Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

"I'm not angry," Moriarty suddenly smiled, took out a pistol from the bag beside him, loaded the bullet, then raised it up, pointing the muzzle at Clara, and said calmly, "I'm excited." .”

Clara looked at him, pursed her lips, and clenched her fists tightly.

Moriarty blinked, turned his hand. The gun turned around, pointed the muzzle towards himself, handed it to Clara, and said rather wickedly, "Did I scare you?"

Clara pursed her lips and said nothing, she let go of her fist and took Moriarty's gun, but she didn't have the guts to point the gun at Moriarty, she just put the gun aside, and continued to sit in the car silently , but already broke out in a cold sweat.

"What a coward," Moriarty sighed, "I don't know if you can do it..."

Clara had an ominous premonition: "What can you do?"

Could it be that she was going to kill Sherlock?Don't even think about it, she will never go!

Huh?

Clara was frightened by the conclusion she came to without hesitation, why was she so sure?What if Moriarty threatened her life, or Louise's?

Then she will definitely—

Well, she seems... really can't do it.

This omen is too bad, it seems like Sherlock loves badly.

Thinking about it, Clara sighed.

Moriarty sat across from her, watched her frowning for a while, and finally sighed, and smiled: "This reaction... what are you thinking about?"

Clara shook her head: "It's nothing, by the way, pick me up and give me this—" She pointed to the gun next to her, "What are your plans?"

Moriarty smiled and said, "I heard that your marksmanship is very accurate?"

Clara immediately said modestly: "Excessive reputation, it's all about the past."

"You're welcome," Moriarty shrugged, looked out the window, and said as if talking to himself, "In short, it's time to test whether this sentence is overrated."

Clara was still a little dazed, so she asked cautiously, "Can you be more specific?"

"This can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words," Moriarty said mysteriously, "you will know it when you arrive."

It seems that the other party doesn't want her to know what will happen next, Clara thought.So what exactly is he trying to do?Why are you still acting like this!

... Has something to do with her marksmanship?

Could it be that she wanted her to knock the cork off the red wine bottle with a single shot from [-] miles away?

Moriarty was "understanding" to a certain extent, and he didn't make Clara curious for long. After about 10 minutes, Clara's doubts were solved.

The issue of "shooting" that Moriarty mentioned is obviously not that simple. No matter how good the shooting is, it is useless if it is only used to knock off the corks of wine bottles. The target Moriarty arranged for Clara is a An old woman lying on a bed with all kinds of tubes inserted into her body.

"I think the game between me and Sherlock must be a sensation in the whole city these days." Moriarty said to her, "You 'like' Sherlock so much, you will definitely not miss this good show, then the rules of the game don't need me Too much introduction."

Moriarty said: "Your task is to hold a gun and keep an eye on that old lady..." He glanced at his watch, "Tomorrow at 38:[-] pm, if you don't hear from me, you will Killed her with one shot."

"I don't kill people," Clara said quietly.

"I know," Moriarty smiled kindly at her, "so I have prepared an excellent reason for you, dear Clara, and I will not make it difficult for you."

Then, a few small red dots passed across her pupils, pointing directly at her heart and temples, it was □□.

Clara closed her eyes, she knew Moriarty was going to do it.

But she had nothing to do but jump down.

It is true that, as she said, Moriarty means deprivation, not only that, but now Moriarty will drag her back to hell.

"It's time to test your marksmanship," Moriarty patted her on the shoulder and said to her, "Let's start, don't make me say it a second time."

At the juncture of life and death, no matter how much she struggled in her heart, she did not dare to resist more. After a few seconds of silence, she finally gave up, lay down obediently, put on her equipment, picked up the gun next to her, and aimed at the opposite floor with a correct posture. old woman's heart.

Opposite the old woman was sitting Winslow, who was holding his mobile phone to her ear, as if asking her to say something.Seeing this scene with her own eyes, a few drops of sweat remained on Clara's forehead. She hadn't pointed the gun at anyone for a long time, and she felt a little flustered at this moment.

How ironic.

