Pretty cool, Moriarty even knew the whereabouts of each one, but obviously, there was no one named Moran among the buyers.

So where did he get this gun from?

He didn't want to ask Moran, Moriarty would know everything he wanted to know.

Moriarty, still smiling, stubbed out a cigarette in the clear ashtray as Moran looked back at him.

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[Little Jim: Two achievements have been completed today, one is guiding people to do good, and two is winning every bet. =v=LUCKY~]

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☆、Dark blue number

"Okay, I think I'm going home." Moriarty put down his glass and stood up.

Moran stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, and through the cuff, Moriarty could still feel the temperature of the man's palm was higher than others.Moriarty stared at him with dark brown eyes that were almost jet-black, and Moran looked back without hesitation: "I'll see you off."

Moriarty twitched the corners of his mouth: "Come on, I'm not one of those delicate little girls, and I don't need your spirit."

Moran frowned, then reached out and pulled a piece of paper from the corner of the bar. The napkins here were thicker than those in other places.He removed the pen from his breast pocket—Moriarty thought the man was dressed head to toe—and jotted down a string of numbers on a napkin.Moriarty let him tug on his wrist, watching him leave the number with interested eyes.

"Contact me when I'm free." Moran stuffed him with a napkin, and then continued to turn around to drink the wine he hadn't finished.

Moriarty chuckled lightly, neither agreeing nor refusing, rolled up the napkin and stuffed it into the pocket of the windbreaker before going out.He hadn't left the tall blond man with any form of communication, and he didn't deny that he was still annoyed that the man didn't know anything about him.It was just a reunion of acquaintances. If he was lucky, Moran might get an absolutely satisfying sex|love from Moriarty before he got shot in the head, but now, Moriarty is obviously not ready Just let him go as simple as that.

It seems a better choice to use and betray him and let him see himself as the whole world again.

After leaving the tavern, Moriarty didn't call a taxi, but walked back like a leisurely stroll.He stuffed the earphones into his ears, and some noisy metal music came out of it, but he successfully separated a barrier between him and the world.Moriarty put his hands in his pockets, and his fingertips touched the edge of the napkin, which was hard and prickly.

Take it out, unfold it, and the number on it is written with a dark blue pen.After staring at it for a while, Moriarty managed to memorize this string of unconnected numbers, and then casually threw it into the trash can on the street.

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It was already midnight when Moriarty returned to the rented house, and there was no moon today, but the streetlights were enough to make the road clear.

He took off his earphones, and was about to open the door with the key, but the moment the key was inserted into the keyhole, Moriarty stopped, squinted his eyes slightly and looked up.

His room is on the second floor. The room on the first floor originally belonged to the landlord, Mrs. Maxim, but this lady doesn’t live here often. She always leads a colorful nightlife after her husband’s death. She has too many backups. Choose the option instead of nesting in this small place in the middle of nowhere and musty.But Moriarty clearly remembered closing the window when he left, but now, the window was open, and the light blue curtains inside were blowing in the night wind.

The rug in front of the door has obvious trample marks, not from Moriarty's soft calfskin shoes, nor from Madame Maxime's sharp high-heeled shoes, but from what looks like rain boots. The marks left by the same thing, with water stains on it.Moriarty frowned in disgust, then kicked the rug aside without hesitation.

As for the possibility of this becoming evidence, hey, he is a criminal, Tianzheng is going to do bad things, isn't he?

Moriarty doesn't have the insight as precise as a microscope like Sherlock, and he doesn't bother to learn any deductive method. For Moriarty, he can just take a look at what he wants to know.He might appreciate and greedily want to destroy Sherlock's brilliant mind, but he doesn't like the man's complicated habit of messing with everything.

With a calm expression, he turned the key, opened the door, and Moriarty walked up the stairs slowly.

And the moment he opened the door, a strong smell of blood came over his face.Moriarty twitched the corners of his mouth, and his eyes almost couldn't help showing a mixture of cruelty and disgust, but his hand holding the doorknob was trembling slightly, and his little finger trembled slightly.

He hated clutter and was obsessed with death, a strange combination of emotions that excited Moriarty.

Murder scenes in reality will never be as clean and organized as those shown on TV, nor will they be as flattering as those described in books. They are always messy and disgustingly ugly.

