Countdown all over the world

The water was freezing cold.

Annie's abdomen was clearly a wound, and blood was slowly oozing out of the cold water.

Hypothermia, blood loss.

All these made Annie lose her sobriety, and she didn't know where the plank was floating. She exerted all her strength, but she could barely put her upper body on it.

Anne felt a little regretful.

The matter of Seinmut is her heart knot.Just like that inexplicable shipwreck, and the countdown all over the eyes afterwards.She is not a person full of curiosity, but she has a problem with it.

If you choose again...

On Annie's pale face, there was a somewhat self-deprecating smile.

She probably still wants to find out.After all, if it wasn't for this conflict, she would not have known how wronged her parents had passed away.

If she hadn't come, in that case, how could she avenge them?

Annie thought about it, but still shook her head.

It's just that she was a little reckless this time.Even after being taken away by Darren, he simply used his tricks.

Darren...

Thinking of this name, Annie was a little lost.She lay on the plank, and let the waves transport her to an unknown direction little by little.The appearance of drifting with the tide is quite lonely.

She also made a few strokes at first.Seeing the appearance of the land from a distance, he relaxed.I want to sleep more and more.

Darren, he actually gave up the chance to escape voluntarily in the end.Annie understood his thoughts, but could not agree with them.

I forgive you.Annie thought, why do you have to make up for it like this?

Obviously, he doesn't really owe her anything, does he?

Annie looked at the shaky world and felt even more dizzy.She sighed, and couldn't help but think of that arrogant gentleman.

Sherlock Holmes.

If he knew what happened in the past few days, he would probably laugh at her for being stupid.

At the last second before he passed out, he only felt that the pattern on the door panel was somewhat familiar.

This seems to be the kind of decoration in her lounge.

……

"Even after fighting so many times, I still don't understand what you are asking for." Standing on the side of the boat, Holmes said.

The sea breeze blew his curly hair up slightly.

At sea, Moriarty's boat was moving fast.What's more, it was a straight route, chasing Seinmut's ship.

Moriarty smiled as he stood on the deck.Leaning very leisurely, still holding a delicate telescopic telescope in his hand.In the hand, gently rotate and play.

He didn't answer Holmes' question, just immersed in his own world.

Even when Holmes turned his head, he could still see his fingers tapping a piece of music lightly.It can be said that it is a very relaxed posture.

"Moriarty..." He squinted his eyes and muttered the name.

The spinning telescope paused, and Moriarty looked up at Holmes.It was a very weird smile, and that smile was a little crazy.

It's like, a child sees a fun toy, and can't wait to pounce on it the next moment to enjoy it.

"Mr. Holmes," said Moriarty, "I thought you wouldn't ask such a silly question."

He sighed and put down the binoculars in his hand.

Holmes smiled, watching Moriarty's somewhat dramatic and exaggerated gesture.He paused and said, "Is this question boring?"

"Boring!" Moriarty nodded resolutely, looking into Holmes' eyes so clear that he didn't even look like a man with deep thoughts.It is very different from the state that everyone hears in peacetime.

like a...

Holmes couldn't find the right words for a while.

Like a bear kid.

Holmes looked Moriarty up and down very seriously, and felt that this word described it very aptly.

Just a bear kid.

Moriarty smiled, and he actually stuck out his tongue at Holmes: "This question is boring, this world is boring."

He spun around, as if releasing some dissatisfaction.

Suddenly, Moriarty stopped short.

He looked at Holmes with a look of expectation in his eyes: "You..."

Moriarty raised his tone and pointed at Holmes: "Are you bored..."

Holmes narrowed his eyes.

Moriarty smiled, turned his head, and looked in the direction of the ship against the sea wind.

The sea breeze was blowing towards his face, making his well-combed hair a little messy.

Moriarty scratched his head impatiently, trying to make his hair docile again.But after combing and blowing, after combing and blowing.After doing this two or three times, he lost his patience and showed displeasure on his face.

He went on: "As for you, everything is boring. I want to know."

