[Zhongyingmei] Love wife crazy demon

"How is today?"

"Still the same, sir."

"By old-fashioned, you mean James Moriarty kept his words to himself, whether beatings, confessions, or drugs?"

"Uh...that's right, sir."

The official quietly wiped the sweat from his palms on his lower back, and said as formulaically as possible: "The interrogation of James Moriarty has been fruitless so far. He is like a fool, dumb... If it is not because of physical monitoring has been providing data, we almost thought he was actually a robot. But now, sir, I can only say that this man's will is extremely strong, we have used all available means, but no matter what Can't pry his mouth off...Philip is asking for more brutal methods to be used on him...'

"—then use it, is there any problem?"

A gloomy red-haired man walking beside Mycroft interrupted the official's narration, speaking impatiently.Mycroft glanced at him, and nodded encouragingly to the officer.The official lowered his head: "... Judging from the current situation, even if we use the most extreme means imaginable for James Moriarty, I'm afraid... before he speaks, people have already gone to see God gone."

"...This is outrageous, Holmes!" The red-haired man felt ridiculous, and looked at Mycroft in disbelief, "Based on your description, I thought what I heard was a fearless superhero in comics, And not a brains-eating... hacker?"

"——I think you will find more qualities in him that belong to philosophical poisoning, mathematics lovers, and music enthusiasts." Mycroft said politely, "And frankly, I don't think the current hackers The power has grown to such an extent that you can rule the world with just a few lines of code..."

"—but he claims to be able to, and we have to find out about it." The red hair said, "and don't forget how he appeared in our cage—Andrei Morozov assembled a team An army to defend himself, surrounded by security experts from all over the world, even he turned to us for help, spent all his wealth in exchange for our best agents, and locked himself in even if an ant entered continuously In the bunker after [-] inspections and defenses—then he died, and in front of his beloved son, he was meticulously skinned, muscles and bones removed, and a flute was made out of leg bones, and the flute was finished. A whole minuet...the kid had to have his frontal lobe removed. Regardless of how their feud came to be, Moriarty did show us how dangerous he was, both physically and mentally Up……"

He lowered his voice, and added: "If I don't understand how he did it, I think there will be many distinguished and important people in the world who can't eat."

Mycroft raised an eyebrow.The official said: "However, there is only one situation where Moriarty can speak..."

"—me," Mycroft interjected, "but no matter what, he won't tell about the code."

"Impress him with all the ways you can, Holmes." The redhead waved his hands and walked into the room. "I'm here to watch..."

Mycroft walked into another adjoining room.

Shabby decor, dark tones.A figure sat on a chair in the interrogation room with his back to him, messy hair, and a dirty prison uniform... Mycroft saw clear wounds on his arms, which were caused by beatings during the interrogation of.He walked to the other side of the table and sat down.

The chair creaked slightly.Moriarty raised his head, showing an expected smile under the pale light.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes..." His voice was a bit vague, and it sounded weak, "What stories are you going to tell me today?"

Mycroft clasped his hands together. "There's no story. I'm here today to ask questions."

Moriarty let out an "oh" in disappointment, and his eyes fell into the darkness again.Mycroft said: "Of course you don't have to answer me...but today I want to mention a name that has never been mentioned in the past few weeks. You and I both know that it will become a powerful threat...Tony Stark."

Moriarty laughed softly, a little casually.He glanced up at Mycroft: "Yeah, yeah, yeah...a name that could make this building 'bang'. You don't want to take that risk, though you don't know what he's doing to me What does that mean."

"——I think I still know." Mycroft leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair, "Someone just described you as saying, 'This person's will is extremely strong'... This obviously describes Not exactly, you're not human. Have you read Suskind's Perfume?"

Moriarty shrugged.

"You and the protagonist Grenouille are very similar. Both are born lacking a certain basic element of being a human being, both have an extraordinary talent in grasping this element, and both instinctively pursue it, and do everything possible to do so, The only difference is that you have a higher intelligence, but the result is still the same..."

"—are you describing yourself, 'Iceman'?"

