation for me. I always want to give you a little compensation, for my previous recklessness... I know you will definitely not like me Do that, but you will never take it as a betrayal. You know how loyal I am to you. From the time you were 26 until today, I have been by your side for 12 years, solving all your wishes I need to solve things. Of course we have encountered a lot of troubles, but no matter when, we have never abandoned each other. Even if you sent me to Petak, I know that in your heart we are always together It's about trusting each other..."

"...Wait a minute!" Stuart interrupted him with sweaty palms, "This is why you kidnapped me? Mistaking me for another person? I seem to have seen you, on TV or in newspapers, But I'm sure we don't really meet, and I'm only 28 years old, and you say it's been 12 years since I was 21..."

He couldn't speak anymore.The man took off his glasses, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes under the soft light.His gaze was so terrifying that Stuart almost felt a pair of invisible hands strangling his throat.He swallowed with difficulty: "...I don't know what's wrong, but I'm really not Jim Moriarty...Maybe you can call me Stuart?"

"You don't need to talk." The man said coldly, "But since you have already introduced yourself, let me introduce myself...Thomas Higgins, maybe you really have some impression of me. Do you think I see Don't you think you're a fake who takes over the magpie's nest! I know Jim too well...I don't know how you took over this body, you want me to think it's multiple personalities?"

"I……"

"—Shut up! I told you, you don't need to speak!" Thomas' voice suddenly became sharp.He looked at Stuart with disgust, his eyes seemed to be poisoned: "I knew that man of unknown origin would definitely bring disaster... You forced me to use some drugs with strong effects, aliens from the parallel universe Starman. You used despicable means to trap Jim in his memory fragments, occupy this body, and dare to steal his voice, and use it to speak for your dirty thoughts!? I want to kill you with a knife To cut this body of flesh and blood, I would rather let it lose its life than suffer this kind of insult..."

There was a sudden chill on Stuart's back.He realized that Thomas might be serious, and that the ether particles are now tightly integrated with Moriarty, without its protection, if he is killed in this body, he might disappear completely... For a moment, he dismissed all chances, and hurriedly said: "But I can release Moriarty again..."

Thomas actually laughed.He put his glasses back on, and his voice softened: "No. Why? I hate that you've taken Jim's body, but I don't hate the situation. Frankly, it's good for both of us, You want a real body and I want Jim to stay away from Tony Stark and stay with me...I won't try to drive you away or hurt this body as long as you cooperate with me , stay here obediently, and I will allow you to use it and do what you want when I am not around."

... There must be something wrong with this Midgardian!

Stuart couldn't tell what his real intentions were.He was full of uneasiness, and he couldn't help but tentatively said, "Is this a deal?"

"No, it's just a statement." Thomas said softly, "You don't have the right to choose. I will inject you with drugs for a long time to make you lose the ability to escape."

Stuart didn't speak, and a thought turned in his mind.Thomas laughed again: "I know what you think... ether particles? You want to endure it for a while, and when it completely wipes out Jim's consciousness, you can free up your hands to use that magical power to solve everything."

He slowly raised a pistol, and pointed the black muzzle firmly at Stuart: "But do you think... Do I just kill you before that day to avoid this risk?"

Stuart opened his mouth and said angrily, "But it's simply impossible to trap Moriarty and keep his soul intact!"

"——Then how did you keep your soul intact after death, 5000 years without fading?" Thomas said softly, approaching him step by step, "It's not difficult, right?——As long as you Be willing to give up this power and make it completely Jim's property. Until you die, he will be forever trapped in the memory fragments, not knowing the passage of time, nor knowing what power he has... You can use this body safely until you die, isn't this a good deal?"

"……impossible!"

Stuart wanted to refuse subconsciously, but before he finished speaking, the muzzle of the gun hit him hard on the forehead.The dull pain made Stuart reflexively want to back away, but a hand had already grabbed his shoulder, and his pale and gloomy face was magnified in front of his eyes: "—then you can start the countdown of your own death days now."

