[Zhongyingmei] Love wife crazy demon

Cold war to cold war, Moriarty didn't stop what he was doing because of Tony's fierce opposition.On the weekend morning, he issued instructions via the Internet as usual, and he also dealt with those text messages from all over the world as usual.A text message caught his attention, and he forwarded it to Moran: [Missile defense plan? ]

Moran quickly replied: [Yes, Boss, there is an underground drug dealer in London who claims that he has this plan in his hand, and asks people everywhere if they are interested.Has anyone recommended it to you?I thought you were never interested in such things. ]

Moriarty replied: [Verify it.Spy on that drug dealer so he can't find any buyers if the plan is true. XX (what). ]

Moran: [Whoa, Boss, are you finally ready to do something bad?Listen, that plan is worth millions at least, and Thomas will be glad to use it to make up for the loss of your little American lover a little bit. Ps: You never say XX unless you are planning to do something bad, so we don't need to waste two more text messages on this question. ]

A sneer appeared on Moriarty's lips, and he pressed his phone: [Did your girlfriend praise your genius for this? XX. ]

Moran: [Boss! ! !How do you know there is a woman beside me! ! ! ]

Moran: [Boss! ! !Did Thomas report it to you? ? ]

Moran: [Boss! ! !Believe me, I have never neglected my duty! ! !I've been supervising that painting thing! ! !I am personally involved in every process! ! ! ]

Moran: [Boss, I surrender, sorry, I wasted two text messages. XX]

Moriarty: [Three, idiot.How is the painting? ]

Moran: [……the exhibition has been arranged, April 4th.I swear on my hair, you must have had a fight with the beautiful boy Anthony.You are so abnormal! ! Ps: Thomas asked if you still want to continue to approve him to use the account? ]

Moriarty: [Shave your head and go, xx.as usual. ]

He threw his phone on the bed and opened his blog.Sherlock Holmes just posted a post complaining about his boredom.It just so happens that Moriarty is boring right now.He clicked on the mailbox, sent a password to Sherlock, and left a message under his blog: [I sent something to your mailbox.A little game.I like this kind of game. -anonymous]

[password?Not interested. -SH]

[You're going to love this. -anonymous]

[No.Enough has been played.Anyone want to help me decipher it?Detailed information is on the [Secret Language] interface. -SH]

Moriarty has lost interest in molesting Sherlock and is about to close the page.He casually refreshed it, only to find that a new reply quickly appeared on the interface: [I'll come, I'll come! - an elusive person]

Moriarty's heart skipped a beat, and he called Moran directly: "...Didn't you neglect your duties? Have you guys been so idle that you specially send someone to watch Holmes' blog!?"

Moran was baffled: "What are you talking about, Boss? What blog?"

"'An elusive person'," Moriarty said with a drawn out tone, sarcastically, "last year you used this account to pretend that I left him a message, inviting him to live with me, I think you should Could it be that he forgot the deducted year-end bonus?"

"...I swear this has absolutely nothing to do with me!!" Moran suddenly exclaimed, "I am in a video conference with Thomas, Andre, and Hanks, how could I be free to do other things!...Well, wait Wait... Boss! This account has been stolen!"

After a pause for a few seconds, probably to verify something, Moran's tone suddenly became gloating: "Boss, do you know where the address was last tracked? It's at your house! Hahahaha..."

"...Think about why he was able to steal the anonymous account you created with an encrypted network half a year ago, idiot!!"

Moriarty hung up the phone expressionlessly, looked at his handsome face in the mirror for a while, and made another call a few seconds later.The call was connected quickly, and he sat at the table and exhaled slowly: "...Tony?"

Tony responded coldly: "Hmm."

"Has the research progressed?"

"It's not bad, I've already replaced myself with a temporary replacement." Tony said, his tone was very distant, "I may need you to provide me with a suitable place to destroy it in a few days. You know that if it flows into this world, it will cause hazard."

"Of course, I am duty-bound." Moriarty said, inexplicably thinking that maybe it would be better for him not to mention the blog... He changed the subject: "I'm going out, do you need me to help bring something?"

