[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

069.

——Becoming a god?

……Ha ha.

Jian Ruo twitched the corner of her mouth: "Should I praise your self-confidence?" She looked at Moriarty calmly, "——you enjoy the pleasure of making gods, but I may not want to be a god. This time you see I've lost my sight, I don't know anything now, and I don't want to know."

"Shhh—" he made a silent gesture, "I really don't like it when you say such despondent things—sweetheart, you don't know what you have. Godslayers—don't you already know them?"

"Your collaborators?" Jian Ruo answered subconsciously.

"Collaborators?" Moriarty smiled coldly, "Are they worthy too? ~ Dear Jane, they are just a group of dogs who are ordered around."

Jane Ruo didn't say anything, just looked at Moriarty quietly.

"Look at me—" Moriarty seems to have reacted suddenly, "Sweetheart~ Now that you know the godslayers, do you know who stands opposite them, the worshipers?"

He obviously didn't need and didn't care about Jian Ruo's answer: "One kills the gods, the other worships the gods." He sneered, put his face on his hands, as if he was looking at Jian Ruo intently, "In the end, it's really because of Homologous."

Jian Ruo was stunned for a moment, narrowing her eyes: "You said, same source?"

"People will always fight each other for profit, no amount of excuses is just a fig leaf to cover up the truth, but later people always regard the excuses hidden on the surface as the real goal-how ridiculous." Moriarty There was an indescribable irony in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Jian Ruo frowned.

"Worshiping gods, killing gods, they revolve around the ultimate 'god'. This is actually just an excuse. It should be said that it is an excuse for two interest groups to compete for power." Moriarty smiled, "In the beginning, they were the same organization. Later, because of the incompetence of the leader, they turned into defectors and changed their flags to completely turn to the back of God—oh, it sounds like the fallen angel Lucifer—"

"So?" Jian Ruo remained calm, "What does this have to do with me?"

Moriarty still had that smile on his face, holy and inclusive, his expression was like a mask, hanging on his face motionless, never changing because of anything.

"You? You are the one chosen by me—" he said meaningfully, "Haven't you found out? Those weird things that happened around you? My dear, it doesn't matter if you are innocent or not. The intruders are already unable to break free - that assassination is a hint. Congratulations - you have been targeted." He made a sex gesture, pointed at Jian Ruo, and frivolously said "Boom--" One sound.

"Come on—cooperate with me, that's the choice you should have. If anyone wants to kill you, kill him first instead." A familiar look appeared on Moriarty's face. Fanatic, "Baby, don't make me feel like I misjudged you—"

When he said this, he had already stood up, and the noon sun stood on his dark hair, reflecting the vague silhouette of a young boy——Moriarty looked more like that kind of obedient card, no more than Among those tall and tall foreign youths, he looked much thinner - who would have thought that such a person would be a devil and a lunatic?

A poisonous snake.

A poisonous snake stared at her.

"I should go. Dear. Don't forget me—" When he passed Jian Ruo, he gently held her shoulders, leaned sideways, and approached Jian Ruo—the gesture seemed to kiss her face, bringing With an indescribable innocence.

"—Be careful of the people around you."

Jian Ruo remained motionless.

--what does that mean?Be nice?A little sweetness for her before the cooperation?Jim Moriarty——Jane Ruo silently recited the name in her heart, and suddenly new doubts flooded her mind like a tidal wave.

He is by no means the kind of person on a whim—this guy, what exactly does he want from her?What about her is worth his troubles?

Jian Ruo paused, she was still holding a pen in her hand - at some point, completely unconsciously, she wrote a word on the paper.Jian Ruo stared at the word, and slowly pursed her lips, deeply covering them between her lips and teeth.

--"god".

……

--god.

People say he is everywhere.

He is the embodiment of all morality, all justice—he is revered, he is the only—

But where there is light, there must be shadows.

In a world with truth, goodness and beauty, there will never be a lack of falsehood, evil and ugliness.

Can God control all this?If so, why is there so much evil?

His brows were deeply arched into the shape of a river, and the corners of his sunken mouth showed a painful gesture. The setting sun shone in from a distance through the colorful glass, reminiscent of the slow but sacred silence when the gods descended. attitude.

His body happened to be shrouded in a shadow, only those eyes full of pain were shining brightly.

The tall cross stands silently in front of the church, and those familiar stories are conveyed by memory through what is seen at this moment.

He sighed in pain, like a traveler with a heavy load, staring at the endless desert in front of him, in vain despair: "I'm guilty——"

His voice is light and deep, the volume is light and the tone is deep, all blended together, in such a magnificent church, there is a special kind of shock.

"God—punish me—my sin is unforgivable—"

……

"What's the case?" Jian Ruo scratched her hair, smoothed her sleeves, and quickened her pace to catch up with Sherlock. She frowned and looked irritated, "Ah! Why don't these criminals pick their time at all?" ——when I'm at my busiest—"

"Actually, you don't need to be so busy at all." Sherlock moved his lips quickly while walking forward, "——that was just a small exam."

