[Comprehensive] So you are such New York

Ji Jiu sat at the round table, holding half a peeled orange in his hand, but he couldn't take his eyes off the blonde woman by the door.

She recognized that face, but she had only seen it in photos on the Internet before. It was obvious that the real person was much better-looking, much more elegant, and at the same time exuded a charming and dangerous aura.

Ji Jiu opened his mouth, and hesitantly called out a name: "Moriarty?"

The woman raised the corners of her mouth and smiled, walked over to look at the thing in her hand, and asked casually: "Like this?" When she sat down, the big wavy blonde hair slipped from her cheeks, and the shadow deepened the outline of the facial features. That face reminded Ji Jiu of the finely carved statues of goddesses in museums.

Ji Jiu put the oranges back on the table, remained silent without answering.

Moriarty couldn't help laughing, and his attitude was friendly and easy-going: "If you're worried about extra additives in your food, then there's no need to. I don't think you can escape here."

Ji Jiu's heart trembled, and he asked, "Where is this place?"

"Here..." Moriarty casually picked up an apple and looked it up in his hand, his voice was low and slow, "Designed by Wilder Hobbs, it's very," she paused, "safe."

Wilder Hobbs?Is there an architect with this name?

Although there is Yi Zhen, a friend who majors in architecture, Ji Jiu has never heard of that name.Moriarty's answer only revealed one message to her—this place is a solid wall, and there is no need to try to escape.

Ji Jiu lowered her eyes and thought for a while: "Then, what is your purpose for bringing me here?"

"I thought you'd ask me why I'm not in prison." Moriarty nodded, but he didn't answer the question, "You're smarter than I thought."

Ji Jiu looked up at her, she hooked the corners of her lips, and her voice revealed a bit of incomprehensible mystery, "I'm always attracted by things I can't understand, and you, or the things on you, seem very funny."

"Interesting?" Ji Jiu couldn't understand it. After thinking for a moment, she simply asked the doubts in her heart, "You...you can't see those things, right? If that's the case, how do you know me? At that time..."

"This is business, nine." Moriarty stood up, put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, slowly turned around the table, and walked behind her, "But you can rest assured that your life will not be threatened. She went back to her original position, raised her eyes and added, "At least during the time I'm here."

There was a knock on the door, and Moriarty smiled at Ji Jiu: "I'm afraid my guest has arrived. Then someone will return your schoolbag later. I hope you like the environment here." She turned and walked to the door By the side, when he opened the door, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and then turned around and added, "Oh, of course you can walk around freely outside, but be careful."

Her smile was very kind, but Ji Jiu couldn't help but tense her back.The door was closed again, and the room suddenly became quiet again. Ji Jiu took several deep breaths, only hearing his own intense heartbeat.

She picked up the remaining half of the orange again, peeled off a piece and put it in her mouth.The cool sour taste stimulated the taste buds, and the tense facial muscles finally relaxed.

"Talking with her is so tiring..." Ji Jiu leaned against the table, muttering to himself, "I still don't know why they arrested me."

However, Moriarty said that he would send the bag back, but the bag originally only contained the mobile phone, the talisman paper and the information stolen from Strack, so why did he return it to her on purpose?Do you want her to continue Sterak's research?

Based on what has happened so far, it is at least certain that Moriarty has been paying attention to Strack's actions, and may even be sharing technology—otherwise, why can she isolate the contact between her and John?

It seems that in order to get more information, she still needs to look outside the room.

Ji Jiu tidied himself up, and chose a set of trousers from the closet that was convenient for movement.She put on her coat and stood by the door, carefully turned the doorknob—this time it opened immediately.

There was only one guard outside the door, Ji Jiu hesitated and said, "Moriarty said I can go out and have a look."

There was no response from the other party. She shrugged and walked out of the room on her own.The guard automatically followed.

Sure enough, this is a hotel somewhere, and from the decoration point of view, it must be at least four stars or higher.

They walked in a corridor paved with red carpet, the sound of their footsteps was absorbed by the thick carpet, and the surroundings were still tensely quiet.Orange lights sprinkled from overhead, illuminating the doors on both sides of the corridor, Ji Jiu noticed that the numbers on the doors all started with 7, and this place should be located on the seventh floor.

The only thing that is different from ordinary hotels is that there are no windows in the corridors, so you can't see the outside world at all.

Ji Jiu circled around the seventh floor. There were more rooms than expected, which made her dizzy.After struggling for a while, she finally found the stairs.

This is another place that is different from ordinary hotels.The staircase in front of me is very spacious, like a double-split parallel staircase only used in the hall, and the widest part can accommodate at least six people in parallel at the same time.

Will the hotel arrange such stairs between the guest room floors?

Ji Jiu looked upstairs with doubts, and saw the double doors at the end of the corridor at a glance.She hurried up and found that the area of ​​this floor was extremely small, and there were no other rooms except the stairs, so could it be a rooftop or something?

If that's the case, does it mean that the building only has seven floors?

Ji Jiu tried to open the door, but it was locked.She withdrew her hand, looked around calmly, and continued to walk down.

The sixth and seventh floors have the same layout, and are also empty, with only a few guards standing at the entrances and exits of the upper and lower floors.