The originally clean sofa became dirty, with muddy water spots and blood spots on it, and a knife on the dining table was obviously the murder weapon. Moriarty remembered that it was used for cutting apples in the kitchen.And the dead... She was lying in the middle, not concealing her presence at all. The windows were wide open, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains occasionally touched the woman's face and hair, which looked very strange.

Moriarty was standing at the door, tilting his head to look at the disheveled woman lying on the ground, and walked in.

There's blood all over the floor, it's disgraceful.It seems that my new leather shoes are going to be thrown away, how annoying.

Not minding that his footprints would be left behind at the murder scene, Moriarty squatted down and brushed away the long hair covering the woman's face.What was revealed was a pale face, but surprisingly, there was no trace of blood on it, it was very clean, and even the makeup was neat.Moriarty raised his eyebrows, this woman was obviously familiar to him.

Madame Maxime, his landlady.

Moriarty stood up, looked at the door, and looked out the window, it was obviously late.However, he is not prepared to sympathize with those gentlemen of the police. You know, criminals create small troubles, and the police clean up the mess. This is a matter of course.

Taking out the phone, Moriarty pressed a few numbers, then put the phone to his ear with a slight smile.

'who. 'Across the phone came a low and bored voice.

"I hope it didn't disturb your sleep, my barrister." Moriarty sat on the only clean chair in the room, put his left leg on his right, and swayed his toes playfully.

'Say what you have to say. ' Loki was visibly impatient, and his tolerance for Moriarty plummeted.

Moriarty was not anxious at all, and said slowly: "I think I need your help, Loki, as a temporary partner, I don't think you will reject me cruelly, right?"

'……explain. '

"I want to ask you to defend me. I think I will be regarded as a murder suspect in a few hours. I want you, my lawyer, to save me, a poor and innocent person."

Obviously, this sentence made Loki a little bit unable to digest, and he didn't respond for a while.

Moriarty continued without waiting for him to speak: "Come to my house tomorrow morning, if you can bring me some cookies, I'm a little hungry."

The reply was the voice of Loki hanging up the phone without hesitation.

Moriarty pouted, but didn't take Loki's impoliteness to heart.He made another phone call with a smile, with a clean and pure smile, but the words that came out of his mouth were flustered and innocent. Matching the smile on his face and the scene in the room, it was weird and beautiful.

"Hello, Police...Mr. Police, I need help... Yes, help. God, God, someone died, died in my house..."

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【Little Jim: Successfully summoned a detective who is dating, ~(≧▽≦)/~】

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☆, bloody footprints

Moriarty sat on a chair and checked Twitter, without any panic at the scene of a murder, but the efficiency of the police was too slow, Moriarty became impatient, he changed his posture, and then dialed a Number.

'BOSS. 'On the other side of the phone was the sound of noisy metal instruments, and Parker's excited voice came along the phone.

Moriarty doesn't mind that his subordinates have some small hobbies outside of the real world. For example, he doesn't care much about Parker being the lead singer of the band, but he doesn't like such a messy voice buzzing in his ears: " I think you need to move somewhere."

'Okay, boss. '

Parker left there obediently. It seemed that he said something to the drummer before he left. Moriarty couldn't hear him clearly, but he didn't care.After the other side of the phone quieted down, Moriarty said, "Where are you?"

Parker smiled: "Nightlight Bar, the girls here are very hot." '

Moriarty raised his left hand and looked at his fingernails, which were neatly trimmed, looking clean and neat: "If you tell me how Madame Maxime died, I will let you go, if you don't I know, I will kill you."

Parker on the opposite side replied without thinking too much: "That was a very boring process, BOSS, without any technical content."I have had the man who killed me follow, if you need, I will take him there. '

Moriarty blinked and looked away from his fingertips: "No, enjoy your vacation, little Parker, just don't make trouble."

What responded to him was Parker's joyful laughter.

Moriarty can live in a small house and live a leisurely life like an ordinary person, but that doesn't mean he doesn't pay attention to the people and things around him.On the contrary, he likes to be in control, likes to control, so he will put his eyeliner, not only around the opponent, but also around himself.

