[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

: "Mr. Holmes, are you sure you want me to discuss this issue in front of Miss Holmes?"

Sherlock ignored him and turned to Sharon.It seemed that he was seeking her advice in a very gentlemanly manner.

Sharon thought she was mentally prepared, but when this moment really came, she still couldn't help trembling.

"Too tender, indecisive at best, miss."

Someone said so.

Come on, Sharon, it's not a big deal, and it won't lose a piece of meat.Besides, in this situation, it would be too unkind to only think about your own secrets.

And most importantly, she also wanted to know this somewhat absurd world view.

"However, for the time being, I can only say to Miss Holmes, sir." Unexpectedly, the short man raised one corner of his lips in a mischievous way, making people want to pull it off.

"I'm a person with very-poor patience, please make your decision immediately, Sherlock Holmes." He thought for a while and emphasized,

"immediately."

The detective's body temperature still remained in the palm of his hand.After finally making an affirmative choice, Sherlock suddenly shook the girl's hand very strongly.Xue Lun's hands are not small, but those somewhat rough hands can still wrap it and protect it tightly in the palm.

Sherlock lip-synced.

--"wait for me."

"Okay, dear Sharon, don't be so sullen. I won't kill you, I promise." James sat beside her and said lazily.That verb is spoken as easily as a close friend reports to you, "I had tiramisu cake for breakfast today, ah, and a muffin."

And she chose to keep silent, to put it harshly, in order to save her life.

The Bentley, which was the same as the black coffin, drove slowly, passing through the heather that had turned into bright green, and stopped in front of an old house occupied by thorns.It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an old house - the brick-red roof is covered with a lot of dust, and I can't help breathing when I look at it.

They got out of the car together, and as soon as the man's feet hit the ground, he saw a tall and strong man in a suit and tie trotting over pushing a wheelchair.Sharon couldn't help but take another look, only to find that this strong man looked very familiar.It seemed to be the man pushing the wheelchair that appeared in the swimming pool.

When he caught the girl's gaze, the man didn't respond with any expression, but saluted James in awe.

The short, criminal Napoleon's twin brother sat on the wheelchair with a smile, as if answering the question in the girl's heart and said: "All right, good girl, you have to understand my nostalgic behavior." She put on other expressions, and one long and one short shadow flashed into the aging building.The middle-aged driver standing behind Xue Lun pushed her with his hand, and she also stepped in.The moment I entered, I didn't know if the air conditioner was turned on, and the cold current blew violently, and the skin that was not covered by clothing materials aroused layers of small bumps.Sharon couldn't help raising her arms and arms, trying to keep warm, but as soon as she raised her arms, she knocked over a smooth and delicate vase. Fortunately, she had quick eyesight and quick hands, and hugged the falling object.

"Antiques of unknown origin should not be placed at home, sir." She reminded her kindly, and gently put the vase away. At the same time, the door was closed heavily, and the dull sound of locking ended the last communication with the outside world.At the same time, the overly ornate chandelier on the ceiling was lit up, which dazzled every corner.

"To ease your anxiety," James said, turning the wheelchair and gesturing for her to sit on the couch (God knows how dusty it was!) "How about I told you a story?"

A woman in a big scarf silently offered a cup of tea.Sharon thanked her, held the teacup in her hand, nodded her head, did not say anything, and did not drink the tea in her hand.Just stretched his body and sat there quietly.

"Well - it's a long, long story... Where do I start... Aha! Let's start from the beginning. Oh, don't hold back the laughter, laugh if you want, otherwise there will be no future Chance smiled. Mmmmmmm."

The little man was really as easy-going as a chatterbox, he scraped off his straps again, and continued,

"It was a magical time. It was the worst of times, it was the best of times, it was a spring of despair, it was a spring of hope, we had nothing ahead of us, we had everything ahead of us. For example, crime. I enjoy the fruits of that era. I am like a spider that sees everything, pulling every evil motive. Back then, you might call me 'Professor Moriarty' '."