Moriarty's voice interrupted him happily, and his eyes wandered meaningfully on Mycroft's face: "Superior intellect, born lacking certain basic ingredients of being human, instinctively longing for such things, doing everything possible Because of my dream..."

"Mr. Moriarty." Mycroft raised his voice a little, his face darkening. "We're talking about you now."

"Oh...but it has something to do with you." Moriarty's tone was indifferent. "Sherlock Holmes, your brother, has been the focus of our conversation. You know what I want to do, dear Holmes, I am sitting here Suffered for three weeks, just trying to get..."

Mycroft made a pause gesture and walked out of the interrogation room.Moriarty burst out laughing, tapping notes with his hands handcuffed to the armrests.

Surveillance systems shut down.The person behind the one-way mirror also left.When Mycroft came back again, Moriarty asked, "Do you like Bach or Mozart?"

"—I don't like music."

"Oh, come on, you're sure to listen, you have to know your brother's hobbies, don't you?"

Mycroft paused and swallowed his anger: "Bach has a special beauty."

"Yeah, it's especially suitable for people like you and me whose brains are often too idle. Our brains are like a crazy perpetual motion machine, turning and turning and turning at an excessively high frequency... we have to find some time to pass the time No. You can use Grenouille as an analogy, which is actually very reasonable, without even removing any intellectual factors...Intellect is my gift, my second visual system, like smell is to him. But Tony is different... "

Moriarty clicked his tongue on the palate, still with a heartfelt smile on his face: "You, me, Sherlock, there will never be only a few of us in our time. But... …two universes, two earths, 150 billion people, and only one him.”

Mycroft looked at him quietly for a while: "I turned off the surveillance, Moriarty."

"Wow...I expected it."

"You know why I'm sitting here, using my brother's information in exchange for your opening... I never believe that you have a universal code to open all organs in your hand, no, even if it exists, it can only be used to apply it In most circumstances, it is not enough to scare Andrei Morozov. Some people think that Morozov is just acting with you, he wants to escape, and you want to make a name for it... you will think so No one knows how big your criminal empire is. In the eyes of MI5, you are indeed not well-known, and you are not even worthy of close monitoring, but you have always been the spider at the center of the criminal network, the Napoleon of the criminal world... so Another reason for Morozov's fear is that he believes that he cannot escape the fate of death, and I am inclined to think that he knows that you have acquired some supernatural power."

Moriarty shook his neck, just smiled and said nothing.

"Of course, no one will believe this." Mycroft said, "It's like no one will believe that the nuclear bomb disappeared out of thin air. But for now, can I make a reasonable guess—— Mister Stark most likely didn't die, but just left this world the way he came?"

"Whatever you want." Moriarty lazily said, "Can I also make a reasonable guess that you suddenly mentioned Tony, not to annoy me, but because you are ready to release me?" out?"

Mycroft raised his eyebrows: "—the sense is very keen, but we need a suitable reason."

Moriarty thought for a while: "For example, I have a strong tendency to self-destruct?"

"I'm afraid it's not enough."

"Then I'll demonstrate my technique." Moriarty said briskly, "It just fits my plan. The magic won't work if it's exposed, right? Everyone is more willing to believe in things that are in their own interests. Oh, I plan to play with your brother's feelings, you shouldn't be angry about it?"

"—Could it be convenient for you to reveal the details of the plan first?"

"It's meaningless to put it bluntly, Mycroft. It will definitely bring a deep psychological shadow to little Xiali."

"I believe that the lessons he learned from Irene Adler are enough to remember for a lifetime." Mycroft stood up and dialed a number, "Thank you for the information you have provided these days, after a few years We're going to be busy in the future... It's a pleasure working together."

The barber and the secretary holding the clothes filed in, and Moriarty smiled.

"Pleasant to work with."

-

Every fairy tale must have a classic villain at the end, and every opera must have a grand curtain call at the end.Moriarty wanted to design the story a little more gorgeously, with beautiful melodies...beautiful dances...dramatic ups and downs, to be worthy of his final farewell to the world.

