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Mycroft felt a little surprised, in a group of Germans and Englishmen, there was a man with a traditional American accent in English, which was obviously surprising.What surprised him even more was this man's behavior... Is he an adult?

Gellert was not surprised at all. The German devil, who had been communicating with Sheldon for several years, obviously liked this American kid who showed "I'm very easy to deceive" from head to toe.

Perhaps, his IQ is too high to be fooled?Oh, as long as the lies are always the same, isn't it?At least for now Sheldon still thinks of magic as juggling, and is committed to finding the loophole.

So cute.

Mycroft did not ask about Mr. Cooper's background, but pulled Sherlock who was watching the fun: "This is my brother, Sherlock. Sherlock, this is Mr. Grindelwald."

Sherlock doesn't want to have too much contact with the wizard, just like he can feel the wizard, and the wizard can also perceive him. Sherlock, who is half a rare species, always avoids it subconsciously.Looking at Gellert with a flat expression, Sherlock said, "Nice to see you, Mr. Grindelwald."

Gellert stared at him, saying nothing.

Sherlock frowned, feeling uncomfortable whenever someone stared at him, and the simple thing the big detective would do when he felt uncomfortable was to use—or show off—expertise Remain deterrent: "I think what happened last night is why I'm here."

Gellert raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkling with interest.Of course Mycroft knew that this was Sherlock's occupational disease, but it also made him turn his eyes back to Gellert. The movements and expressions of the Holmes brothers at this moment were even surprisingly consistent with their eyes.

"Last night?" Shelton looked at Gellert, obviously a little confused.He always thought that Gellert would come because of his request, but they did not meet in Germany, but chose to meet in England. The urgency of time made Sheldon know nothing about Gellert's itinerary yesterday.

Gellert didn't seem to be hiding anything, he just smiled and said: "Yes, Jim's conditions are very attractive, but the reason for me to come is very simple. But this is not the point, is it? Gentlemen, I think I need Know what preparations you have made, and what our enemy looks like. Efficiency, I need this."

Mycroft didn't say anything more, and led him inside.Sheldon couldn't stop his curiosity, quietly hid behind the crowd, and grabbed Sherlock.

Sherlock turned his head, looked at the man who was slightly taller than himself, and raised his eyebrows.He had easily discovered Sheldon's career, a physicist, that was obvious.Of course, his hobbies and hobbies were also discovered along with it. The otaku who is very popular now can be known from the corners of his clothes and hair.

But obviously this man is a smart man, he has wisdom, which makes Sherlock not push him away, and his intuition tells him that it is very interesting to talk to this man, although most of the time the great detective does not believe in intuition: "Hello, Dr. Cooper. "

Sheldon doesn't have Sherlock's superb observation ability, in other words, he and Sherlock are two extremes, and what he is not good at is what Sherlock is best at.But now his focus is not here: "I want to know what happened yesterday."

"I won't tell you." Sherlock said a word slowly.

Shelton was taken aback: "What?"

Sherlock raised his chin to make the height difference between himself and this person less obvious: "I won't tell you about the unknown and things that can't be explained by physics." Shelton's eyes widened, but he listened immediately Sherlock went on to say, "But you can ask him, isn't it very simple? He will tell you an answer, and you will know whether it is correct or not."

"You mean, Schrödinger's cat?"

"Yes." Sherlock nodded firmly, then turned and left decisively.

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When Moriarty arrived at Holmes Manor, he was instantly amazed by the decorations here.

In just one night, the place has changed its appearance, beautiful white ribbons, splendid garlands, and red carpets on the road.

"It looks really good." Moriarty said with a smile.

Moran nodded, he decided to come here today to observe and study, it will be useful in the future.

Since Mycroft and Grindelwald had already gone upstairs, it was Mycroft's dearest brother, Sherlock Holmes, who was greeted at the door, and standing beside him was his good partner and companion. Doctor Watson, the good doctor's smile is still so warm. In contrast, Sherlock's stern face exudes the atmosphere of "I'm so boring, I need a case".