It's just that he didn't care who killed Mrs. Maxim, what he cared about was what he could get from here.

There was no interesting news on Twitter, Sherlock was still complaining about being bored, Watson was still studying how to cook potatoes, and the inquiries about him in the mailbox were very boring.This world is really boring, why not play with Morando for a while, Moriarty thought.

It wasn't until the light of the police car flashed outside the window and the siren wailed that Moriarty slowly put away the phone, then sat there quietly and stared at the door.

The first person to come in was a man in a dark green windbreaker. He was not tall, and he already had some gray hair, but his handsome face could still be seen when he was young.Moriarty knew him, Greg Lestrade, the famous detective, and the only police officer in London who could tolerate Sherlock's involvement in the case.He frowned, stayed at the door, and then turned around and shouted: "Prepare protective clothing!"

Moriarty stared at him with wide eyes, stood up, and remained silent.Lestrade naturally also saw him, his brows furrowed tighter, and he stretched out his hand to Moriarty to signal him to be quiet: "Stay there, sir, I don't think you need to do anything, it will destroy this place. "

"I'm sorry, Mr. Inspector, I just...I just..." Moriarty lowered his head as he said, as if completely frightened.

Lestrade's face showed some unbearable expression, which made Moriarty conclude that the inspector was as soft-hearted as the rumors said.

At this time, the forensic doctor and police detectives in protective clothing had already walked in.They carefully avoided the bloodstains and looked for a place to lay their feet on the floor, but it was clear that there were very few clean places to fall.Several detectives took evidence, including the footprints Moriarty had just walked on the floor.Moriarty blinked, watched their activities without saying a word, then obediently followed a police detective out of the house, and was taken to a room downstairs and isolated.

Obviously, his footprints made him the most suspected person, even if he was the one who called the police.

Fortunately, those people didn't take his phone, which gave him time to bombard Loki with text messages when he should be in bed.

That's right, Moriarty is one of those "I'm not going to make it easy for you" kind of guy.

After the No.30 six text messages were sent out, Moriarty finally received his first reply.

'roll. '

For Loki's impoliteness, Moriarty felt very uncomfortable: "I just told you a few jokes."

After half a minute, Rocky replied to him: 'Shut up. '

"I thought you were coming to save me."

'I need a sleep without the accompaniment of the violin. '

Moriarty stared at this sentence for a few seconds, then curled the corners of his lips, as if thinking of something very interesting.It seemed good news that Inspector Lestrade had once again enlisted the help of the consulting detective.Moriarty was almost eagerly waiting for Sherlock's presence, and while waiting, he was still in the mood to scroll through a tweet.

[Little Jim: I have a little house with a bunch of little rabbits in it.The big rabbit died, the second rabbit ran away, and the third rabbit was digging in the house.Four rabbits are waiting for five rabbits, and six rabbits bring seven rabbits~]

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It was already daylight when Sherlock Six Rabbits Holmes and John Seven Rabbits Watson arrived here.

In fact, Sherlock wanted to come earlier, but Watson didn't know when he started to wake up, and it was really difficult to wake up his good doctor.But anyone who wakes up in the middle of the night and sees a long face only half a centimeter away from his own will feel bad.

"The next time you sneak into my house and climb into my bed, Sherlock, I'll beat you up."

"John, this case is very interesting."

"What I need is sleep, not to accompany you to see the corpse!"

Anderson was collecting evidence when this somewhat bad conversation came in. The moment he heard Sherlock's deep voice, Anderson's originally idle eyes instantly focused, and his whole body seemed to be full of fighting power. He stood up suddenly and shouted. Walking to the door, he shouted at the black curly-haired man walking towards him: "Stop, Sherlock! I warn you, don't try to destroy the crime scene."

But before Sherlock could speak this time, Lestrade stopped Anderson with his eyes closed: "Okay, Anderson, let him in."

Sherlock stared at Anderson blankly, while Watson next to him looked up and saw the black-haired man in the room.The man was sitting on a chair not far from the door, with his hands crossed on his knees, his very conspicuous brown and black eyes were staring wide open, and he was visibly flustered when he met Watson's eyes .

"Who is that?" Watson looked at Lestrade.

Lestrade replied: "Sir who called the police, according to the records he is called..."

