[Comprehensive British and American] Goddess of Misfortune

Clenching the gun tightly in his hand, Lai He gently stroked the handle of the gun, with obvious nostalgia on his face.

He hadn't touched a gun for a long time, and the cold and wonderful touch still remained in his memory, but it was far less real and fascinating than the feeling at this moment.

Every minute and every second, he was deeply intoxicated by the passionate desire to try from the inside out.And he was upset that Spencer Reid (rreid) became a member of bau, but he only got a substitute arrangement. The big reason was that the opponent was a weakling with poor marksmanship and low force value, chicken.

He has always looked down on this person, but when the result was in front of him, he was surprised to find that he lost to Reid, and in everyone's eyes, he was not as good as a weak scum.

He feels shame.

He had been looking for a relationship at the time, and wanted to kick Rhett away through the relationship, or replace Rhett with himself, but Aaron Hotchner (r) still strongly rejected him.

He got involved in another case after that, so he just walked away from the place—otherwise why would the girl let her go?

No power or wealth, just a commoner ant, how can she get the superior to punish him?

just?

For bureaucrats, this thing is just an excuse.

The more noble the more dark, Lai Yue understood this truth very early on.

He always remembered Hotchner's rejection of his wording, which seemed to mean that Bau would not recruit guys who only knew marksmanship and force.

The accent falls on the "only".

Could it be that he had criminal tendencies at that time?

Lech laughed at himself.

Then he steadied his gun—someone was coming.

His good eyesight allowed him to see that it was the person he could never forget.

Moriarty.

Look at his handsome walk, look at his rebellious little face, look at his neat little suit, oh, how much enjoyment should such a person sleep under him?

The gun in his hand was gripped even tighter.

getting closer... getting closer...

Lexie's heart skipped a beat.

Already he could see Moriarty's exquisite and alluring face clearly... Lech's hand was on the handle of the gun.

"Bang!" It was a thunderous gunshot.

Lai Que opened his eyes, feeling the sudden sharp pain in his chest.

He will not rest in peace.

And Moriarty glanced this way from a distance, then pulled the corners of his lips, and walked forward without stopping, with inexplicable depression in his footsteps.

Slowly he took the photo out of his pocket, the sun was shining on it to outline the outline of his face, and then he brought the photo close to the face, as if kissing, and whispered, "Whoever you are, there is no doubt, You are more interesting to me than Sherlock, I have changed my mind now, my dear, I will catch you." He paused, and gently placed a kiss on the photo, "I really look forward to meeting you."

Then he tore up the photo in his hand without changing his expression, and threw the thoroughly shredded paper into the wastebasket.

If it wasn't for his subordinates who discovered Lai Que who had been following him by coincidence, he wouldn't have suspected this photo. After all, this is the only thing that hasn't passed his strict inspection, and he has been carrying this photo for some reason. ...

It seems that someone has calculated his thoughts...

He pinched the hair in his hand, just like pinching the wire that his technical specialist got out of the photo that day. Their similarity lies in their narrow width.

He let go of his hand, letting his hair fall to the ground without a trace.

Like it never happened.

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And Qiao Xi who was far away at the moment.

She squatted down and stroked the cat under her feet, her fingers gently ran from the neck to the cat's tail, and straightened its messy fur. The cat was shivering and hid under her palm, completely unwilling to bite the kitten The brutality of the time.

This is a feral cat that likes to eat kittens.

Qiao Xi stroked it repeatedly, and then she suddenly felt the vibration of the phone in her pocket.

The number of vibrations is one.

According to her settings, the locator was damaged, and the exclusive ringtone—it seemed that someone damaged her gift.

What a rude return, Qiao Xi laughed.

It looked like her plans needed to be rewritten.

For that person.

Dear Moriarty.

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When Qiao Xi entered the room, she saw Sherlock's expression was ugly.

This is what she expected.

He probably didn't expect this to be the case - there are only a few people who have transactions with country Z in the short term and are likely to do this, and among them are Irene Adler and McCoff himself After all, it is impossible for a fragile little thing like Aedes albopictus to be mailed in the normal way. It needs special storage and transportation methods to ensure that it can survive after reaching the destination.

Eggs are fragile after all.

There are many people who can do such a thing, but there are not many recent transactions with State Z, and few people will make a special trip to transport a few bugs. Even if they do, such a big move will definitely be discovered.