"But I don't know... I don't know how the ether particles selected me..." Under the threat of death, Stuart forgot for a moment that there was an option to release Moriarty immediately, and murmured, "Every time Every curse warrior will get some ether particles to increase their strength, but when they die, these ether particles will return to the source... I don't know why it protected me and separated from the source, I don't know Will it be willing to protect Moriarty..."

"Then try." Thomas' voice was like a snake spitting out a letter, "I will use medicine to monitor and check your progress every day... If you still can't find a way after a week, I will kill you."

-

……

"...Let me see Appledore, Charles." Moriarty said softly, "You won't refuse me."

"I can accept it, but you have to hand over Mr. Stark to me first." Magnussen was silent for a few seconds before saying, as if thinking about whether this proposal was feasible.Moriarty found a faint smile on his lips, which seemed to be mocking, but also seemed to be a sure chance of victory...

"I'm sure I'm not the first person to mention this." Moriarty raised his voice slightly, "But... has anyone succeeded?"

Magnussen looked at him in surprise, and finally a slight solemnity appeared in his expression.I don’t know if it’s because of being in the memory palace, but Moriarty always felt that his ability to interpret facial expressions has improved... Magnussen is a person who is very good at hiding his emotions, but he can actually see the expression on his face. Look for every subtle change in the body to find out the different traces.

He rubbed the back of Tony's hand lightly, and said, "I guess no one has actually seen Appledore. Does it really exist? Electronic information is the easiest to break through, and paper things are not very safe... Van Real wealth is at risk of being stolen, no matter how well-secured a vault is. The only thing you can trust is your own mind, and you happen to be a newspaper mogul. You don't need to prove to others that the information you have is true or false , you just need to make sure that they have enough threatening power in the newspaper. But don’t you think this tactic is a bit outdated for me and Tony?... We are not big people, and we don’t care about other people’s opinions. You can even try to Disseminate these videos publicly as much as possible, but you got them from others, there is no impenetrable wall in the world, sooner or later someone will publish them..."

Moriarty felt inexplicably tired, as if he had said the same thing countless times in various ways.He stopped talking, and said bluntly: "Let me see Appledore."

"You guessed it right, I have a memory palace, just like you and Sherlock Holmes. But it doesn't really exist..."

……

"Appledore doesn't really exist, Magnussen?" Moriarty said, "but you can still show me how you got in... turn around."

Almost as soon as he thought about it, a door opened on the wall behind Magnussen.He built the details inside the door, the empty walls and the comfortable chairs with ease... as if he had done it countless times.

Magnussen looked almost unbelievable.He stared at the door in a daze for a few seconds, then turned his head, and said mockingly: "It seems that you have already understood it in detail, Mr. Moriarty. But what if you guessed it right? "

"Satisfy my curiosity, I want to see how you use it." Moriarty said softly, "Just as a Christmas present?"

……

"...This is a clever way to make the information never be forgotten." Magnussen descended the steps step by step, walking briskly, "A vault that will never be breached... when I need it , I will enter here, flipping through my memory..."

Moriarty stood on the tall stairs, watched him walk into the bookshelves, opened a file cabinet and took out the materials in it, muttering to himself.He seemed to have seen Magnussen's body lying between the bookshelves, and the unbelievable expression was really memorable.

He listened to Magnussen read out his original criminal history bit by bit, jumped down the stairs without a sound, and broke his neck.

……

"Let me see Appledore," said Moriarty. "It's a quid pro quo..."

He suddenly stopped, and a blurry picture appeared in his mind.It seemed that he already knew what information Magnussen had, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"—unless you are willing to give me Tony Stark first." Magnussen said.

"To be honest, Charles, I don't care about the information you have at all." Moriarty said, "What do you know? When I was four years old, I almost murdered my neighbor's little George? Or when I was 12 years old?" Met a swim coach who tried to moleste me?"

Tony looked at him in surprise.Magnussen calmly said: "I can also tell all your enemies how to find you, there will always be someone who is interested in your life."

"Yeah, I can recite all the names you filled in that folder." Moriarty said thoughtfully, "But it's not right... how would I know what's in your memory palace? ? I even know its specific form, the arrangement of each pile..."

A thought crossed my mind.

——It is impossible for a person to imagine something that does not exist out of thin air.