Rossini's overture to "The Thief Magpie" was playing melodiously in the earphones.Amid the magnificent and full sound of the trombone, Moriarty gently shook his somewhat heavy mind.He is now wearing the priceless imperial crown on his head, and holding the king's scepter passed down from generation to generation by the British royal family in his hand-but no one knows that the 330-carat St. Edward sapphire on the crown has long been Has been replaced.The real thing was hanging around Tony's neck now...if the wormhole travel hadn't damaged it.

He also hoped that it could provide Tony with the retrieved coordinates... But the hope was very slim. When he opened the wormhole, he only wanted to get Tony out of danger, and according to the analysis and judgment of ether particles, his The wish was affected by the memory. Tony once told him how he came to this world, so after getting the information about the nuclear bomb, the steel suit, and self-sacrifice, Moriarty subconsciously opened the door to the parallel world. Wormhole.The good news is that the wormhole accurately sent Tony to another world after most of his life force was lost and all the lives of all creatures in the hundreds of miles of sea area were emptied... But the bad news is that the positioning of the wormhole is based on Tony and The mutual attraction of parallel worlds is achieved, and Moriarty does not have the coordinates of the other world in his hands. Even with the help of ether particles, it is not easy to find the location of the other world smoothly.

While killing Andre, Moriarty found a sample of Tony's blood in a secret laboratory in East Africa.But the effect of such a small amount of blood is really negligible, far from enough for him to sense Tony's position... The tasteless side of ether particles is now completely reflected, and it is impossible for Moriarty to bring that little blood to find parallel universes one after another. In the past...if he could get the complete Reality Gem, things might be solved easily, but although he has certain advantages in obtaining the Reality Gem now, according to Stuart's memory, the Reality Gem should be given to Asgard after the defeat of the Dark Elves. The protoss have kept it in safekeeping. Whether they can approach it smoothly is another matter... Even if the Reality Gem is really obtained, it must be used in conjunction with other Infinity Gemstones to be used safely. This is undoubtedly another huge project...

So Moriarty is trying to find things related to the other world left by Tony, but Tony has always been very cautious in this regard, and Moran left behind a sniper rifle modified by Tony and a A pair of black-tech masks that can change their appearance at will, but their materials are all from this world, and they have no effect at all... After a long time of searching and no results, Moriarty had to give up this way in annoyance.The ether particles still have the cosmic coordinates when they met Tony, maybe it will be closer to where Tony is...

After killing the person who should be killed, Moriarty enjoyed the last time of ordinary Moriarty in the prison of MI[-].Perhaps because he was leaving this world soon, Moriarty felt a little compassionate in himself.He actually decided to use the original script for the curtain call in order not to disappoint people!Letting them all down is in line with Moriarty's philosophy!

The police broke in.Moriarty was charged with attempted theft of the crown and scepter.Next came the court session, the trial... Moriarty successfully demonstrated to the dignitaries who followed the Andre incident how he used old-fashioned methods to achieve incredible results.As he'd told Mycroft, magic doesn't work when it's debunked, and people lose their respect for authority once they realize they can do the same great things.The attention paid to Moriarty immediately dropped sharply... Maybe Sherlock didn't know that the confrontation between them had become a drama in the eyes of big shots.Mycroft probably wouldn't let him know either.

How nice, this feeling of protection.Moriarty began to seriously consider whether he should try this model.

But the most horrific injuries always come from within and cannot be prevented.

Moriarty pushed Sherlock to the top with one hand, and watched him fall from the top overnight.It's so easy to change people's opinions, because people are always more willing to believe explanations that are in their own interests... No matter how angry Sherlock is, it can't change the stupidity of others.But I'm afraid he has never thought of changing anyone's opinion, because they are just like this, and they are born lacking a certain kind of humanity... On the contrary, this is a kind of heaven's protection for geniuses.

If Tony could do that, maybe he wouldn't be Iron Man.

The morning sun leaped from the horizon, and the blue sky was floating with clouds dyed orange and light yellow.The mobile phone is playing "Alive" by the Bee Gees. Moriarty likes this song so much that he even sets it as his mobile phone ringtone.He sat on the roof of the Barts Hospital, staring at the album covers spinning on the screen.The door opened, and Moriarty looked up, seeing Sherlock as expected.

