[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

In the replicated world of debutanteballs, one must choose herdance partnerwisely. You never know when a hand on the hip lead to acknowledge in the back.

Human hearts are complicated, and when you go to a ball in the social world, you have to choose your partner carefully. You never know whether the hand on your hip will become a knife in your back.

Hidden in an old air-raid shelter bar in the underground of bustling London, private clubs are having well-disclosed gatherings.

This old empire is like a piece of cheese that has been eroded and riddled with holes, hiding dirt and evil in the dark.

For example, in this private club, countless celebrities and members of underground organizations join in, looking for more exciting fun, as if the financial crisis in London is just an illusion.

Even if the major banks in London lowered their noble heads overnight and became sick men lingering on their feet, begging for high capital injections from the government to support their backbones, the value of the richest man in Britain shrank by half overnight, out of thin air Tens of billions of pounds have been evaporated, but here, in this luxurious private club, those elders who wished to cry bitterly about the loss of assets during the day, at this time, are holding their glasses and drinking together, as if they have forgotten the pain of the financial crisis.

And all this is the magic of "Professor".

He is mysterious and unpredictable. Political and business celebrities, liberal governments, and intelligence organizations all vie to become his clients. In the London underground world, he is a real heartthrob.

And Vespa might be the lucky one to meet him tonight.

The brunette girl sat on the side of the old and mottled bar, even drinking in silence alone, attracted the secret attention of many people, and some prominent figures in the federal government who worked for the Queen of England recognized that she was a young official from the British Ministry of Finance .

Seemingly alone, Vespa's consciousness is actually entering the system, listening to Lester's explanation of the mission—mission world: London, England, mission objects: James Moriarty, Mycroft Holmes. "

"Your identity arrangement in this world is basically the same as the real world, but there is no quantum organization here. Your parents died in a terrorist attack in Paris, France in the 90s of the last century, and you asked to see Moriarty today. It is precisely because he helped you deal with those Algerian murderers, as a payment chip, you will become his informant in the British Treasury."

The handsome blond vampire had a flattering smile on his face, "Sweet Vespa, follow your advice and choose a safer human society this time."

Vespa was unmoved at all, "Why are there two attack targets on the task list?"

Lester clasped his hands gracefully in front of him, "The world is less dangerous, and the difficulty of the task will naturally increase."

"Given that I died so early, it's not clear what year the adaptation was, but anyway," Vespa raised an eyebrow, "Mycroft Holmes is the villain? Are you kidding me?"

Lester shrugged, "Holmes is certainly not, but he is no less dangerous than any villain."

"Your answer is really capricious." Vespa frowned at him.

Before Lester disappeared, he threw her one last sentence, "Good luck, sweetheart."

At the same time, Vespa saw a blond man in a black suit approaching her. He lowered his head slightly, politely and decently, "Miss Linde, the professor agrees to meet you."

"My pleasure."

Vespa got up gracefully, crossed the crowd and the flickering mottled corridor, and followed the blond man into the private lounge at the deepest part of the club.

The black thick nanmu gate revealed an ancient and heavy atmosphere, and the blond man stood on one side and knocked lightly a few times.

"Come in—" Vespa heard a gorgeous and soft voice coming from the lounge, even with a little Irish accent.

The blond man opened the door for her, but just stood outside the door and was not ready to enter. Vespa nodded in thanks, and was a little surprised when he saw the man in a dark blue suit in front of him.

Compared with his famous criminal Napoleon status, he is a bit too young.

Moriarty's short dark hair made his complexion paler, and he wore a neat white crew-neck shirt with a Windsor knot in it. He was wearing a slim suit that was not too refined, rather than the traditional British villain's attire— - Long black cloak trench coat and black hat.

Vespa even feels that even if he wears a T-shirt and slacks that can be seen everywhere, it will not affect his unique temperament that perfectly combines charm, mischievousness and decisive cold-blooded viciousness.

His facial features cannot be called exquisite and beautiful, but that unique temperament makes him worthy of a pass line. The appearance charm value breaks through the limit, like a monarch wearing a crown, everything in this world is under his control Above all fun, he can handle anything effortlessly.

Moriarty's voice was low, with an inexplicable sense of delusion, "Hi, sexy, you are unexpectedly beautiful."

In the folder on his desk were several photos of Vespa taken at work. In those photos, she was wearing a stylish and capable suit, with an inviolable noble aura all over her body.

And when she put on a long purple dress at this moment, that kind of sexy and elegant, faintly revealing a gloomy and evil atmosphere, I am afraid that no one can refuse.

Under the contrast of black hair and fair skin, those deep green eyes seem to have the charm of seducing the soul, and there is a cold heart hidden under the sexy chest, the feeling of not being conquered seems to be seducing all the time People in the world give people the desire to pursue and explore forever.

It's like the only true love in the hearts of all cynical and evil men.

It was rare for Moriarty not to be bored by the outstanding and contradictory physical appeal of the young woman in front of him.

"Your tie is fine." Vespa's eyes lingered for a few seconds on his dark blue silk tie, emblazoned with the brand's famous skull pattern, unable to tell that the consulting criminal was such a... um... punk?

Vespa looked at his big caramel-colored eyes with charming childishness, "It may be more suitable to replace it with a half Windsor knot, sir."