"GAY, no doubt." Sherlock interrupted Lestrade without waiting for Lestrade to finish, and then walked sideways from Anderson into the room, "John, come with me, I think I need you s help."

Watson nodded to Lestrade, and the white gloves he handed over followed Sherlock into the room.

Donovan, who had been silent all this time, frowned and whispered, "Inspector, he will make us look like idiots."

"But I do need his help, and I want to go back to sleep early." Lestrade looked into the room while talking, and when he saw Sherlock approaching the victim's stomach that had been stabbed by a knife, he My head hurts again.

Sherlock didn't know that because of his impatience, he missed the opportunity to meet Moriarty. Obviously, for him, the case could keep him from being bored now.

In fact, there is not much evidence left in the room, and the footprints on the floor are intricate. Even Sherlock, who is proficient in various colors of blood coagulation, cannot tell which is the earliest one among the mess.But even though he muttered "a bunch of stupid goldfish" silently in his heart, on the face, Sherlock still squatted silently in front of the corpse, then raised his head and said to Watson, "I think you can start checking."

After putting on the gloves, Watson exhaled lightly and squatted down to look through the corpse: "Sherlock, you must promise not to enter my room casually in the future."

Sherlock's eyes were fixed on Madam Maxim's neck, and his mouth opened and closed quickly: "I knocked on the door."

"I was sleeping and didn't hear it."

"So I chose to go in and have a look. After all, I don't know if you are in danger."

Watson felt a sense of powerlessness that he couldn't even sigh, and even the movements of his hands were a little slower.At this time, Lestrade walked in: "What did you find?"

Sherlock said nothing, but looked up at Watson.The good doctor is also used to this kind of routine. He made his own inferences, then asked Sherlock to overthrow him, and gave the famous detective a compliment.

It sounds like a lot to do, but Sherlock likes to do it, and does it to his heart's content.

☆, 10. Sharing the rent

"The prisoner lost her vital signs before she was stabbed in the abdomen. It can be seen from her neck that she was strangled to death by something. The shape should be a rope. She has been dead for more than five hours. The murderer should be here Strangled her, caused her to suffocate to death, and then the murderer destroyed the body." Watson looked at Sherlock, and as expected, he saw the smile on the corner of the man's mouth.

Watson shrugged: "Well, where did I go wrong?"

"John, your reasoning has become much more careful." It was rare that Sherlock did not utter sarcasm, which even surprised Watson.But then, Sherlock's words made Watson's just better mood turn cloudy again, "If you are willing to look a little more, I don't think you will come to such absurd conclusions."

Watson had learned not to be angry because of Sherlock's mouth, and his appointed officer took out his notebook and began to record another gorgeous reasoning of the great consulting detective.

Sherlock didn't let him down either. He put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, his eyes quickly turned around, and after looking through the corpse carefully for a while, the deep cello-like voice echoed in the room: "The victim Apparently killed by her lover, they were in the outer suburbs, but her lover killed her and brought her back and dumped her here to create a false crime scene."

"Outskirts?" Lestrade frowned.

Sherlock was a little impatient: "Of course, otherwise what would you think."

"I don't know..." Watson was a little confused.

When Sherlock turned to Watson, he was no longer irritable. He was willing to answer all of Watson's questions, and he was very patient: "Her clothes have obviously been changed, and the makeup on her face was painted by a queen. Look at the eyebrows. " Sherlock stretched out his pale fingertips and stroked Watson's eyebrows, "Other people's paintings will obviously be different, and this is a man's drawing, even if he tries to imitate a woman's way, it is still full of flaws .”

Watson felt Sherlock's fingertips touch his eye sockets, which made him lick his lips, but he didn't dodge.

Sherlock didn't seem to notice that this was wrong, but turned around and continued: "The outskirts, yes, the outskirts, it rained this morning in the outskirts, and it's always rainy there. There are obvious traces of mud and water on the sofa, obviously the criminals I was very flustered, I didn’t have time to notice these, those mud spots are probably on his body and shoes. There are also mud spots on the carpet at the door.”

"There is no carpet at the door." Watson looked at Sherlock.