"—Are you waiting impatiently for me to make a move, Sherlock? But things need a process of fermentation, and the growth of a big tree of suspicion and jealousy cannot be done overnight." Moriarty said casually, "Both Months have passed, and I wonder if you have found the answer to the question I left you on my last visit?"

Sherlock stopped in his tracks, expressionless.Moriarty didn't care, and raised his arm: "'Alive'!" He clicked off the music and stood up: "It's boring enough, isn't it? The ultimate problem between us...to live is Looking for entertainment, and I suddenly found that there is no entertainment in this world. Of course, you know that I don't mean only Tony."

A sneer appeared on his face, and he raised his arms high: "You should have pulled the trigger a year ago, Sherlock, so I would still find it interesting. I used to think that you could be my best pastime." , because we are so similar... It's just that you are on the side of justice, which is a bit boring."

"—Tony Stark is also on the side of justice."

"No, it's just that justice is lying in his path," Moriarty retorted.

"Now it's still lying on your way to him." Sherlock continued, "Although I'm on the side of the angels, I'm definitely not one of them."

They stared at each other for a few seconds, and Moriarty laughed.

"They didn't see it, only you did." He said softly, "You know that my goal is not you, but you must be included in my curtain call. Because this is what I owe you, Sherlock, I owe you You fall once."

"This is the ultimate problem between us?"

Moriarty shrugged: "Have you come up with any results?"

"—an experiment in human nature. You showed me how fragile trust can be, but that's what I wondered, because people who truly trust me don't doubt me because of the naked eye that can be deceived, and neither do I To care about people who don't want to trust me." Sherlock said calmly, "As you said, they are all ordinary people. You can overturn your hands and ruin my reputation, but as long as I understand the trick, Can save everything...like that code."

Moriarty laughed in astonishment: "The code?"

"A group of dangerous killers appeared around me. They protected me but couldn't get close to me. Once they got close, they would be shot to death by their companions. I can only guess what dangerous things you left in my study, so that they have to compete with each other " Sherlock stared at Moriarty, flicking his fingers rhythmically on the back of his hand, "And the most reasonable explanation is that code... With a few lines of simple code, you can enter any system. Tower of London, Prison , bank vault..."

"I told my clients the news, and then some people couldn't hold back." Moriarty curled his lips, "You were also fooled, idiot! Am I really that good at deceiving people? ?You don't really think that a few lines of code can turn the whole world upside down? Oh, you also noticed this, the rhythm of finger tapping... Mycroft knows a lot more than you, "First Partita Suite ", thanks, JS Bach!"

Shyness also appeared on Sherlock's face: "Then why are you..."

"Invading banks, the Tower of London, and prisons? I just taught you human nature, Sherlock!" Moriarty said impatiently, "Find the right pressure points, helpers are everywhere. You always like to put everything All very clever, yeah, how hard it is to have a little fun in this boring world. That's why I'm so disappointed, precisely because it's so easy!—It's so easy to beat you, so easy. I thought I'd end up I can have some fun with you, but you're just an ordinary person in the end."

He said in a strange tone: "Dad is really disappointed! Now the game can be over, and the actors can start to call. Thank you for choosing a tall building, it is more convenient-you know what to do? Wow, 'genius Detective was exposed the hoax of the century'! It's all in the newspapers, it must be true, right? What a cruel fairy tale!"

"—But the ending that fits the fairy tale is not the death of the protagonist, but the villain." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "I will indeed lose my reputation, and may even be threatened by you to commit suicide...but you are the one who should call the curtain down. "

Moriarty laughed: "Why, have you caught my weakness?"

"It seems that Irene didn't tell you that Stark and I rescued her together." Sherlock walked to the edge of the roof with his hands behind his back, and looked at the flow of people below, "There was an accident in the process of saving her... …I found that he is physically superior to ordinary people. He can easily break steel knives, run faster than vehicles, and there is a group of people who are targeting him faintly, using you as bait to force him into the trap. I am very curious about this Why, at first I thought he was a cyborg who escaped from a laboratory in a certain country, but later I got an unexpected answer from him."

