[Zhongyingmei] Love wife crazy demon

These days, anyone who thinks they are rich and powerful likes to invest some money in high-end scientific research, as if this has become an elegant hobby, showing their differences in vision and status everywhere.

Moriarty's interest in the field of scientific research is only so-so, but his wealth has reached a considerable level in the accumulation of more than 20 years. If he does not consume some, then the numbers lying in his account are just numbers That's all.As a result, a "laboratory" was built in this way. It was a building located in the outskirts of the city, with a total of twelve floors above and below the ground. The world's most sophisticated means.It took five years from Moriarty's financial advisor, Thomas, to put forward the money-burning idea to its complete completion, and more than a dozen groups of researchers have successively settled in... Now, a room in the laboratory Inside is Tony's steel suit, and an Eastern European scientific research team that claims to have been researching exoskeletons since the Soviet era has arrived in London.Moriarty knew that Tony was a genius, but the extent of his genius and how many years of knowledge he had mastered exceeded this world, perhaps only these so-called experts could judge.

Tony was obviously so confident in his hands-on ability that he didn't even think about finding an assistant.After checking and accepting the temporary workplace, he took the equipment that arrived in London one after another, and devoted himself to the great cause of manufacturing the reactor.Moriarty began to pay more attention to the other side-a confrontation that had been foreshadowed 22 years ago.

Sherlock Holmes, a consulting detective, a man who has a genius mind comparable to his but has gone on a completely opposite path... It is not difficult to predict that he will make that choice, after all, people's growth environment has a strong influence on character Shape is so important.Moriarty tried his best to make his life not so boring by means of mind games, and Sherlock was so bored that he got into contact with drugs, and then had to rely on playing mind games to get rid of drugs-they were both the best in each other's fields, and they happened to be A natural opponent, just recently Sherlock has become more and more mature, and Moriarty is looking forward to the feeling of meeting each other... He will definitely like this game.

"Boss, the Black Lotus gang has noticed Holmes," Moran reported on the phone. "Their killer killed another person, Holmes... Well, he went to the hospital today and checked the previous body. We still need to What are you doing?"

"You don't need to do anything. Exaggerate how powerful Holmes is, and then get out." Moriarty said indifferently, "Just prepare for the finishing work."

Moran muttered: "No need to exaggerate, Holmes is powerful enough...Boss, may I ask what your American boy is doing to make such a big commotion?"

"...creating new worlds."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, hung up the phone, poured himself a cup of coffee, and returned to the office.It's his turn to be on the night shift today, and he can't get by without some coffee.

——This evening, he encountered a surprise.The target he selected before, Jasmine Amber, one of Sherlock's few friends, is on the night shift downstairs tonight, and she just posted a new blog, which also mentioned Sherlock!

Moriarty quickly finished reading the new content of Jasmine's blog, and couldn't help laughing in front of the computer.This 31-year-old girl with a blank relationship history wrote her thoughts on the blog frankly, how she fell in love with Sherlock at first sight, and how Sherlock used her shamelessly... She also complained childishly on the blog , I am about to become a "nervous spinster", and the whole story is full of resentment.Before Moriarty finished laughing, she saw her add a comment below, praying that no one would find out that she mentioned Sherlock's name——Silly girl, she actually thinks that as long as Sherlock's name is not mentioned, others will Can't guess who she likes?

Moriarty flipped through "Three Hundred Practical Tips to Seduce Girls", and slowly typed a reply on the keyboard.Soon, the two night shift workers chatted under Jasmine's blog.Jasmine is obviously not very good at parrying other people's overt expressions of favor, and without saying a few words, Moriarty successfully asked her down for a cup of coffee... According to the inferences of those bloggers, it won't take long for him to be able to Appeared in front of Sherlock with a completely unsuspecting identity.

All went well with the plan, and Moriarty was in a good mood.It was almost nine o'clock when we got home, Moriarty yawned sleepily, took off his coat, and fell on the quilt.

