[Comprehensive] Refined dollar bills

Time stood still for that instant.

The blood rushed to her brain like the craziest drum beating against her life, telling her that her life was at stake.The air in Marnie's lungs was sucked out bit by bit, and she felt something gripping her heart, forcing herself to resist crazily, but even with her eyes widened and her canthus tearing apart, she still couldn't get out of the predicament.

James Moriarty half-kneeled in front of her, watching the dying maneki cat under him but still struggling wildly, his left hand did not relax, but calmly tightened, the delicate skin rubbed against his hand, the trachea The cartilage rings in each section are extremely fragile, just like its master.With his right elbow resting on his bent right leg, his chin lightly resting on his palm, he smiled lightly at her.

Schrodinger's cat.

Moriarty's Lucky Cat.

fuck you.

--not calm.

Marnie's thoughts were almost completely broken up by suffocation, and the physical oppression made her struggle reflexively.At this moment, she realized that the so-called dying struggle may not be a spiritual desire for life, but a movement of the body itself.

What is the use of thinking at this time?It's better to mutate like her friends, otherwise, with Moriarty's force value, her veterans can kill both of them with one hand.

But now is not the time to think about it.

She struggled to speak, slowly loosened her white knuckles, tremblingly lifted them up on his wrist, stared at him persistently with bloodshot eyes, indicating that she had something to say.

"You're going to lie to me again, Marnie," he said affectionately, and then sighed, "I hate it when people lie to me. There are no people who lie to me in this world."

He seemed to have no intention of stopping.

Marnie had no choice but to let go of one hand, and glanced at the mobile phone he had placed next to her, and stretched out her hand struggling to reach it.Moriarty noticed her movements, and watched her play tricks under his hands with great interest. Obviously, her whole body was gradually dying, so what did she want to do now?

Could it be that a sum of money suddenly appeared and wanted to buy him off?Buy your own life with money?She thought well, the group of people in Gotham knew that a person like her couldn't be measured by money, unless she gave him the queen's crown at this time, maybe he would be lenient.

Marnie finally reached the mobile phone, but she almost lost consciousness, she had slowly closed her eyes, and only with an idea that came out of nowhere, she slowly raised his mobile phone and placed it in the eyes of the two of them. Between, is blocking her face.

She has lost a lot of weight these days in order to play the role of a depressed person who doesn't think about eating and drinking. This hand is so thin that it looks slender, including the outline of the chin that touches the back of his hand. In fact, , she now looks very different from the pampered little girl in a dress she saw at the beginning.

He has never tried to use dollar bills as an opponent, but if it is the current situation, he can give it a try.

Moriarty's attention was given to the mobile phone between the two of them like a charity. She trembled her fingers, the hand turned white due to the lack of blood circulation, and she looked like she was offering him a gift.

She lightly pressed the home button in the middle, and Moriarty looked at the phone with interest, but found that it didn't respond at all, it was still the black lock screen, nothing happened, oh, actually this lock screen Something happened, and it was in his underground warehouse, right under this house, and there were a lot of people like Miss Marnie Doller lying in the dark down there.

The black one is actually his trophy.Or Miss Doller is hinting to him that she prefers to stay in this kind of place?

That's not okay, if you send your body for autopsy, you can make a lot of money.

Moriarty smiled, and was about to look away to laugh at the dying little guy when a long string of text messages suddenly appeared on his phone screen.

Looking carefully at the content, his smile finally disappeared.

At this moment, Marnie was completely exhausted and let go of her hand weakly. The phone slipped from her hand just in time, and Moriarty subconsciously caught the phone that almost fell with his left hand. This action finally brought fresh oxygen back to her body. In the lungs and in the body, the blood finally circulated. She moved her fingers and covered her neck in the next second, breathing violently and coughing. Physiological tears were squeezed out of her eyes, and her eyes were still glancing at the guy next to her.

Hey, you still fucking lose.

Moriarty looked at the notifications on his phone, one after another kept rushing into his screen, frantically telling him——Sir, your account property has been transferred to a new card.

Transfer to new card?How can it be?Where did he get the new card?

After panting enough, Marnie leaned against the wall, and looked indifferently at the man in front of him who was beyond shock. Moriarty still maintained a half-kneeling position on her, and Marnie looked at his knees on the ground, mockingly. He hooked the corners of his mouth, allowing the silence of the room to spread.

Learning to control her money is a good homework. Those little guys are much easier to deal with when they are together than one by one. They will absolutely obey her orders, whether they are illegal or legal.

So the way to deal with this kind of villain doesn't have to be so bright and aboveboard. She doesn't have to insist on procedural justice, and killing him is the primary goal.

Moriarty was probably getting his first taste of bankruptcy.

Oh, right,

... She transferred all the money to Tony's father's card.

Unexpectedly, there would be such a day for her to throw the card on Tony and say, "Come, swipe my card".

Although according to Tony's character, as usual, all the money from unknown sources will be donated to the Avengers Fund in the name of "Mr. Wade who does not want to be named".

But whatever, now she's done it anyway.

Cough, but according to her deduction, she just scrapped a few bank cards that she knew. As for whether Moriarty has other assets, she is not clear, which is why she plans to wait for Mr. Holmes to clearly propose that he will Rescue her after saving her, on the one hand, to act safely, and on the other hand, to thoroughly understand how much assets Moriarty really has.

But now I'm afraid I can't take care of that much.

"Mr. Moriarty," Marnie spoke hoarsely after experiencing the life-and-death situation just now, but she still chose to taunt, "Are you happy?"

Moriarty thought this woman was very courageous.