Sherlock waved his hand: "You don't always like to observe, John. When you entered the door, the color in the middle of the door was obviously lighter than the one next to it, and it was square. There must be a square rug there. I found that rug, Yes, just now when you were arguing with me whether to climb the bed or not, I found it in the grass, with obvious muddy footprints on it. His way of using a knife is very unique, very similar to the way of killing animals, I Guess what we're looking for is a hunter, of course, handsome enough for a respectable lady to ignore his profession."

Watson looked embarrassed, and lowered his head to record Sherlock's words with a pen, and also concealed his expression by the way.

Lestrade automatically filtered out all of Sherlock's sarcasm and the peculiar way of talking to the good doctor, and filtered out the important information: "The suspect is a hunter?"

"Obvious."

"Then..." Lestrade wanted to say something, but at this moment, Donovan stepped forward.

She doesn't like Sherlock, but now is not the time to talk to him: "Inspector, someone wants to see you."

Lestrade couldn't think of anyone who would come to him while he was working on a case, except the reporter: "Tell him that no photography is allowed now, this case is not suitable for public publication."

"It's not a reporter, it's a lawyer." At this point, Donovan showed some hesitation on his face, but he continued, "He said his client may have been treated unfairly."

Lestrade obviously didn't expect a lawyer to come. He raised his eyebrows and asked Donovan to bring him in. Not long after, regular footsteps came, and the wooden stairs creaked. A man with emerald-like eyes The man appeared in front of the crowd.

"It's you!" Inspector Lestrade, who has always been good-tempered, changed his expression the moment he saw the man, and Watson also made a surprised sound. Only Sherlock looked at the man with a blank expression on his face, and then He took a step forward and stood beside Peanut.

Loki was wearing a decent suit with a black windbreaker on the outside, which tightly wrapped his slender and tall body.His green eyes looked around the crowd, and he frowned when he saw Mrs. Maxim on the ground, obviously tired of seeing this scene.He looked at Lestrade and said calmly, "We meet again, Mr. Detective."

Lestrade gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Watson was a little surprised to see Loki here. In fact, although he didn't know the name of this person, the half face he saw through the door last time was enough to impress him with Loki's green eyes.Watson was surprised at the presence of this ill-tempered neighbor.

Sherlock beside him had already taken out his mobile phone and didn't know what he was looking for. After looking at Watson's face, he said lightly: "His name is Rocky, he is a lawyer, and he is famous, or notorious." Handed it to Watson, "Under his defense, there may be more criminals acquitted by the court than we have caught together."

Watson looked at the screen of the mobile phone. On it was a cold-faced Loki in court, and beside him was a smiling prisoner in handcuffs. Behind him was Inspector Lestrade, who seemed to be angry and couldn't help himself.

Obviously, Loki defended the criminal, and Inspector Lestrade, as the public prosecutor, suffered more than once from this silver tongue.

"I said he's a high-functioning sociopath, and he's a genius." Sherlock retracted his phone and said indifferently, "But he's an annoying guy."

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"Mr. Inspector, I need to see my client, and I hope you will ensure his personal safety." Loki still has no expression on his face. If you observe carefully, you will see a faint tiredness on his fair face, and there are also spots under his eyes. A small patch of shadow.

He naturally saw Sherlock and Watson, whose departure apparently took away the noisy homemade violin playing.But in Moriarty's text message, Loki didn't get any good rest. If he hadn't entrusted Moriarty himself, I'm afraid Rocky would be very happy to throw Moriarty into prison for ten years eight years.

Lestrade clearly disliked the man, but could not refuse him.This recognition made Lestrade feel even worse: "Who are you looking for?"

Loki's green eyes were dull: "The master here."

Lestrade frowned. According to Sherlock's reasoning, Moriarty was obviously not suspected, but regarding Loki's consistent behavior, Lestrade once again put Moriarty on the list of key concerns : "He's downstairs, I'll ask Donovan to show you the way."

"No need." Loki walked down the stairs without saying a single word.

When Moriarty saw Loki, the joy on his face was too obvious, so obvious that it was fake.

"Dear Loki, my friend, I think I need your rescue." A strange aria came out of Moriarty's mouth, making Loki subconsciously stand three steps away from Moriarty A far place refuses to take a step closer.