Therefore, in Sherlock's view, the way these little things came to London must be by smuggling.

However, McCoff's transaction is based on the country as the unit, an official arms exchange, which means that this process must be accompanied by strict government monitoring to ensure the completion of the transaction, and he wants to get white money from such a transaction. The difficulty of finding the eggs of Aedes mosquitoes is no different from climbing to the sky.

So the culprits were naturally the rest of them, and among them, Irene was the biggest suspect.

Because compared to other people's seemingly normal trading items, the things she bought are the most suspicious.

ceramics.

Lots of ceramics.

But would people like Irene really appreciate the beauty of ceramics?

According to his understanding, ceramics are more likely to be containers.

To conceal the other thing she was transferring—

But such things should not be Aedes mosquitoes.

This makes no sense, how could Irene Adler smuggle Aedes?

From the analysis of her occupation and personality appearance, no reason can be found.And, what use could Aedes be to Adler?

His intuition was still somewhat unwilling to believe it.

Moreover, he had never heard of the blood-red Aedes albopictus before, so they were most likely artificially cultivated, and to ensure the success of the morphological and directional changes of the larvae, this person must have a rich reserve of biological knowledge, and The number of Aedes mosquitoes they have will not be small. After all, the mutation is not directional. Although it can be induced to be oriented, the probability of success is extremely low.

From this, it can be inferred that the prisoner is likely to be a person who is engaged in a biology-related occupation, or has a great interest in biology. At the same time, his status should not be low, and he should have a relatively good experimental environment for cultivating larvae.But it doesn't rule out that the other party is a genius who can breed mutants in a poor environment.

But how could such a genius waste such a precious experimental product on him?Aedes mosquitoes that have changed their color, or even changed their habits, blood-red, blood-loving Aedes mosquitoes are by no means easy to breed, but the criminals used such important things to kill him.

Yes, kill him.

Sherlock looked at the cat at his feet, feeling terrified.

This cat came from nowhere and saved him. When the mosquitoes flew up from the flowers, they were going to fly to him, but this cat jumped up from the corner, and it was covered with insects. There were wounds, bloodstains, and the smell of fresh blood, so those Aedes mosquitoes all jumped on this little thing.

It was instantly submerged in blood red.

These Aedes mosquitoes were crazy and unrestrained, and soon some of them circled a few times in the air and landed on the ground. Their slender bodies were swollen with blood, but they still flapped their wings, as if they wanted to get up and eat again. a meal.

Terrible greed.

What kind of person can breed such a thing?

There was no such person in his memory.

And with this method, he even thought of Moriarty.

But Moriarty's method would not carry such obvious killing intent.He prefers to destroy a person, from the past, fundamentally, to destroy a person's honor.

It's as if he is an emperor looking down on the mortal world from a height.

So this kind of approach is not the style of Mr. Criminal Consultant at all.

In addition, he also realized that the strong killing intent actually reserved vitality—from the very beginning, he discovered that those blood-red Aedes mosquitoes were indeed bloodthirsty, but for them, they were more tempting. The first was the bouquet of black roses, because after they circled him a few times, they all fell on the flowers, dyeing them a bright red.

And Sherlock smelled the fainter and weaker smell in the air.

Like the taste of blood.

While circling, he keenly noticed that the mosquitoes were circling around his face, but when he used his hand to cover it, these little things would avoid it.

It was as if they might die if they didn't dodge, and they looked exhausted as if there were countless terrifying pursuers behind them.

It made him realize that there must be something special on his face that caused the arrival of Aedes.

And his hands must have been stained with something that has some horrible repulsive power against these Aedes mosquitoes.

And thinking about it carefully, the only time his face touched something that might be an inducement was that bouquet of flowers.

The bouquet of black roses hurled at his face.

And I heard from Erichdore that this bouquet of flowers came from a girl named Calamity, no, it doesn't have to be a girl, Calamity is just a code name.Sherlock had suspected the person who gave the flowers, but this girl was too weak. From her words and deeds, she could see the cowardice and anxiety in this person's heart.

She always seems to have a sense of fear towards the outside world.

And if such a person is a murderer, what a perfect disguise is it?

But what caused him to think was, where did the medicine on his hands come from?

Is it the doorknob you touched when you left the house?Or a pat on the shoulder when talking to Watson?Or at some time, he didn't know, wiped somewhere?