Watson saw Moriarty first as he passed.Although the good doctor has gradually overcome the fear that this person once framed them and wrapped him in a bomb, because they are now temporary allies, but forgive the good doctor still can't treat him with normal emotions.

The smile faded, but it could still be called soft, Watson said, "Nice to meet you."

Moran nodded, and Moriarty stepped forward to give the good doctor a hug: "Honey, it's nice to see you, are you finally getting married?"

Watson's eyes twitched: "No, it's not me, it's Mycroft."

"Mycroft is marrying Sherlock? Oh, I know you must be very sad."

"..." Watson gave up explaining.

Sherlock on the side stepped forward and pulled Moriarty away by the collar. Moran stretched out his arms and hugged his own little Jim. He was not angry, but asked, "Are they here?"

Sherlock nodded, then thought of the strange Sheldon Cooper, and felt a pain in his head for an instant.

"That's really good." Moriarty, who was leaning against Moran's arms, said with a smile, "I think you've seen Gellert, oh, he's a very nice man, isn't he?"

Sherlock turned his eyes away and ignored him, so Watson could only say, "They are upstairs now, I think you can go and talk to them," he said, and said to Moran, "Maybe you would like to bring some Cookies up."

"Mycroft's dentist resigned recently," Sherlock murmured, earning Watson a roll of his eyes.

Moriarty agreed with a smile, ready to put desserts on a plate and serve them.As he was walking inside, he heard Sherlock say coldly: "There is Dr. Cooper, you will want to meet him, Moriarty."

Moriarty paused, then turned around and looked at Sherlock: "I didn't even know that you have a friend named Cooper."

"That's your friend, maybe you forgot, in Australia, you mentioned it when you lost the game, the one who forced you to move your seat every day in the dormitory - Sheldon Cooper."

Moriarty's darkened face made Sherlock smile for the first time today.

☆、115·Oath of Love

Moriarty walked into the room just in time for the scene where Gellert slapped Sheldon on the head.Mycroft and Lestrade seemed familiar with it, but Moriarty saw it very freshly.

And, it's a joy to watch.

But obviously this pleasant feeling didn't last long, Gellert put down his hand because he found Moriarty at the door.The blond man stood up smiling and walked towards them.

"Nice to meet you, Jim, it's been many years since we last parted, and you still haven't grown taller." Gellert smiled and held out his hand to Moriarty.

Moriarty wasn't angry about his height—he didn't need it—he just smiled and took Gellert's hand: "Nice to meet you, Gellert, I have to say It's amazing how young you are."

The expressions of the two people who exposed each other's shortcomings were calm, but even Sheldon, who knew little about the ways of the world, noticed something was wrong between them.

Fortunately, the two didn't compete for long, and Gellert turned his eyes to Moran beside him.He could tell Moran's nationality at a glance, and Moran looked at him with almost fanatical admiration, which made Gellert very satisfied.He smiled and said to Moran, "It looks like you know me."

"Yes, sir." Moran said in a tone of respect that Moriarty had only heard him put on Mycroft, "I have heard about your lord's deeds when I was a child. Very inspiring."

"Perhaps, you are willing to become a saint?" Gellert was not so exclusive. In fact, he had many Muggles under his command, and of course all of them were elites.

Moran still maintained his reverence, but declined politely: "That is my honor, but I am sorry, Your Excellency, I have surrendered my loyalty now."

Gellert was a little puzzled, but Moriarty lifted it up: "He's mine."

In a word, it is not difficult to indicate a position.

Gellert didn't say any more, but returned to his seat with a smile.Moriarty put the biscuits on the table, and Mycroft took one and stuffed it into his mouth, causing Lestrade to stare at him unconsciously.Moriarty seemed not to notice, and sat on the vacant love seat with Moran, then looked at Mycroft: "Congratulations on your engagement, Mr. Holmes," and then he looked at Lestrade, "Also Congratulations, future Mr Holmes."