A few minutes later, he felt that someone had lightly stepped onto the bed and lay beside him.

Moriarty reluctantly opened his eyes: "Tony?"

"Did I wake you up?" Tony's face was a bit haggard beyond his expectation, and his eyes seemed to be bloodshot, "I just—seem to need a rest too..."

"Did you stay up all night?" Moriarty frowned slightly and sat up.

Tony shook his head.Moriarty knew in his heart that he must be having another nightmare.

He lay down again under the quilt. A minute later, Tony also lay down.Moriarty rolled over, took Tony into his arms, put his palms on his chest, and fell into a deep sleep.

They slept till evening.After dinner, Tony invited Moriarty: "Do you want to see my results?"

Moriarty visits Tony's workspace.Tony opened up a fairly wide space underground, and some very thick black pipes were connected to each other, and the ground was full of half-disassembled crates and parts.There were more semi-finished products piled up on the workbench, Tony swept out a blank area, and put the phone on it with a little complacency: "Look."

Blue rays intersected from all directions, and Tony pressed on the phone, and the blue light intertwined in his palm, and a three-dimensional image of the phone was generated.He raised his hand to send the image into the air, and stretched his hands to the sides, and the perspective view was enlarged accordingly, each part was displayed in front of Moriarty in detail, and each label was marked on it.

"I made this with the existing system and data...it's not too difficult, but it's useful." Tony shrugged, raised his hand and slapped off the image, "Thanks to it, I can do some more sophisticated work ...But I always feel that I have used better ones before, and I seem to have done some artificial intelligence..."

Moriarty looked around the modest but expensive studio. "How's your reactor doing?"

"If you don't tell me, I almost forgot. It's not bad, the spare parts have been manufactured, but there is a small problem..." Tony bent down and took out a box from under the workbench, the curve of his hips was clearly revealed at this moment .When he stood up, Moriarty turned his head involuntarily, as if he suddenly became very interested in a mechanical arm two meters away, staring at it for a while.

"Jim, you have to do me a favor." Tony coughed, "Because of the material problem, I had to add a wire in it. The reactor I have in my chest just needs to be installed directly, but it has to... , into the groove below."

Moriarty: "...Are you asking me to operate on you?"

"It's not a big problem, it's just a thread." Tony said sternly, "Of course, your hands look a bit big, but it's okay to operate with tweezers, right? If it's me Or groping in front of the mirror, which will inevitably cause some unnecessary pain, such as accidentally touching the connector on the inner wall and the like... Come on, Jim! It's just a thread!"

"...do I need to wash my hands first?"

"No, it's not affected by bacteria." Tony handed him both the tweezers and the reactor, lifted his shirt, and sat cross-legged on the ground, "I'll take the old reactor down, and within 30 seconds, you Put this new one on me..."

His beautiful waistline and thin muscles dangled in front of Moriarty's eyes. Moriarty forced himself to focus more, but in the end he just moved his gaze from his belly button to his chest... a little pink stubbornly entered his chest The sight, firmly rooted, frantically grew branches and vines in his lungs.Moriarty suddenly felt a little lack of oxygen, and his breathing became short of breath.He half-kneeled in front of Tony, his skin white from the shadowless lamp.The circular device in the center of his chest was emitting a steady blue light as Tony breathed.Tony put his hand on it and slowly twisted it out.

The circular inner wall deeply embedded in the chest appeared in front of Moriarty.It is about ten centimeters deep, and the bottom is a black round seat, but there are no ports on it.Moriarty held the joint between his hands, unable to get his hands on it: "Are you sure there is a joint here?"

Tony's face was very ugly, and he tried to breathe steadily: "I don't know...I think there should be..."

"I think you'd better install the reactor just now, and then slowly study whether there are any problems." Moriarty straightened up, ready to get the reactor.Tony grabbed his arm: "No...it's almost exhausted...you have to connect to this right away..."

Moriarty could only lower his head again: "Why didn't you tell me in the morning?"