No, no, it's impossible for him not to know, it should be because he didn't pay attention at the time, or in other words, it was a scene that was not easy for him to pay attention to.And with his usual social scope, the possibility of passing it through friends is the lowest. He doesn't have many friends, and he just discovered that he is the only target of Aedes mosquito.

Therefore, it is more likely that the coincidence object is a stranger, and it should be a person who can blur a person's impression more.

Recalling the strangers he met today...passers-by on a bicycle, the owner of a fruit shop on the street, no, this is from McCoff, so who else?

There was one more, Erichdore Chalibert.

How does she deliver this special potion?

Through paper, the only contact between them.

Sherlock got up immediately, picked up the paper, and sniffed it closely - but there was no smell.

It was as if stating his wrong guess.

The detective frowned.

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Strange is normal, Mr. Detective.

Qiao Xi smiled.

It was true that she wanted to test Sherlock, and the method of testing was a bit "ruthless", but, just now, she changed her mind.

Before coming, she had set a special vibration for her phone, and only the death of two people could trigger such a vibration.

Leah and Sid.

The death of either of these two people would cause great changes to the plan. If Mr. Detective dies at this time, it is likely to disrupt her game.

Sid is still a child, and the negativity in his heart is still growing, and she has also received a call from Sid, so normally speaking, it is impossible for him to die.

Therefore, this person should be Lai Que.

I didn't expect that Mr. Moriarty was still very powerful.

I don't know if it was a counterattack after becoming angry, or was it discovered in advance?

Or, did Laige die on Mr. Moriarty's bed?

Oh, she is really getting more and more naughty.

Qiao Xi fiddled with the phone in her pocket.

She's not going to end the game.

Mr. Moriarty's ability can be seen by being able to kill Lexie, so the game is worth playing.

And Mr. Sherlock's side...

As long as Mr. Sherlock is smarter, he will definitely be able to find the evidence she left quietly, and then come to her, and then be kidnapped together.

Suson Dumixian, that guy will definitely come to her.

Come to Erichdore Charibert.

In this way, it is not in vain that she chose this person.

And calamity is the culprit of all this.

And she really, really just came to take her pen and paper.

Erichdore is just a florist who loves flowers.

All the faults were done by calamity and had nothing to do with her.

Holding the book in her arms and fiddling with the pen in her hand, Qiao Xi looked at the sun hanging above her head, and then smiled softly.

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Life is hard for Susan.

It's not that his daily life is more or less sad, but that after that day, he will have dreams every night. In the dream, he and a girl whose face cannot be seen clearly are doing something they shouldn't do.

he wants.

He wants it.

Want that girl so much.

Whether it was the one in the white dress or every girl he'd ever seen, he wanted it, every one of them.

He felt like he was going crazy.

Occasionally, when he went to an Internet cafe to play games, he could see ghosts of girls flashing across the screen, as if he had hallucinations due to excessive thinking.

Today, as usual, he wobbled up from his chair in the Internet cafe, intending to go home early. His house was in an alley, and he had to go deep into the alley, but today he was about to enter the alley when he heard the girl The furious voice "You, you, you, and you, I said, don't follow me! Follow me again, and I will let my mother fire you!"

Listening to the voice is a very young girl, although she is angry, but the voice is still soft, which is the type he likes.

Su Sen hid in the shadows in the corner like a ghost.

After a while, he saw a young girl walking in front of him, the dim light shone on her face, showing her beautiful face, even though she was furious at the moment, it was hard to hide her beauty.

Su Sen was moved.

There was a fire in his eyes in the light.

Just approach her from behind, knock her out, cover her mouth so she doesn't make a sound, and drag her home, this girl... this beautiful girl is his.

His fingertips couldn't help trembling.

Although those bodyguards were yelled at, they should still be far behind this person, and they can only fight quickly.

His chance may only be for a moment.

He clenched his fists.

girl……

He wants that girl.

Five minutes later, the bodyguards discovered that the eldest lady, who was still in sight, suddenly disappeared.

They explored along the way, but they never found any clues.

They only knew that the eldest lady was missing.

And in a certain corner, Su Sen was holding the unconscious girl in his arms, with a satisfied smile on his face.

girl, his girl...

The night was so beautiful, Su Sen hugged the beauty in his arms tightly.

He knew from this moment that there was no turning back.

But... this intoxicating sense of happiness...

He is willing.