It has to be said that Moriarty has a special skill that always makes others want to kill him.

Mycroft did not answer, but said: "Now Moriarty is here, Mr. Grindelwald, maybe you can tell me your plan?"

Gellert didn't sit down, but leaned against the window, his eyes seemed to be looking out.Hearing Mycroft's question, he turned his head with a smile: "There is no need for a plan, Mr. Holmes, all we need are a few Avada Kedavra."

Mycroft did not know what Avada was, but the meaning of the Kedavra was obvious.He frowned: "If many people die at once, it will be very difficult for me to deal with."

Gellert spread his hands: "Useless kindness only destroys faith, Mr. Holmes."

"It has nothing to do with kindness, I just don't want blood to disturb the peace of my family."

Gellert was obviously surprised by the answer, but immediately he laughed, walked away from the window, and sat down beside Sheldon.Sheldon was a little uncomfortable, after all, Gellert was so close to him.

"Mutant, I need one, and the others can be given to you," Gellert raised his legs and leaned against the back of the chair, "as long as you fulfill the conditions."

Mycroft looked at Moriarty, obviously Moriarty had promised him something.

Moriarty smiled and said: "You will get what you want, a living Voldemort. As for the second one, I think you need to ask Mr. Mycroft for help, he is the British|Government."

Mycroft did not refute this time, but looked at Gellert fixedly.

Gellert smiled, and the English with a strong German accent became full of rhythm in his mouth: "It's a very simple condition, Mr. Holmes, because of the contract, I can't take a step into the British wizarding world. What I need is you to help me invite A little wizard coming home on vacation, I will help."

Mycroft looked at him and said in a low voice, "I have an obligation to protect the lives of the citizens of my country."

"I promise I won't hurt him, I can sign a contract with you," Gellert said calmly, "I just need a hut to open a door for me, a door to Hogwarts."

"That school?" Moriarty blinked, and if he remembered correctly, his lovely big black baby Snape was the professor there.

Gellert looked out the window: "Yes, that school, I want to find someone, seek an answer that I haven't found after decades of searching."

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The security issue was handled by Gellert and the little friends he brought from Germany, and Moriarty didn't need to worry about it.

Moriarty simply dragged Moran downstairs together.God, the way his good lover looks at Gellert is terrible, he doesn't want that 100-year-old guy to be his love rival.

Sheldon came out with them. This tall and thin man had long been tired of listening to them say some strange things in that small room, and Sheldon had engraved every word in his head.

"If you want to save your life, you'd better be with Gellert." Moriarty didn't want Sheldon with him, so he threatened right away.

But obviously, Sheldon will not be easily deceived by him.With a curl of his lips, Sheldon said in his unique high-pitched American English: "Okay, Jim, Gellert will solve the danger when it comes, as I just said, when you bring the cookies. By the way By the way, the cookies are delicious."

Moriarty rolled his eyes secretly, but didn't try to threaten him again.

Moran looked at Sheldon and then at Moriarty. He could feel the black pressure emanating from Moriarty's body, but he could also see that this depression was on the spiritual level. After all, Moriarty When I saw Eric, the momentum was like tearing him apart.

"Are you friends?" Moran asked in a low voice.

There was a smile on Moriarty's face, but it was a ferocious smile: "He is my roommate."

"But you look..."

"I think he will like my gift." Moriarty twitched the corners of his lips, then suddenly raised his head and said to Sheldon, "I want to introduce you to a friend who is proficient in chemistry and biology."

Shelton curled his lips. "Oh, chemistry and biology? That's really not a good idea."

"He can also play Klingon with you, trust me, once you teach him, you can play all day long."