—A small test?This contemptuous tone, this casual sentence, hehe, it really seems familiar.

Jian Ruopi smiled.

"I hate you the most, Sherlock, are you showing off your high IQ?"

"I didn't show off." Sherlock glanced at Jane Ruo, and seemed to be a little contemptuous of her words, "I don't need to show off—"

"...This is the biggest show off." Jane Ruo looked at Sherlock with envy and hatred, "Obviously the chemistry major should be much busier than us - I am not reconciled! Why don't I have such a useful brain as you - Sherlock ! Can you lend me your IQ for a month? Oh no! Half a month, half a month is fine!"

Sherlock looked at her like a retard.

"I really wish I could." Sherlock slightly raised the left corner of his mouth in a contemptuous gesture, "—do you have enough brain capacity?"

"..." Jian Ruo's entire face was numb, "I will beat you, really, Sherlock."

"You won't." Sherlock looked determined, he stopped, they had already walked out of the community - he stood on the side of the road and waved, a taxi stopped in front of the two of them, "—eon !Jane, if I were you I'd get this case over quickly—you don't want to spend the night in London, do you?"

——No, not at all.

Jian Ruo involuntarily sped up her movements and got into the taxi.

"London, 126 Baker Street." Sherlock said to the taxi driver.

"Baker Street?" Jian Ruo repeated, "Oh, that's a good name."

"The location is also very good, with convenient transportation and suitable for living—" Sherlock added.

"What? Are you planning to move there?" Jian Ruo blinked.

Sherlock didn't answer her: "The deceased was about 25 years old - he was found dead at home yesterday, stabbed to the vitals by a knife, bleeding to death."

He took out his mobile phone and handed it to Jian Ruo.

Some of the pictures taken were loaded slowly, apparently of the deceased - if Jane couldn't tell anything from the pictures, the pictures were sent by Officer Lestrade.

She fiddled with it for a while when the phone vibrated suddenly.

A message - before she could react, the content of the message was displayed on the top of the phone screen.

——If you have to—[Jane Cheng], that man's name looks Chinese, doesn't it?Xiali.

MH

Her movements froze, and the next moment Sherlock pulled the phone from her hand.

"You're a little slow." Sherlock glanced at the phone as if nothing had happened, and put it in his pocket.

But Jian Ruo didn't like this: "[Jian Cheng]?"

"Don't make such a fuss - the name is familiar to you, isn't it?" Sherlock pretended to be calm.

"...It's quite familiar." Jian Ruo twitched the corners of her mouth, "Anyone who has signed this name countless times on the report card will feel familiar." She looked at Sherlock calmly, "— —What do you want me to see the text messages that Mycroft sent you on purpose?"

Sherlock looked reluctant: "Oh—Jane, 'on purpose'? Why do you think that—"

"I don't know what else I can think." Jane Ruo interrupted him, "Don't pretend to be Sherlock. What you did this time is a bit too obvious-talk about things, don't play tricks, it doesn't suit you The painting style—”

Sherlock pursed his lips and said dryly, "Okay - if I say I investigated your past in China -"

"Important." She folded her arms, her face serious. "Fast forward! Skip all this if-investigation-why-investigation nonsense—what did you investigate?"

Sherlock paused for a moment, he glanced at Jian Ruo inexplicably, his expression became more and more strange, he stared at Jian Ruo, carefully and slowly inspecting every detail of her face——

Jian Ruo touched her face inexplicably: "What are you looking at—"

"It's nothing." Sherlock spoke slowly, staring at Jian Ruo with some deep meaning, "I just found something interesting." He curled the corner of his mouth calmly, and his tone suddenly became high-spirited: " I can't wait to see that corpse—"

I don't know if it was Jian Ruo's illusion, but she seemed to see the driver in front of her trembling.

...... Sherlock really speaks—he doesn't care about the occasion at all.

She couldn't help a low laugh, but quickly put away that gentle expression: "Okay—tell me first, what exactly did you find."

"Your guardian." Sherlock raised his hand habitually, "—[Jane City], Italian—original name was Antonio Machiavelli." He paused, "Maybe a fake name—no , is a pseudonym. In short, everything about his past cannot be verified. All the information about this person began when he entered China—he went to a large number of orphanages to check and originally wanted to adopt a "smart little boy"—I don’t know For some reason, I finally adopted you, and I have been living in City Y since then."

"What about now?" Jian Ruo asked subconsciously.

Sherlock glanced at Jian Ruo: "He applied for a passport to go to the UK half a year ago - and then, this person disappeared completely." He raised the corners of his lips, "By the way - at that time, the right and The timing of the shipment of the basement furniture to the UK coincided."

"..." Jian Ruo's hand was suddenly clenched.

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