Looking at him, Holmes felt for the first time that Moriarty's ideas were beyond his imagination.

He showed a look of disbelief: "You do so much, is it just because you are bored?"

Hearing this, Moriarty turned his head nonchalantly.Looking into Holmes' eyes, he was even more surprised than him.

Moriarty covered his mouth exaggeratedly, his eyes widened.

He looked at Holmes in disbelief: "Aren't you bored?"

Holmes said nothing.

Moriarty took two steps forward and stood in front of Holmes.As if admiring, he looked Holmes up and down for a long time.

Only then blinked: "You obviously feel bored too."

"Madman," said Holmes. "You don't care about property, but you keep them all in your own hands. You say you don't care about power, but you are nowhere to be seen."

He shook his head as if extremely disdainful: "You said, it's just because you're bored?"

By implication, who would believe it?

Moriarty frowned, looking very aggrieved.He shrugged and made a look of spreading his hands: "Okay, you can say whatever you want."

He looked at Holmes: "You know, I spent a lot of money just to play with you!"

"The factories?" Holmes raised his eyebrows.

Moriarty looked like an expert, and shook his head very unfathomably.Hiding the secret deeply, he looked at Holmes in a mysterious way.

"No, of course not," he said with a smile.

When Holmes turned his head and looked at him.Moriarty took a few steps back, as if he had lost interest in the conversation, and sat aside.

"What is it?" asked Holmes.

Moriarty glanced sideways at him.He didn't speak, just showing a bit of disappointment on his face.I didn't expect that the famous Sherlock Holmes didn't even know.

He paused, then smiled and said, "My proud subordinate..."

Although Moriarty smiled, it was the first time that his eyes showed coldness in front of Holmes.

That was the first time he made no secret of his emotions.

Moriarty just wanted to let Holmes know that he was very unhappy about this matter!

Holmes lowered his eyes and found a place to sit down.

"You said, you want to take me to catch a mantis and a cicada?" Holmes asked.

Moriarty nodded: "This is my plan to take you to destroy her."

He looked at the wine glass in his hand, as if admiring the swirling luster in it very indifferently.

Moriarty sighed and said in a calm tone, "She won't be happy."

"Who?" Holmes narrowed his eyes.

Moriarty looked at him, but didn't speak.

Holmes took a deep breath before leaning back in his chair.Shaking his head helplessly, he smiled softly: "Miss Irene."

Moriarty shrugged, acquiescing.

"You are so willing..." Holmes sighed.

When he had just arrived on the island and learned that Annie had been taken out to sea, even he didn't know where to look for it.

At this time, Moriarty appeared.

"I'll take you to her." He said.

Holmes laughed, and his thoughts were withdrawn from his memory.

He looked at Moriarty: "So, the reward for taking me to Anne is that I play another game with you?"

Moriarty nodded, with excitement in his eyes.

He sat up straight, and looked at Holmes with wide eyes as if looking forward to it.

"Yes, I am really looking forward to such a game."

"What game?" asked Holmes.

Moriarty remained silent, but tapped lightly on the table with his fingers.

"You'll know."

The boat was traveling very fast, and after a while, there was a piece of land in the distance.

Or rather, islands.

If any Sainmut saw it, he would probably go crazy with excitement.

No one would have thought that after decades of staying in Saenmut's hands, there was no clue to be found.After staying in Moriarty's hands for so long, he found the legendary island.

"Someone told me that there is the truth." The sea wind was so strong that Moriarty had to shout loudly.

He pointed to the island not far away.

Holmes turned his head and looked at him.

Moriarty looked at Holmes' calm look at this moment, and looked forward to his change in the future.Just imagining a thing or two can make him feel very interesting.

"They said that the people who went to the island basically never came back."

Moriarty said: "Irene, you threw Annie on the island. It is said that she was injured. I think she will lose a lot of blood in a while, and you will never see her again."

Facing Holmes' slightly discolored face, Moriarty continued.

"Would you like to go to the island to find her? I'm really curious!"