"I think we still have plenty of time..." Tony struggled, "put the tweezers in there and try... there must be a small hole... maybe it's just covered with dust... oh my god! It feels like eating a hyena's tail raw!"

Moriarty finally found a side port with tweezers.He successfully inserted the connector, screwed it into the reactor, and after a soft click, the reactor lit up steadily.Moriarty heaved a sigh of relief and threw away the tweezers, only to realize that he was already profusely sweating.

Tony was no better than him, his face was paler than usual, but he showed a relaxed smile: "Your hands are much more stable than I thought."

"I have studied surgery." Moriarty stood up and poured himself a glass of water, "You don't even know if my hands are steady, so you don't mind letting me do this?"

"I can only trust you." Tony said behind him, "This matter is too important. If someone finds out the purpose of the small reactor, I am afraid it will cause a wave of turmoil in the world... I don't want people here What changes have taken place in the technological process because of me."

"The next sentence is asking me to return the steel coat?" Moriarty teased.

Tony showed a confident smile: "You can't research anything, at most understand the composition of metals, the internal structure... I admire you very much if you can restore it to a piece of armor. You promised that I will eventually put Give it back to me, in this case, it is nothing more than a safe environment in your hands, what should I worry about?"

Moriarty suddenly realized a fact he had overlooked: Tony would leave.

He was silent for a while, not taking Tony's words.At this moment, the phone rang, and it was a call from Moran.Moriarty logically left the basement to answer the phone.

Tony didn't notice his silence, sitting on the workbench, throwing the blue [-]D light ball in a daze.

"Strange..." he said to himself, "who should that voice be?"

-

Perhaps because they were too confident in their own strength, the Black Lotus gang was too arrogant and insisted on playing some dramatic game of choice in London, but it turned out to be a stumble in Sherlock's hands.Not only did Shanbangzhu not be able to vent his anger on Xiao Xiami, who she thought was overreaching, but he also had no clue about the whereabouts of the antique jade hairpin worth £900 million, so he had to ask Moran for help again.

Following Moriarty's instructions, Moran dragged on without replying.The next morning, they received news that the smuggled hosta had been found by Sherlock, and the evidence was handed over to Scotland Yard.

The Black Lotus gang also received the news, and asked Moran even more persistently to communicate with Moriarty. 900 million pounds is not a small amount. Losing this business, the loss of money is only one aspect, and more importantly, their reputation accumulated over the years in smuggling will be seriously damaged.But Moriarty was in no hurry to give them an answer.Tony was working downstairs, and Moriarty was upstairs watching an opera. After a leisurely day, he gave a URL and agreed to have a conversation with the Benefactor.

The conversation of consulting criminals is always one-sided. The help-seeker is exposed to the camera, but the person who actually planned the crime just typed a few lines of characters on the dark interface.Shanbangzhu is undoubtedly a smart woman.Realizing her fate, she struggled to get a chance from Moriarty.But her struggle was undoubtedly futile. She was just a pawn in front of Moriarty, and she was not the only leader of the Black Lotus Gang. Even if Moriarty killed her, the future cooperation between the two parties would not any problems.

No matter how much the leader of the good gang showed his consideration for Moriarty, even exaggerated the harm that Sherlock would bring him in front of him, or vowed that he would not reveal Moriarty's identity, Moriarty remained indifferent.He was just admiring the monkey's struggle after losing the banana.The red dot landed on the desperate woman's forehead as expected. Moriarty pressed a button, watched the woman's head burst into blood and disappeared into the screen, and drank her black tea indifferently.

It is too easy to let a life disappear.Moriarty did not tell Tony that if he had to choose between 10 million dollars and the lives of 10 people, he would definitely choose the lives of those [-] people, because... from birth to death, even if it is Ordinary people can also find fun for him.

He turned and was about to take the sugar cube jar off the shelf when he saw Tony standing in the doorway.Tony looked a little strange, with a strange look in his eyes.

"Tony?" Moriarty pushed away the computer chair and stood up, "What's wrong with you?"