This made Sheldon interested. Although Gellert's little tricks are very interesting, it is obviously boring to watch too much.He looked at Moriarty with excitement on his face: "Who?"

Moriarty pointed out, "That's the one with the long face and the curly hair."

"That's Sherlock, I just met him." Sheldon recognized Sherlock at a glance.

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, and he was not surprised by this, after all, when Sherlock talked about Sheldon, his expression was very... exciting.

Shelton thought about it, compared to being with this boring Moriarty who had studied geology and only liked to read books in Sheldon's impression, it would be better to go there and look interesting. Sherlock spoke.Saying goodbye to Moriarty politely - what Sheldon called boring common man's politeness - he walked straight towards Sherlock.

Moriarty breathed a sigh of relief having shaken off a nuisance.In his short life, Sheldon was definitely the biggest hurdle. If it wasn't for saving his life, he would never contact this person.

With a smile on his face again, Moriarty took Moran to try the wine at the banquet at the Sherlock Holmes Manor. He was sure that those were the delicacies that Mycroft treasured.But just before he was about to walk into the crowd, Moran grabbed his arm.

Looking up in confusion, Moriarty saw Moran's solemn expression.

"What's wrong?" Moriarty frowned slightly.

Moran held out his wrist to show Moriarty, and the watch on his wrist was glinting with blue light.

"This is given to me by Mister. Once I meet a mutant, it will glow, except for Mr. Sherlock Holmes." Moran looked up and looked at the crowd with intertwined lights. "Obviously, we have already met the enemy."

Moriarty tilted his head and looked into the venue.

If according to Little Jim's logic, a few bombs were planted and detonated, everything would be over.But the few guys who worked with him—including Moran—would probably not agree, after all, there are many people who don't know anything.And the reason for insisting on inviting and entertaining them is not only because Mycroft's image wants to hold a grand engagement ceremony, but also because the current power of mutants is not completely strong, Eric seeks Mo Riati was also looking for a safe refuge. What they found, I am afraid they would not give up easily.

These people are their obstacles and their reliance.

Now that the mutants have arrived, these people are no longer important, but must be evacuated immediately.

Touching his chin for a moment, Moriarty looked up at Moran with a solemn expression, "How many people do you think will listen to me if I let them go out to see aliens now?"

There was a moment of helplessness on Moran's face, but he shook his head after all.

Moriarty pursed his lips, rolled his eyes, and immediately had an idea.

"Go and inform the people upstairs, and leave this to me."

After pushing Moran, Moriarty leaned on the edge of the chair and jumped onto the table covered with snow-white tablecloth. Moriarty picked up a silver spoon and tapped the wine glass in his hand, with an exaggerated look on his face. He smiled and said, "Everyone! I have a very important announcement to make!"

Everyone looked up at him, including Sherlock with veins on his forehead, Watson with a speechless face, and Sheldon who chattered endlessly.

Moriarty smiled and stretched out his arms, like the best actor in a song and dance theater, with a chant in his voice: "Today, we gather here with respect for Mr. Holmes and best wishes for Mr. Lestrade. Here, today is their happiest day, but I think everyone can't wait to meet the two newcomers, right?"

People let out friendly laughter and sent their best wishes on this destined to be warm day.

Moriarty clapped his hands: "Unfortunately, the two of you have business to do now." His tone paused, and an inscrutable smile appeared on his face, which brightened in the next second, "However, I Think we might have another good news."

Facing everyone's puzzled eyes, Moriarty said loudly:

"Little Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson have also decided to make their love and marriage on this auspicious day! Why don't we find a spacious place to listen to their love vows?!"

☆、116·Isabella

Sherlock, who was dragged into the water for no reason, was obviously unwilling, and Dr. Watson, who was standing beside him, blushed even more.But Sherlock didn't make a similar objection—in fact, he really wanted to do that—but slowly took Dr. Watson's hand, and amidst the exclamation of everyone, he turned his head to look at Watson, Whispered: "John, I think we need to cooperate."

