[Zhongyingmei] Love wife crazy demon

The process of the car accident happened between lightning and flint.The heavy rain caused the road surface to be slippery, and the impact caused the car to change direction... The car kept speed and slid over a distance of more than ten meters on the road, smashed a tree in front of the mountain wall, and then pushed forward The Xia Da flew out and fell down the cliff... After hitting it several times in a row, it lifted the roof of a warehouse under the cliff with the rest of its momentum, broke through the barbed wire fence set up along the river, and fell headlong into the river. middle.

Moriarty was the first to get here.The car was emitting green smoke in the heavy rain. It seemed that the condition was not good, and there was no movement inside. It was unknown whether it was life or death.

Rainy night, blurred neon lights in the distance, bridges, dilapidated river banks, wrecked vehicles...the combination of these elements is quite artistic.Moriarty crossed his arms and admired it for a few seconds, squatted down on the bank, and knocked on the half-submerged car window: "Hi! Are you okay? I saw you fall from above?"

Under the dim light, Moriarty saw the figure in the car move, and it was obvious that he still had a reaction.He knocked twice more and amplified his voice: "Are you okay? Can I help you?"

A weak voice sounded through the car window, and Moriarty heard a few words indistinctly.The strange thing is, just like just now, he always felt that this person's tone was somewhat familiar...

Moriarty couldn't help squinting his eyes.For a person like him, the possibility of encountering a stranger in this situation is almost impossible... He invoked the ether particles, the car windows slowly lowered, the river overflowed into the car, and then revealed That bloody face.

At that moment, Moriarty's eyes widened.He couldn't believe what he saw - this face - this face that was so familiar - couldn't this be Sherlock Holmes! ! ? ? ?

Moriarty was hit by a huge sense of absurdity, and he couldn't help laughing immediately.It's fun...it's really fun.The watch, clothing, and details on his body all indicated that he was in front of a complete stranger who had never met before, but the appearance, bones, and the pair of strangely colored eyes belonged to another familiar Moriarty. A person... Everything that can be determined by genes in Sherlock Holmes is strangely and completely matched in another person in another world. Moriarty can't help laughing wildly, he can't wait to put this person Captured it and showed it to Orlos-what a wonderful coincidence!

Moriarty's loud laughter obviously made the seriously injured and dying people in the car unable to understand. With his swollen eyes half-opened, he murmured for help.Moriarty gave him some vitality with great interest—of course, most of it was intercepted by ether particles.He seemed to recover a little bit of vitality. After a few seconds, Moriarty saw his eyeballs start to roll, obviously observing and judging his current situation, and then he turned his neck with difficulty, and put his gaze on the on Moriarty.

"Doctor?" Moriarty said with a smile on his face, "What's your name?"

He spoke as if the two were having a normal conversation.The pupils of the dying man barely focused, and the voice was weak: "Strange... save me, save me..."

"Doctor Strange." Moriarty repeated, "You know? You look a lot like someone I know... It's almost like two human figures poured out of the same mold, I guess you Must be smart and pompous and talented and top of the line at what he does... a surgeon? Wow, you must be so proud of your hands, but they don't look like much right now..."

"Save...save me..." Strange's consciousness has started to blur again, "No matter who you are...help me..."

"No." Moriarty said briskly, and leaned out of the car to take out the mobile phone that was still fixed on the bracket, "You just scolded me on the road and splashed water all over me—shit? You I must have never thought that I would soon turn into a real piece of shit, Doctor Strange, the promising Doctor Strange, oh, I found it, Dr. Strange, a master of neurosurgery... Wow, You have made so much money with these hands, even if it is ruined, you will be able to live comfortably for the rest of your life, right? This is not okay, Stephen, after all, you are so proud, how can you be willing to be a pile of shit Woolen cloth?"

His tone was full of schadenfreude, but Strange couldn't respond.He hung upside down on the seat with a weak breath, staring fixedly at his hands—they are indeed very miserable now, the bones are limp and twisted, covered with glass shards and blood stains.He swung his arm with the last of his strength, but he couldn't direct his fingers half a point—the hands were ruined.

Strange didn't make a sound for a long time, and Moriarty actually saw crystal clear tears from the corner of his eyes.This feeling is really a bit weird, a face of Sherlock Holmes...