"...I wanted to tell you that I succeeded..." Tony raised his hand and pressed the door frame, his voice was hoarse and cold, "but I saw you killed someone...you killed her Right? Why?"

Moriarty looked at Tony and shook his head: "Because of need. There are too many people and too many reasons for her to die at this time. I don't deny that I killed her."

"...I thought I'd hear some excuse, or something, explaining that it's all because of your profession..." Tony smiled hastily, "But it seems to be more in line with your personality, you never Make up your own excuses. Who is she?"

"One of the leaders of a Chinese gang that specializes in smuggling."

"Why do you have contact?"

"In one case, they lost a smuggled item worth 900 million pounds, so I helped them come to London." Moriarty said flatly, "If you have followed the news in recent days, those few murder cases are Her men did it. Sherlock Holmes has solved the case, found the antique, and now she must die."

"She's asking for your help." Tony stared at Moriarty, "And you ordered someone to kill her indifferently?"

"Tony, I'm not a philanthropist!" Moriarty said coldly, "I have no obligation to pay for other people's stupidity! I really don't care if I spare her life, but she should be glad that she died at my hands earlier... ..."

Tony was silent for a while: "...So, this is the real you? You treat everyone as a monkey and separate yourself from yourself. Only those with your intelligence will be placed on an equal footing by you?"

"What do you think a high-functioning sociopath is, Tony?" Moriarty said. "I don't care about anyone, I don't even care about myself. It's human nature to chase profit, and I'm nothing more than a banana-grabbing monkey. Most of the time, I am inducing others to snatch bananas..."

"Yeah, that's the problem," Tony muttered, "I think too well of you."

Moriarty suddenly became speechless, and it was difficult to describe his feeling at this moment.Tony's expression was a little dazed: "You don't have normal human emotions... You can use others without shame, you can kill others indifferently, you don't kill people for fun, even you are bored by it..."

"...Tony..."

"I don't know if I'm wrong now," Tony looked into his eyes, and slowly backed away, "I just hope...one day, you won't force me to make a choice."

He disappeared through the door.

Moriarty took a few deep breaths, and finally couldn't hold back, smashing the entire screen with a punch.

-

A cold war begins between Tony and Moriarty.Tony moved from the bedroom to the basement, completely staggered his work and rest with Moriarty, and even if he met by chance, he would just walk away from him without turning his eyes.This kind of behavior made Moriarty completely unable to lose his temper. He even thought Tony's cold war child was a little cute-but Tony seemed to be taking this as a very serious matter.He didn't show any intention of leaving Moriarty, but he was expressing his dissatisfaction with Moriarty in this way.

Moriarty felt helpless while being funny. He knew why Tony was angry, but his natural character could not be changed.He has many identities, and occasionally he will disguise himself as an ordinary person, but he doesn't want to hide his true thoughts from Tony.In fact, what Tony said was correct, and he did treat everyone as a monkey... But in the past 30 years, there is only one Sherlock who has given him a sense of expectation, and the only one who has made Moriarty willing to admit that he is equal to him In fact, it was Tony who had only known him for a few days.

Tony probably didn't know that it was from him that Moriarty experienced normal human emotions...a feeling he had never felt before.He couldn't judge why, but he felt more and more that Tony was the part of his soul that was born missing.

It was already five o'clock in the morning, the lights were still on in the basement, and the sound of the chainsaw working could be heard faintly.Moriarty stood at the kitchen entrance and waited until the sound died down. He walked slowly down the stairs and saw Tony sleeping on a mattress.

He slept very restlessly, sweat slipped from his forehead, his beautiful lips turned white, and his body trembled occasionally.Moriarty watched him, and put his hand gently on his chest.

As if suppressed by some kind of force, Tony's nightmare calmed down, and his frowning brows slowly relaxed.Moriarty lay down next to him, and Tony mumbled something, took his arms, and rolled into his arms.

Moriarty kissed his forehead lightly, feeling peaceful and soft.

Without a doubt...Tony needed him too.