"Cooperate with what?!" The good doctor was obviously irritated, and now he, who had always been kind and good-tempered, wanted to shoot that little bastard in the head who was still standing on the table.

Sherlock had Watson's familiar smirk on his face, and his lips moved: "I know Moriarty is going crazy-he often goes crazy-but this time the reason for his going crazy is obviously related to the danger we are about to face , "Speaking, Sherlock nodded towards the people around who surprised or blessed them, and the voice kept saying, "We need to take them out."

The original plan was to let everything be settled outside, and Holmes Manor would become the best refuge for these people.

But now, the mutants have no scruples, they don't care about the lives of ordinary people getting involved.Although the good doctor couldn't understand this from Moriarty's somewhat annoying language, he had already understood Sherlock's meaning after being with Sherlock for a very long time.

Trying to suppress his emotions, he forced a smile.

Sheldon, who stood beside them and heard the conversation completely, blinked. His body was slightly taller than Sherlock's so that he could clearly see all the small movements of Sherlock and Watson.

Clearly, Gellert and Jim were hiding something from him, something Sherlock said was dangerous.Sheldon doesn't like to care too much about other people's feelings, but his smart head tells him that it's best to stay with Gellert for now.

So Sheldon, who was still chattering to teach Sherlock the "Klingon language" just now, squeezed out the crowd silently and walked upstairs quickly.

Moriarty saw all this clearly, he smiled and knocked on the cup again: "Hey, big detective, can we act now?"

Sherlock smiled and nodded: "Of course."

This kind of smile usually doesn't appear on Sherlock's face. What he is good at is showing a mocking smile to the stupid goldfish, and curling the corners of his mouth proudly after solving the problem, instead of the obvious expression with false information now.

But it's not that important, is it?Having achieved his goal, Moriarty jumped off the table and happily left the hall with everyone.

But when he walked out, he saw a woman with short blonde hair in a pink dress.Jasmine wanted to vaguely remember this face. After thinking for a moment, he made a dazed expression and walked over to the lady. Moriarty smiled and said as he walked, "Nice to meet you, Ms. Mary. "

The woman glanced at him, her gray-blue eyes were slightly puzzled, but she still held out her hand kindly: "Hello, sir, maybe we've met before?"

Moria held her hand, clearly feeling the calluses on the tip of the woman's index finger, and said with a smile: "I saw you in the restaurant where Dr. Watson proposed to you, dear Mary. Seeing the woman's complexion change slightly, Moriarty continued with a smile, "Or, dear Isabella, it's really rare to see you come back to this banquet."

Isabel, who had lived under the pseudonym Mary for five years, was completely blackened.She withdrew her hand, trying to stay away from Moriarty: "Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about, goodbye."

"If you want to kill the big detective, I think today is your last chance, my dear lady, after today, the big detective will be surrounded by his control freak brother's protection again, and then you will never have Opportunity to strike." Seeing Isabella's footsteps pause, Moriarty approached with a smile, then tugged at the lady's arm, "Introduce myself again, I'm Jim Moriarty, I can provide you with a lot of help you need, as long as you are willing to pay the corresponding price."

Isabella's expression has calmed down at this moment, she looked at Moriarty, her expression was as cold as ice and snow: "I've heard about you, Mr. Moriarty, you are a great person."

Moriarty tilted his head, looked at the approaching door, and said, "You can call me Little Jim, dear."

Isabella didn't respond to him, but turned her eyes back to the man with golden brown hair in front: "I thought you were their friend."

"Yes, I am, and I'm probably the last person in the world who doesn't want Sherlock to die," Moriarty said, narrowing his eyes with a smile, "but I want to see Dr. Watson's reaction, Oh, Little John must have been fun back then."

Isabella frowned: "Aren't you afraid that I'll kill Holmes directly?"

"No, you can't kill him, no one can kill him."