The fifth floor is also the guest room floor, but there are obviously more people. In addition to the guards, there are several men standing at the elevator and chatting.Seeing her appear, those pairs of eyes looked over at the same time, and the eyes that looked at the prey made her very uncomfortable.

When reaching the fourth floor, the field of vision suddenly becomes wider.

There are no longer so many rooms here. After going down the stairs, there is a lounge first, with a row of potted green plants with a height of one person placed on both sides, and sofa seats can be vaguely seen behind the potted plants.

The marble floor was white and shiny, and Ji Jiu heard crisp footsteps here for the first time.She looked around and walked deep. The halls were connected to other halls. Some were used as game rooms, some were used as projection rooms, and some were used as restaurants. It had to be said that the functions were very complete.

At this moment, someone was already in the restaurant, and the waiter standing at the door asked Ji Jiu very professionally: "Is there one?"

It wasn't long after Ji Jiu woke up, and she really had no idea about the time, so she just looked at the guards following behind, "Is it time for dinner?"

The other party nodded slightly: "Yes, you can dine here."

"Oh." Ji Jiu thought about it. Anyway, she has no money now, and Moriarty pays for everything she eats. It's safer to order it herself than to send it to the room.

So she nodded: "One, please look at the menu."

"Ok please come with me."

The waiter led Ji Jiu to a seat for two, served the menu and water, and left.Ji Jiu flipped through the menu, and suddenly heard voices, and then realized that there were people next door.

Because the seats were partitioned by green plants, she didn't come in from that direction before, so she never noticed.There were two men next door, but only one was eating, and the other was standing nearby talking in a low voice, looking more like a subordinate.

She couldn't hear what they said, but the standing man glanced at the guard following Ji Jiu, frowned slightly, and quickly looked away.

At this time, the man who was eating put down his knife and fork and stood up.He seemed to be touching his tie, and took the suit from his subordinate: "Let's go, Drake."

The man's voice was low and deep, like a hoarse cello.Ji Jiu froze and raised her head suddenly, just in time to see the other party leave from the seat.

Light gray-blue eyes, a high nose bridge, slightly flirtatious lips.And a deep and tough outline like a marble sculpture.

Ji Jiu would never mistake that face no matter what.

"John?"

……

Standing at the corner of the street, John Reaser looked up at the electronic camera on the top of the telephone pole.

A little red in the upper left corner of the camera slowly lights up and goes out, indicating that the machine is still watching every corner of the city.

She was still working, but still did not see Ji Jiu.

John went to Root with the license plate number he got from the Avengers. When asking her to help find the owner's information, he asked them about the possibility of communicating with the machine in this state.

Root replied very apologetically, "That was hard, John."

Only then did he realize how important it is to have a body.He needs to talk to the machine, he needs to get more information, he needs to get her back.

On the other hand, the clue of the license plate number was also interrupted after the owner of the car was found out.The car was stolen not long ago and is still reported as lost.

The investigation can be described as helpless, completely deadlocked, and the only clue left is-who else might know about Strucker's technique of blocking inspiration?

John thought of the name Moriarty.

For this reason, he rushed to the prison where Moriarty was being held overnight.

It is said to be a prison, but in fact it was rebuilt from a warehouse, and the only current user is Moriarty.At this time, the blond woman was reading a newspaper in her single room.

The wall opposite her is full of various painting materials, and in the center is a huge drawing board, probably an old work that has just been completed, and there is only a blank canvas on the drawing board at this time.

Moriarty was unaware of his arrival, still focusing on the newspaper.John moved closer, intending to start investigating from the things in her hand, but suddenly found something wrong.

The aura on this person is too similar to the aura in the Sterak base.

Thinking of this, he pulled out his gun and hung it by his side: "You are not Moriarty, are you?"

The blond woman remained motionless, but her fingers trembled while holding the newspaper.John confirmed his thoughts even more, and pointed his gun at her: "Tell me where Moriarty is."

The air suddenly froze, and the opponent's hands shook even more.She hesitated for a while, and finally raised her head, raised her hands, and looked at him pleadingly: "I really don't know, they just let me stay here like her."

John narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "They?"

"It's Strack..." The man stared at the gun in fear, his voice lowered, "No, but, before Moriarty left, let me leave a message to the first person I found... ...or a ghost, she, she said, don't worry, she'll take good care of her."

John smiled and tilted his head: "Thank you for your concern." Then he pulled the trigger, and the bullet slammed into the back of the sofa beside the woman, "But there's no need. Tell me everything you know."

……

After leaving the prison, John dropped by Ji Jiu's home in Brooklyn.

It snowed again in New York last night. Because no one cleaned it, the passage at the door of the house was once again blocked by snow.He still remembered the last time Ji Jiu deliberately dug out a shovel from the basement in order to clear the snow, and worked hard all morning by himself, his cheeks were red from the cold.

At that time, she was standing under the steps, and every time she raised her head to meet his gaze, she would bend the corners of her eyes and smile.The long black hair tucked into the collar brushed her chin, making him feel itchy too.

He never told her that she had such a vivid smile.

He really likes her smile.

The author has something to say: here is a summary of escape plan, and the warden is welcome to show his face (applause