But Winslow was there too, maybe she could—

"By the way, there is a happy event." Moriarty suddenly got down on the knees beside her, and whispered, "Louis and Winslow's relationship has become very good."

He whispered, "Do you know why Winslow risked being shot by you to sit there?"

"He doesn't know I'm here?" Clara was still in the mood to joke.

Moriarty laughed a few times in agreement, and then said, "How is it possible, he took you over. He knows my current plan."

Then... Clara's heart sank for a moment. Could the so-called happy event be——

"Winslow proposed to Louise, it happened yesterday," Moriarty said cheerfully, "You weren't there, and you didn't see how moved Louise was, my God, they are such a good match, right?"

Ah……

Why bring Louise into this!First endangering her health, and now even the rest of her life? !

Moriarty wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said in amazement, "Are you crying? Because you were moved?"

"Because of anger." Clara gritted her teeth, and the gun in her hand even trembled a little.

"Wow, pay attention!" Moriarty helped her hold the gun, and then let go when Clara's breathing calmed down, and then said, "Why are you angry? Isn't this a good thing? You don't expect Louise to find Her happiness?"

"Winslow is definitely not that person!" Clara's face was livid, "He will never escape your hands, Louise will not be happy with him!"

"It's pretty clear, yes," said Moriarty, "but Winslow and I made a bet, and you know what it is?"

Seeing that Clara didn't answer, Moriarty wasn't angry either, and continued, "The thing is, I was so excited when I saw the marriage proposal yesterday, and I had a whim, thinking that such a happy moment should be made even more precious..."

"Then it occurred to me that I hadn't seen lovely Clara for a long time," he murmured, "and that it might be a long time since Clara had seen Mr. Holmes, whom she adored, and—" he snapped his fingers. , "A wonderful idea just appeared in my mind."

"I said to Winslow, I want to tease Miss Clara Cooper."

Clara: "..." Are you kidding me?

"But I'm worried that she will take the opportunity to kill me, so I hope he will take this place and sit there for me." Moriarty pointed in the direction of the old lady.

It has to be said that Moriarty still knows her very well. If Moriarty is really sitting there, then maybe she really is...

Moriarty said, "What's all this about Winslow?"

"Because I promised him that if he came back alive, I'd let him go back with his Louise—oh, sorry, your Louise."

Clara turned her head and continued to focus on the scope.

"So, if you're upset right now, you can kill him with one shot." Moriarty said with a smile.

"How could it be so simple..." Clara lingered on the trigger for a moment, "If Winslow is dead now, what will happen to your 'game' with Sherlock?"

Moriarty looked at her appreciatively: "It's rare that you didn't have an impulse to kill him."

"You're right," said Clara, "I should have killed him."

"But in this case—"

Clara was silent. In this case, Sherlock Holmes lost to a high-profile provocateur in this deadly game that caused a sensation in the city.

Whatever he does!

Clara thought to herself, according to Sherlock Holmes' character, Sherlock himself doesn't care about such a false name at all!Why should she care!

but……

Clara gritted her teeth: "I'll talk to Louise."

"He proposed, and she agreed," Moriarty added, "What else can you say? Since you haven't appeared by Louise's side for several months, what right do you have?"

Moriarty sneered: "Say you won't be at her wedding, or you won't be a bridesmaid?"

"I--"

"You chose Sherlock Holmes," Moriarty interrupted her, then got up and said coldly, "Miss Clara Cooper, are you still telling me you don't like him?"

Damn it, so what if she likes Sherlock, what's the point of getting this answer!

"In that case," Moriarty said, "let's see if Sherlock will choose you."

What's the meaning!

"If Sherlock loses, you not only lose the chance to get rid of Winslow, but you also don't reverse the certainty that he lost." Moriarty said to her, "What you cherish is his Sneering, I don't know this ending, do you like it?"

"..." He won't lose... right?

Clara hesitated, she didn't know, after all, the other party was Moriarty!

"Actually, there's no point in worrying about it, Clara," he said with a smile, "Sherlock doesn't know anything about it."

……

Moriarty laughed muffledly: "Then let him know."