He squinted his eyes, and the phone in his hand was almost crushed: "It's okay, I don't feel bad about killing you now."

"Then just do it," Marnie said with a smile, "Don't worry, the surprise has just begun."

Her voice sounded so piercing, inexplicably made him want to crush her to death right now—but do you want to believe the so-called "surprise has just begun"?

Moriarty looked at Marnie, only to realize that this dollar bill spirit was not as pure and innocent as he thought, on the contrary, he did a good job in hiding his thoughts, so whether there was a so-called follow-up "surprise" was still a question. unknown.

The ghost knows what else she can do. After all, we are not the same species, and the other party has basically figured out his old background through the process of wealth circulation. Now it is good, it means that she may still have a JOKER hidden in her hand. , and he has already shown all his cards.

To be fair, his old man's great dream is to defeat Sherlock Holmes, not to be played to death by a lucky cat here.

He retracted his knees on the ground, slowly got up and stood in front of her, looked down at the head of the lucky cat, and found that she looked up, with big eyes and sharp chin, and she looked like the innocent guy, so he felt a sense of anger. , wanting to kick her.

"Hey——" Marnie stretched out a finger and pointed at her temple, blinking her eyes playfully, "Be careful, don't do it, I don't want to waste your foot, after all, you haven't worn shoes yet, it will hurt a lot of."

She persuaded with half-truth and half-false, with a half-smile that looked more confident.

This fictitious ability is good, he doesn't know what other abilities the other party is hiding. According to the logic, she should be just a money lover. Besides controlling wealth, what else can she do?

but……

He originally thought that this guy could only control the wealth that he could see, so she didn't know about the online transaction process through the bank card, but didn't she still do something beyond his expectations?

OK, let her go.

"Marnie Doller," he said with a cold face, and he was no longer the good old James. "I advise you to show me some tricks, otherwise, you should have fully realized the end of playing me just now."

Marnie nodded and said, "I just want to tell you, don't be so nervous. If you don't give me a chance to explain, you will kill me if you come up. This will only bring you bankruptcy."

Marnie supported the wall and stood up. At this time, she had to look up at him again: "I said I will help you get rich, and I will help you get rich. It's just that you are not good and annoyed me."

Moriarty laughed instead of anger: "Every word you say now is forcing me to do something."

"It seems that not all your property was destroyed?" Marnie sighed, "I thought it had penetrated all your networks."

all networks?Does it include information networks?

Moriarty remained motionless on the face, but she was thinking in her heart. She didn't know whether she had slipped her mouth or deliberately leaked it out to threaten him. If the other party really infiltrated his information network, it would be equivalent to mastering his best. weapons.

Indeed, assuming this was the case, it would be more than enough for her to break his whole body, let alone one of his feet.

fuck it.

Moriarty took a step back: "What do you want?"

"I want to live," said Marnie succinctly, "but you violated the contract with me—I doubled your value, and you let me go back to New York. Not only did you violate the contract, you even intended to kill me, and I Everything you do is in return, and it’s not an exaggeration to say that it’s your liquidated damages.”

fuck it.

Moriarty put on a smile again: "But you should know that when you negotiated the contract with me, you weren't sincere."

"Your real name isn't James either." Marnie shrugged, her voice slowly recovering.

"No, my real name is James," he explained, "but your real name has nothing to do with Rona."

So after finding out that force is not feasible, he planned to reason with her?Marnie raised her eyebrows. The other party brainwashed her into depression some time ago. In terms of words, she is not an opponent at all. It is very likely that she was played to death without knowing how she died.

The opponent should not be underestimated, Marnie simply shut up and did not answer.

While the two were confronting each other, someone from Moriarty's villa quietly entered.

Picking a small case like a lock is nothing to him.

The long windbreaker hangs down on his calf, making his long legs faintly visible. His pale face and the black windbreaker form a charming contrast, and his flexible body and sharp and indifferent eyes reflect each other.

The sharp blade rushed into the castle, but Moriarty's people around the villa couldn't do anything about him.

Because he was carrying a silver box with "BOMB" written on it in crazy big letters.This shot... The sniper should have excellent psychological quality, but the boss who has always walked sideways was suppressed by a little girl upstairs, and it was impossible not to be shocked.

Especially this kind of thing that threatens Dao's own safety, how could they not care.Moriarty would usually threaten them by saying that they would be killed if they didn't complete the task, but that was a completely different matter, at least Moriarty didn't fail.Moriarty was their religion.

Holmes easily entered Moriarty's villa with two "bombs" in his hand, and looked around the layout. Part of the decoration of the house can reflect the psychology of the owner, for example, whether the kitchen is often used, and the number of slippers. The way of placement, how many spare items are prepared, whether it is clean or not, and whether the decorations are harmonious or not can fully reflect the owner's style of conduct.

But the opponent is tight-fisted, and what he can see is just the epitome of an ordinary person's way of life.

This place is too common. If he hadn't had enough confidence in himself, he might have believed that this wasn't the place he was looking for, but according to his investigation, it was indeed right here.

What investigation?

Naturally, those Xiaoqianqian who are responsible for delivering the letter, although they didn’t see who the sender was through the dollar bills, but what can be seen is the trajectory of the Xiaoqianqian—this is very strange, as if this piece of money traversed half of the world by itself. It was as if a letter had come from London.

But still the same sentence, he believed in himself, absolutely believed in himself.

Therefore, after he fully inspected the traces on the dollar bill, it was easy to determine what route it went through, and finally found here——

Reichenbach...community.

Building 221B...

Ok……

Inexplicably destined.