-

As soon as Moran entered the door, he collapsed on the ground exhaustedly, not wanting to move at all.The robot vacuum touched his head one after another, and Moran threw it aside irritably and closed his eyes.After a while, a strong suction hit his head, and Moran turned over and sat up with a yell, looking angrily at the large robot that was pretending to rotate its mechanical arm to vacuum everywhere: "Jarvis! !"

"—Sebastian?" Tony walked in with a piece of pizza in his mouth, "Is there any good news?"

"There's a lot of bad news." Moran said angrily, "First of all, that woman didn't have any sense of self-consciousness, invited her girlfriend to my house, and showed her affection in front of my face; secondly, your AI housekeeper seems to be about to leave the robot The three laws, he actually used a vacuum cleaner to mess up my hair! This has caused me a lot of mental damage!"

Tony shrugged and held out the plate to him: "If you don't have time to do your hair, Jarvis can always replace the barber's duties... In fact, he is also good at cooking, whether it's French, Italian or Vietnamese vegetable……"

"—there's good news." Moran sat up and slurred while eating pizza, "I talked to a friend in MI[-], and he told me that Magnussen had been planted The locator was inserted, but the strange thing is that not only the ones they know, but also a recently implanted... There is also a strange logo on it, they don't recognize it, but I happen to know it. Black disciples. Something must be It has something to do with Thomas and his gang, maybe he kidnapped Boss."

Tony frowned, thoughtfully: "Do you think they would have had this idea long ago?"

"So send Magnussen to find the way?" Moran said, "I think the possibility is too small, the character of Boss will never be threatened by others, Magnussen will either leave the house empty-handed, or empty-handed After leaving this world, there will be no other possibility. To be honest, I am still surprised, how could Boss go out and throw the corpse himself?"

Tony was silent for a while, and exhaled slowly: "Well, actually, Jarvis reminded me when he went out, but I didn't realize something was wrong until a few hours later..."

"Oh, oh, are you finally going to blame yourself?"

"Should I blame myself?" Tony asked back, "If the person who notified you was not me, after hearing the news of Jim's disappearance, would you feel accustomed to it or feel like an enemy? You know him enough, any abnormal behavior It’s not enough to call it abnormal on him, even if he went out of the living room with the corpse on his back, and said bluntly that he was going to throw the corpse, I’m afraid you wouldn’t feel any surprise, but would calmly wait for him to come back, right?”

Moran shrugged: "Are you the same?"

"—I'm not." Tony looked at him, eyes startlingly bright, "I may not have been involved in his past, but I know more about him than anyone else... I know he wouldn't go out on his own without telling me , and will not violate the promise to me and kill Magnussen who is no longer a threat. So I feel guilty, I should have found something wrong."

Moran was silent.Tony said softly: "Of course there is a possibility, he wants to get rid of me... I thought you would raise this possibility when I informed you, but... I'm glad you can trust me, Sebas."

He hugged Moran's shoulder and let go again.

Moran continued to remain silent, and looked at Tony with a complicated and unspeakable look for a long time before slowly saying: "Tony...do you know how you make me feel?"

Tony raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"It makes me feel like I'm an idiot!!!" Moran said with grief and indignation, "Your attitude is like facing a stepson who supports his stepmother to find his father!!! I'm older than Boss!!!"

Tony: "...seems fair enough. Um, some coffee?"

They went back to the basement again.In the past few days, except for going out and rest time, they have basically spent in the basement.With Moriarty's disappearance confirmed, Tony and Moran quickly came to an agreement.The news of Moriarty's disappearance must not be leaked at this time, and they can't take the risk to test the loyalty of the other people. Fortunately, Moriarty has basically stopped accepting commissions in recent months. Transactions are greatly reduced.His mobile phone is also left here. Moran is responsible for imitating his tone to deal with affairs. Tonight, with the help of Jarvis, he will assist Tony to complete a routine video conference. Be sure to stabilize the situation before the black hand behind the scenes jumps out. Situation, pretend it's business as usual...