"Are you crying, baby Stephen?" Moriarty dragged out his voice and sang, "Don't shed your tears at this moment, you still have to spend the rest of your life in tears, Si -t-lan-ch-do-doctor-"

"Loser." He suddenly heard Strange spit out the word in a clear tone.Moriarty was greatly surprised, and asked back, "Me?"

"Because I look exactly like your opponent, or did I scold you before, and you just came here to add insult to injury at such a time?" Strange's voice began to become coherent as if flashing back to him, using the same tone as Xia Tian. Locke sneered in exactly the same voice, "You are a loser, only this can explain your behavior - you are a puddle of shit, even if my hands are crippled, I am better than you - I can still direct surgery, I can To turn my hand back into what it should be—”

"Wow—it sounds like the kind of declaration that only winners would have." Moriarty said indifferently, reached out and grabbed one of his fingers, and began to exert force, "—but what about this? ?”

Huge pain hit Strange's nerves, and the dying man uttered a desperate cry of pain... When Moriarty let go, he clearly saw that his finger had turned into flesh and blood A vague piece of flat meat.Tears fell uncontrollably from the swollen eyes, flowed through the upper eyelids and pale forehead, and dripped into the overflowing water in the car, causing ripples on the water surface.

"The game we play is much more dangerous than you think." Moriarty said, "I just sank a man into the sea just now. It seems that you have now realized that you are finished - Stephen Shit Doctor Strange, how are you going to repair such a wound?"

Strange seemed to have lost all his strength for a moment.He moved his lips and repeated a series of curse words vaguely.Moriarty had no intention of letting him go.He held Strange's wrist, as if pinching some clay art, and patiently and meticulously crushed all the bones in his ten fingers one by one.He also thoughtfully weakened Strange's pain, so that he would not be unbearably unconscious and miss the whole process of the destruction of his hands.

"Are you desperate now?" he said in a chatty tone. "Have you started thinking, Oh, my God, I might as well be dead? Wish I never met me, never said that Dirty words, even everything can be rewinded to an hour ago? You were a successful person back then, with great ambitions, but look at you now... Do you think I am crazy, crazy?"

He smiled and crushed another of Strange's finger bones.

"I just don't mind doing things that good people don't do, such as ignoring death, such as throwing stones at someone. I've always been easily bored lately, so I'm in a bad mood. Maybe at another time, you can insult me ​​in person I'll let you go, too—but for now, Doctor, you just think I'm just a part of this crazy, cruel reality."

Strange was on the verge of falling into a coma.Moriarty crushed his last finger and brought it closer to his ear.

"The heavy rain will not stop, and it seems that the possibility of you being found within half an hour is not high." Moriarty said, "Let me give you a suggestion, shit Stephen, if you still survive , go to Jim Moriarty..."

He raised the corner of his lips jokingly: "I can cure you."

-

Moriarty didn't care about the chances Strange could remember those words in a semi-comatose state.He has embarked on the journey as planned and started his own car trip.

Traveling by car is a risky way of traveling, no matter what country you are in.Drivers and travelers often pick on each other to reduce the chance of harm.But Moriarty never picks who he hitches, even when he doesn't have the magical powers bestowed by the aether.He likes risks, likes this sense of randomness, and also likes to verify his judgment of others more intuitively in this way of travel.Occasionally, you will encounter some surprises, such as an internationally wanted criminal whose acting skills are so superb that he completely fooled Moriarty, a serial killer with a careful mind... It can not only relax the mood, but also kill boredom. Riati's way of killing time.

Tony has already engaged in intense battles with the Avengers. Hydra has more strongholds and forces than they have information on. Tony is so busy that even the part of the memory palace that specifically contacts Moriarty They are all processing and calculating data, and Moriarty still wants to explore the previous thinking integration with him, but now it seems that there is no chance for the time being.

He felt that there was still a problem between himself and Tony that had not been resolved-this was a big problem. Both he and Tony had thought that the time for conflicts was far away, but recently with the increase in Avengers activities, he felt more and more This problem must come to them sooner than they expected.As Strange thinks, he seems to be more like a lunatic, always doing things as he pleases, and one day he can't help but make a huge joke with the whole world, and when that day comes, what will he do with it? What kind of identity will continue to stand by Tony's side? ...

——Even if it is a rainy day, it is time for Moriarty to think about this issue.