"I don't think this matter has anything to do with you." Although Loki knew about Moriarty's background, he obviously didn't have the habit of killing people in his own home. "So, I need to know that you asked me to come and A reason for sacrificing my sleep time."

The smile on Moriarty's face became brighter, he stood up, walked into Loki, and then extended his hand: "Loki, I think you may need a roommate to help you share the rent, trust me, I will definitely A good roommate."

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[Cosmic hero Stark: The damn big hammer made a hole in my house again yesterday (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻He let his brother run away! Why bother me to help him find it!】

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☆, rose shower gel

Rocky loved sleep, it was the easiest way he could relax.And what he hates the most is people who disturb his sleep, so although he has never talked to Sherlock, the neighbor who likes to make small explosions and play the violin has won enough loathing for Rocky.

In view of the lack of sleep last night, Loki threw himself on the bed as soon as he got home, and wrapped him tightly with a quilt.Moriarty, who followed him in, casually hung his windbreaker at the door, and then changed his shoes—he had already thrown away the pair of dirty calfskin shoes, and these were his stock in the cabinet.

"I allow you to stay with me temporarily for a day, but keep quiet." Loki's voice came out from under the quilt a little hoarsely, and his lack of sleep caused his voice to be lower than usual.

Moriarty smiled lightly as a response, and then went into the kitchen to make himself a cup of black tea.

The house structure of 222B is similar to that of 221B, because they both have the B—bis, which means 2 in French—so there are also two rooms where tenants are allowed to live.

Moriarty originally wanted to rent this place, but Loki took the lead, and this person directly paid the rent for the two of them. Now Moriarty lost his place because of Mrs. Maxim's accidental death, and this place has become a place again. his options.

Sitting at the dining table with a cup of black tea, Moriarty looked out the window.The house across the street can be seen from here, and the shadow of 221B can be reflected in the opposite window.A taxi stopped at the door of 221B, and the two got out of the taxi. Moriarty stared at the gentlemanly curly-haired man who opened the door for the blond man. The cup was placed on the table, and it was padded with the little finger, but there was no sound.

Although Moriarty can use text messages to torment Loki who didn't sleep well all night, it is clear that Loki needs to be quiet now, and it is Moriarty's professionalism to ensure the client's personal health.Moriarty stood up, left the house, closed the door from the outside, and took out his phone.

'Jim: Kill the prey. '

Quickly press your finger on the key and click send.

It didn't take long to get a reply.

'parker: GET'

Satisfied, Moriarty put the phone back into his pocket, then walked in the door with a smile, and glanced at Loki who was sleeping peacefully on the bed in the bedroom. Moriarty threw himself on the soft sofa, curled up Legs, holding the knees with hands, biting the nails of the thumbs, the smile on the face of the black-haired man is simple and cruel.

Moriarty knew the murderer of Madame Maxime, and Moriarty had no benefit to this unexpected and impulsive murder, and did not want to intervene.

But now, Moriarty is willing to use his power to shoot the gun into the murderer's head.Not because of a sudden outburst of his fellow citizens, but because of Moriarty's zeal for any way of causing trouble for Sherlock.

That's funny, isn't it.

But it was boring to stay here all the time, Moriarty stood up and walked back and forth in the room, the soft blanket ensured that his footsteps did not make any noise.In the end, his footsteps stopped by the window, and his eyes burst out with excitement.

And the blond man who opened the window to dry his clothes obviously also saw Moriarty, he paused, his eyes as blue as the sea were full of surprise.

Moriarty was still wearing the suit he had worn when they met last night. It was upright and decent, but the smile on his face at the moment was not at all decency.Moriarty leaned against the window frame and whistled carelessly towards the blond man across from him.

Then, with satisfaction, he saw the man suddenly look away, but he didn't close the window, but quickly hung up his clothes and looked at Moriarty again.But this time, Moriarty didn't wait for him, but turned and left the window directly.

He walked into the bedroom and knocked on the door: "Sweetie, I know you're awake."

Loki ignored him, but those emerald-like eyes had been opened, and they were clear.

Moriarty walked in with a smile, and put the freshly brewed black tea on the bedside table.The cups Loki uses are simple white porcelain cups, clean and without a trace of pattern: "I think I can find another place to live, thank you very much

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