"Irene took her little lover to go fishing today." Moran adjusted the atmosphere deliberately, "She is responsible for catching her little lover, and her little lover is responsible for catching John Watson, and John Watson is again The bait of Sherlock Holmes... I always feel that Sherlock will catch her again in the end. Has the Boss mentioned to you how to operate this case?"

"—Wait for Irene to send the text message." Tony said, "No later than the afternoon of the day after tomorrow. I think she should be able to get it tomorrow. When she sends the password, you can send a text message to Sherlock's brother , using a tone that compares to Moriarty..."

Moran: "...I've always been a polite person, Tony."

"Does this have anything to do with being polite?" Tony asked back, "When you're bubbling up five of the hottest girls at a dance, and some unlucky guy just happens to get all five of them out in a row, what do you think?" Haven't you been beaten on the spot?...Come on! Think about the feeling of not being beaten!"

"'Bang ding ding ding - a belated Christmas gift. Thank you for your generosity, Jim Moriarty salutes you'!"

Tony raised his hand to give him a high five, and the heavy atmosphere was finally dispelled a little.At this moment, Moriarty's cell phone rang suddenly.It was the first call in days, and the name on the caller ID was Hanks.

Tony gestured for Jarvis to connect, and adjusted to Moriarty's voice: "Hello?"

"—I must praise you for your hard work these days, Sebastian, and Tony Stark." Thomas' voice sounded softly, and seemed to be in a good mood, "but Jim is in my hands, and After tonight, everyone will know that..."

-

……

"...show me Appledore..."

Moriarty repeated, then suddenly closed his eyes and stepped up the familiar stairs.However, he was ejected in just a short moment, and his consciousness fell into a blank.

……

"Unless you trade Appledore." Moriarty said, "Let me see..."

He suddenly stopped, tried his best to restrain the sudden thought, and continued to speak his lines: "...I will agree to your request."

"Even if I ask Mr. Stark to lick my shoes?"

"Let me lick your shoes." Moriarty said, but the thoughts in his mind became clearer and clearer.He could hardly bear to test his thoughts, but he still tried his best to restrain himself and lured Magnussen to the edge of the cliff step by step.

Magnussen opened his memory palace.Moriarty killed him immediately, pulled out a few folders casually, and his face became gloomy.He sat among the many bookshelves in Appledore, pondered for a while, raised his hand and melted a sharp awl, and carved words on the bookshelves.

……

"...What about Moran and the others?"

"They all left. Irene went to Moran's, and Andre just answered the phone and left 5 minutes before you came up..." Tony shrugged, obviously changing the subject, "You don't open the presents ?"

"Tony, do you think it's real?" Moriarty didn't answer, but rubbed his fingers over Tony's face, "I'm not so bored that I can imagine things between us."

Tony frowned slightly: "What happened?"

"I want to kill Magnussen." Moriarty half-truthfully said, "Throughout, peel off his skin to make shoes..."

"Haven't you already killed Magnussen's memory and personality once?"

"Yeah, I always feel like I've killed him more than once..." Moriarty took a deep breath, "Tony, can you help me find a knife?...I want to carve something on the wall."

……

Tony disappeared from Moriarty's eyes, but he couldn't wait for Jarvis to wake up.Moriarty knew that it was Jarvis expressing his dissatisfaction with pulling Tony in, so he didn't care about anything. He sat in the basement and quickly sorted out Appledore's information, and prepared to go out the way he came.There are actually only twenty steps from the hall to the basement. When he took Magnussen down the No. 20 first step, he had actually entered the white house.Now, as long as he crosses the first step of No.20 that does not exist in reality, he can return to reality from the thinking palace...

Moriarty stepped up the steps, his eyes twisted, and Magnussen, who was lying on the stairs, appeared in front of his eyes.Moriarty habitually scraped the dust from the soles of his face on his face, and continued to move forward, but suddenly frowned, and turned his head back.

One, two, three, four... There are seven steps from the bottom down.

As for the stairs, there are a total of fourteen steps.

...The real world has gone up a level! ?

Moriarty suddenly grabbed Magnussen's arm and dragged him roughly down the basement.The open door between the walls still exists brightly, sitting on a chair with his head bowed in the small white space