Sharon's hand holding the cup trembled a little, but that was all.

james -

This name has a lot of associations, doesn't it?

"Don't be impatient—be patient, this part will be over soon. It's a pity that this sense of superiority has been broken by a hateful and brilliant man. As you know, in the duel at the Reichenbach Falls, I'm really angry—angry! Such a man, such a man who could almost stand beside me, should not be bound by those so-called justice! What he needs is an evil temperament like Hyde!

With such regret and unwillingness, I slowly lost my will.But what followed was a violent shaking.I seem to be going through a reborn movement, and all the bones in my body are like an old woman, "Ouch! Ouch!" shouting non-stop.

When I gritted my teeth and opened my eyes, God—although I don't quite believe it.I still can't believe I'm in an overheated house though.There are various utensils that I am not familiar with in this room.I was stared at by a kid who was only one or two years old.He tilted his head to look at me, and when I impatiently wanted to pick him up and throw him aside, he stretched out his fleshy hand so fat that only the palm could be seen, and pushed me playfully.

Yes, easily pushed me!The problem was that I fell easily onto the cold floor.Through the contact with the ground and the involuntary "wow" from my mouth, I felt cold sweat all over my body.This is a feeling I have never had.

I am now a baby!

After hearing this childish cry, a woman wiping tears came out of the room.Although I have seen many beauties, the brunette with misty eyes and only a shawl in front of me has an indescribable beauty.She picked me up and saw me dangling a chubby but somewhat strange leg, her eyes suddenly widened.She tentatively squeezed my leg lightly with her hand, and knocked again.But I got nothing but a sting, a sting.She seemed to realize something, and couldn't help shouting:

"Oh—! My James! York! James' leg seems to be broken!"

painted-out fantasy

It took me a long time to get used to the fact that James Moriarty was born again, but "accidentally" broke a bone by his own brother.Although I can barely be regarded as a well-qualified mathematics professor, I think you can understand my momentary confusion when faced with something that cannot be explained by science.

Many people have a misunderstanding - it seems that all criminal geniuses come from a family with criminal blood flowing from generation to generation.Unfortunately, York Moriarty and Martha Moriarty are just an ordinary couple.My current father is just an ordinary, alcoholic, stingy taxi driver, and my mother is just a timid but soft-hearted supermarket salesperson.Perhaps such a family background is an extremely clever shield.If they knew that their sons would become criminal artists in the future, they would jump out of the coffin in horror.Of course, this is something.

"No——James, no. The mouse ears you cut off have a lot of fuzzy flesh and blood, so it's not beautiful." Jim, who was in his early thirteens, suddenly emerged from behind me who was sitting in the shade, staring at the dead body in my hand. Wreck, shaking his head regretfully.My twin brother is fascinated by the world full of crime and violence.He knew it from the start when he pushed me seemingly harmlessly from the high chair with his big pale eyes that glowed strangely.Even, this fascination exceeded my expectations.Although at first I instilled some bad ideas in him intentionally or unintentionally (you have to understand my sometimes habits), and gave him a little guidance.

I threw the dead body at him disdainfully, and sat in the wheelchair and yelled: "Okay, future Ripper. Instead of hiding under a big tree with me and doing these things with a cripple, why don't you think about your swimming lessons?" Bar."

Jim's swimming level makes my own brother doubt-Miss Leah gave him a C-was he taking too much care of him?When he mentioned the pain, his face turned pale, and his delicate face was tightly twisted together, like wrinkled orange peel.

"It's not good to say that." He narrowed his eyes and muttered again, "We'll see."

At that time, I thought he would kill me on impulse, but Karl, who had laughed at him the most, became his first achievement.But it's not surprising.He's just such a freewheeling guy.This emotion does not remind me of my previous criminal motives.At that time, I might have been a bit of a fool. When dealing with crimes, we must also have reasons and evidence, and we must not act quickly or just for fun.I don't kill innocent people indiscriminately.But what made me feel horribly disturbed was that in the process of being with Jim day and night, I gradually diluted my previous golden principles and turned towards him.my behavior started young