Moriarty doesn't look like a transnational super villain at all. He has a neurotic elegance, revealing madness and unpredictability from the bottom of his bones. With his mouth open, he looked unexpectedly cute.

Moriarty?Clever?Vespa thought he must be crazy.

This consulting criminal, called "Napoleon of the criminal world" by Sherlock Holmes, is like a spider in a web, and no trace of it can escape his eyes. He has created a huge criminal empire in London, and the organization has a very strong presence throughout Europe. High influence, and almost half of the cases in London are related to him.

But every time he commits a crime, he can destroy all the evidence without leaving any clues, escape cleanly, and never misses.

He blinked slowly, and the big caramel-colored eyes framed by long eyelashes revealed a sense of interest, "Maybe you are good at tying half-Windsor knots?"

Seeing her unsurprised expression, Moriarty felt more and more that this girl was very suitable for him to have fun, and any reaction she made seemed to not make him feel boring.

"Of course, if you want me to do it for you." Vespa pursed his lips, and then approached him.

Moriarty slid the seat back a bit to free up the distance between him and the large desk. Vespa was in it kindly and sat comfortably on the desk, politely not touching him with his long white legs. , but that kind of visual sense, probably no man can turn a blind eye to it.

At least from Moriarty's point of view, she is like that coquettish black rose blooming alone in the dark night.

Vespa's fingers untied his tie, carefully and politely not touching his chin, but the deliberately maintained distance was even more irresistible, and he even began to inexplicably look forward to her careless skin contact.

The world was too small, too trivial, too lifeless for Moriarty, who was looking for any kind of diversion, and now that Vesper was so attractive to him, he enjoyed the game.

Moriarty stared into her eyes, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "Honey, the half Windsor knot seems to be more suitable for romantic pointed collars and standard necklines."

His voice was full of ambiguity and flirtation. Vespa looked directly at him, and skillfully completed a symmetrical tie knot in her hand. She was pinching Moriarty's tie, frowning slightly, her voice was sweet and flirtatious , "Maybe it's because I look forward to being so close to you like this moment?"

"You enjoy it, don't you?" The changing emotions in Moriarty's eyes are like a chameleon, like a child who has no sense of shame and morality, who is willing to do anything for a candy, full of a sense of loss of control, But charming as hell at the same time.

Vespa grabbed his tie and pulled him closer slightly, "How about you?"

He exhaled softly, his eyes filled with a void that was nothing but darkness and horror, "sweety, I've been having fun all my life, and you look funny now."

But in the next second Moriarty frowned in disgust, "But who knows how long you can be funny, probably in a few days I have to find ordinary people to play with again."

"Sir, maybe I was bored first?" Vespa raised his eyebrows, and then gracefully crossed his legs and changed positions in front of him. The graceful curve made the heart beat faster.

He opened his eyes and looked at the dark-haired girl in front of him. He was absolutely confident that he could control anything effortlessly, let alone a poor luck, but she was frivolous and didn't care at the moment, as if she was playing a cheap game His frivolous gesture made his blood boil.

Vespa unbuttoned his suit, put the tie on the shirt and adjusted it more satisfactorily, then looked up at him, "I prefer the London brand Reiss suit you often wore when you were a visiting professor at Oxford, oh, yes , do you have a silver fox-shaped tie pin, I remember seeing it in a certain class."

"Oxford University?" Moriarty quickly reviewed the too complicated memories in his mind, but Vesper was obviously not there, "I only taught for a short one year at the middle-ranked Lincoln College, and you studied at the famous Christian College."

Moriarty was well-born, well-educated, and possessed an extraordinary talent for mathematics. At the age of 21, he wrote a paper on two theories, which became popular in Europe.He also wrote the academic research achievement "Asteroid Mechanics", and later served as a professor in the Department of Mathematics for a short time, and has a good reputation in the eyes of the public.

But Moriarty's extremely high innate intelligence greatly enhances his danger. He has no conscience and morality, and is a truly high-functioning anti-social criminal genius.

Vespa approached him and asked enthusiastically, "Did you do something bad and get driven away?"

Moriarty: "...I have never lost a hand. I left Oxford because I was bored and resigned."

"—So he did something bad, but he wasn't discovered." Vespa concluded easily.

Moriarty: Why the hell does this woman look so sappy.

He frowned, "So you, a top student in finance at Christian College, why did you attend Lincoln College's mathematics lecture?"

Vespa shrugged perfunctorily, "I have a crush on you."

"...thank you." Moriarty gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.

Vespa looked regretful, "Don't take it to heart, who hasn't had a crush on one or two scumbags when they were young."

"I'm the head of the most powerful criminal organization in Europe." Moriarty stared at her wordlessly.

"Oh, super scum."

Moriarty: Where's his Italian Beretta 92F pistol? !Its extremely high precision will definitely shut her up completely!

Vespa suddenly burst into a smile, and the flash of brilliance at that moment captivated people's minds, "You are an autistic patient who plays with the whole world in your hands, and I am just a mediocre bystander."

With a cynical smile on his face and charming caramel eyes, "these ordinary people are really annoying me lately, political and business celebrities? Liberal governments? Intelligence organizations? They want me to provide criminal counseling. It's no fun to play 'Daddy's favorite is me' kind of nonsense."

Moriarty clasped his hands to his chin, looked at Vespa with interest, like a convincing king, and said to her unhurriedly, "And you—"

"Sweety, you're a good diversion."