"Thanks. Bring me some new Playboys, I just need something to pass the time."

Moriarty hung up the phone with a dark face.

-

The Cold War is still going on, and people have ridiculed the comments. If there is any good news today, there is only one thing that can barely be counted——According to the strategy book, Moriarty confessed his love to Jasmine at a suitable opportunity.Just as he expected, Jasmine was surprised and a little bit excited. Finally, she blushed and told Moriarty that she wanted to think about it.Moriarty knew very well that she had already agreed, as long as he struck while the iron was hot tomorrow, he would become her fresh boyfriend—maybe still her first love.

When returning home from the restaurant, Moriarty turned to the bookstore and picked out more than a dozen copies of "Chicken Soup for the Soul".To which he plausibly explained that it was because Tony was a kid, at least officially a minor for now—Moriarty couldn't risk being caught reading adult magazines.

Tony looked at Moriarty with a complicated and unpredictable expression for a long time, then threw the book into the steel furnace without saying a word.

This day he went to bed earlier than the day before, and Moriarty was the same as yesterday. After sleeping with him for a few hours, he quietly got up and left for work.

Monday, March 3.During work breaks, Moriarty was basically repeating yesterday's trajectory, sending and receiving text messages, scolding subordinates, leaving messages for Sherlock on the blog, and confessing his love to Jasmine Amber.In addition, he did what Moran called "bad things"-kidnapping a woman from Cornwall, strapping her with bombs and throwing her in a car that was faked as a murder scene. In the car, after setting things up, he blew up the gas line, blowing up an old apartment building across from 29B Baker Street.

Considering that Tony had paid attention to this matter by mistake, Moriarty ordered the evacuation of a few scattered residents in advance.He kept a safe in it, and inside the safe was a cell phone... brand new, pink, modeled after evidence from the case Sherlock had solved when he decided to start playing the game... a token.Now that Sherlock is tired of playing small games, let's play a big one... This time, he will definitely like it.

He asked Molly to have a cup of coffee in the restaurant downstairs.Because of yesterday's confession, the girl looked a little embarrassed when facing him, with a flush on her face: "Hi, Jim!"

"Hi." Moriarty looked at her tenderly, "I thought you weren't going to talk to me today, after all I was... er, so rash yesterday."

Jasmine hurriedly waved her hand, her face turned even redder: "No, I'm actually very happy... In fact, I just felt a little sudden... Oh, God..." She turned her head and took a sip of coffee, trying to maintain her reserve, "Tell me about that Code it, Jim! You're so clever I never thought you could solve a riddle like that."

"It's just that you haven't been exposed to it." Moriarty comforted, "This is a very common grid code. I went to your friend's blog and read it. They are all very easy puzzles. hint."

"Yeah, Sherlock will feel that the person who made the question is contemptuous of him." Jasmine said, blushing a little after she finished speaking, and took a peek at Moriarty, "He—SH, his name is Sherlock Holmes , I thought you might have heard of it?"

Moriarty shrugged. "Maybe?"

Once the conversation started, Jasmine couldn't stop it.She introduced Sherlock to Moriarty with great interest for half an hour, and in the end Moriarty couldn't hold back his smile... To be honest, he knew Sherlock better than Jasmine.But it seems that Xi Shi is in the eye of the beholder, and Sherlock in Jasmine's eyes is very different. Even the fact that he came to the hospital early in the morning and took a human head has become a symbol of genius...

...Maybe Sherlock's trust in Jasmine can be used.Moriarty was thinking about how to arrange the script for their first meeting, and extended an invitation to Jasmine: "Jasmine, do you have time after get off work? I mean... Maybe we can, make an appointment first or something."

Jasmine seemed a bit hesitant: "But I'm going to give Toby an injection today... Toby is my cat, you know. I'm not sure, maybe I'll have some time when I come back from the pet hospital..."

"It's okay, Jasmine, I can go with you." Moriarty smiled, showing his sharp teeth, "There seems to be a very good pet hospital near my house... you want to take Toby to my house for a visit ?"