He turned his head and showed a bright smile: "Do you want to know what else we talked about?"

Moriarty's heart skipped a beat, and a vague premonition came to his mind.His smile disappeared from his face, and his voice suddenly became hoarse: "What?"

"—on terms, Moriarty."

Sherlock stepped on the edge of the roof, tried it, and jumped off again: "Thank you for your generous teaching, I knew two months ago that you would definitely seize my weakness and oppress it. So I said at that time The purpose of procrastinating until now is to wait for you to reveal all your hole cards. If I don't want to jump from here, what are you going to do?"

Moriarty opened his fingers, and held them slowly again: "... Sherlock Holmes, I really want to hang you up like I did to the last person who threatened me, and use mercury to peel off your skin, and pick off your skin while you are alive. Take your heart out, saw your skull open, and I promise you your soul will still be in your body until I cook your lungs."

"—Talk about the conditions, Moriarty." Sherlock repeated politely, "What is your hole card?"

Moriarty looked at Sherlock with a look like a dog-hating classmate who snatched his No. 1 before the final grades were handed out, but joy grew from his heart uncontrollably.He said his cards without hesitation: "The landlady, Lestrade, John Watson. Three killers, three bullets, if you don't jump from here, the bullets will go through their heads .”

"So you must have a way to make them stop." Sherlock walked to his side, with a triumphant smile, "Now tell them to stop, and I will show you my conditions."

Moriarty made a disgusted face and sent a text message.He threw the phone directly to Sherlock and raised his hands: "I did it, what's your condition?"

Sherlock didn't intend to return the phone at all, and stuffed it directly into his pocket.Then he spread his hand and tossed a crumpled tissue to Moriarty: "Here."

There were still oil stains from fried chicken on the paper towel, but the weight let Moriarty know that Sherlock wasn't lying.He slowly opened it with his fingers, and a ring inlaid with blue crystals appeared in front of his eyes.

Sherlock's voice seemed to suddenly become blurred, far and near, inaudible: "... Stark hopes that I can stop you, he knows what you will do... he doesn't want you to leave because of him And make any irrational choice, great love..."

Moriarty put on the ring with full concentration, and the clear coordinates were reflected back in the backflow of ether particles.He couldn't stop laughing, his heart was boiling with joy that almost exploded.

Sherlock paused, frowning slightly: "Moriarty...?"

Why do things seem to be different from what they imagined?

"Thank you. Thank you, Sherlock." Moriarty smiled and extended his right hand, "Thank you..."

Sherlock looked at him carefully, and slowly extended his hand.Moriarty shook hands with him, and thanked him from the bottom of his heart: "...you are right, we should talk about terms. Thank you, thank you for letting Tony keep it. Thank you. The accident Hi, right?"

He took a step back with a smile, his expression full of joy: "Bless you. Good luck."

He suddenly raised his left hand, and the muzzle of the gun rested on the upper jaw.

--boom! !

The body fell to the ground.Blood soaked his hair and quickly formed a pool behind his head.There was still a weird smile on Moriarty's pale face in the morning sun, and Sherlock backed away sharply, gasping for breath in shock.He suddenly remembered Moriarty's cell phone, and immediately took it out.There was no password on the phone, so he easily entered the text message interface, but the sent message showed three clear smiling faces, as if mocking silently.

Sherlock threw away the phone, took out his own, and sent a text message.Then he stood on the edge of the rooftop and made a call.

"...John..."

Sherlock jumped off the roof of Butts Hospital.

He didn't see the blood flowing back quickly towards the back of Moriarty's head, and blood appeared on that pale face again.Moriarty sat down, pressed his aching head, and looked down at the ground from the rooftop.John Watson was knocked down by a bicycle, while Sherlock was being guarded by a group of people, nervously putting on makeup.Moriarty, wondering if he could see him, whistled and snapped his fingers at him.

"Great friendship. You don't know what I'm going to do."

He raised his left hand, kissed the well-fitting ring on his ring finger, and smiled.

"Now let's locate..." Black and red mist gushed out of his body, and the starry vortex gradually expanded in front of his eyes, "Where is Tony?"