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Already standing in the open space outside, you can easily see far away from here.Sherlock looked helpless, but soon, Mrs. Hudson saved him.

There was a stack of telegrams stuffed in his hand, oh, of course these telegrams were from those who couldn't come to congratulate Mycroft, but this could also delay Sherlock for some time.

"What should I do?" Sherlock shook the telegram in his hand.

"Read it, Sherlock, remember not to be sarcastic." Watson gave the most direct and correct guidance.

Sherlock didn't think it was difficult, so he picked up the first one, read the words on it: "Dear Mike, I'm sorry I can't go to the engagement ceremony, I believe your wife must be a Bit..." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "A handsome man? Oh, Gott of Wales, I believe this person will hurt Mycroft's blacklist."

The people below thought that Sherlock was joking, but Watson knew it was definitely not a joke, so he smiled, but said word by word: "Don't be sarcastic, Sherlock, I said it before."

"Well," Sherlock began to try to read only the telegram, but his head, which seemed to be very difficult, "dear Mycroft, congratulations on your engagement, Maggie. Dear Mr. Holmes, I hope you have a wonderful process... ..." While reading, Sherlock became bored, so he began to throw away one by one, and only read out the more important words in it. "Bless you. Hope you are happy. Surprised you can get married..."

The laughter below started to grow louder, not only because of these seemingly beautiful wishes, but also because of Sherlock's narration without distraction.

However, Sherlock's hand froze on a telegram.

Pulling out the one, he looked at the inscription, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then read out in her low voice like a cello: "It's a pleasure to see that you can have another happy marriage, dear Mycroft, this is really a very happy marriage." Good news. Unfortunately, your holiday will not last long, perhaps I might consider sending you to Scotland for a few days? Take your partner and enjoy life. Your dear, Margaret."

This name made people silent for a moment, and then many people exclaimed.

Margaret, the newly appointed queen, married from Norway, is now the woman who holds the highest power in the British Empire.

This telegram clearly showed the lady's trust in Mycroft, and Sherlock rarely responded with a mocking expression. For the sake of his dear brother's future, Sherlock was silent for a rare time.

This was the last telegram, and Sherlock read it and put it aside.He raised his head, looked at the still quiet second floor, and exhaled softly.

Well, maybe that doesn't fool a lot of people, it looks like he has to do something.Sherlock took Watson's hand again: "Today is my brother's engagement ceremony, in fact, I am also surprised that he can have an engagement day." His tone paused, "Maybe his disappearance for too long made me To have the opportunity to enjoy this time, to the man by my side, my partner, John Watson."

Watson didn't speak, just smiled faintly.

"I am not a person who is easy to get close to, or rather, I have many problems. I am withdrawn, proud, conceited, annoying..."

"Sherlock." Peanut didn't like how he described himself, and whispered something trying to interrupt Sherlock.

But Sherlock didn't intend to stop. He didn't prepare anything for today's event. If he knew that there would be this "program", the detective might choose to prepare some materials in advance, or find something from the Internet.But even so, the language that the great detective pieced together after abandoning those gorgeous rhetoric is still infectious.

The dark curly-haired man blinked his amber blue-green eyes and said in a low voice, "Probably the luckiest thing I've ever had was a roommate who helped me solve a lot of cases and started a stupid-looking blog ...The stupidity here is just a modal particle," Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth, "All of this seems unbelievable, John is undoubtedly one of the most important people in my life, I was infinitely close to death, but I am willing to He renounced his peaceful sleep and waited for the day when he could sleep with him."

Watson had never heard Sherlock say these words. For a moment, the good doctor forgot that he was just trying to divert the attention of those mutants. He was simply moved by these.

Therefore, the good doctor gave Sherlock a hug. In front of everyone, you must know that the good doctor could not do this before.

"I still have something to say..." Sherlock muttered.

Watson whispered in his ear: "Don't move, let me hug you, just for a while."

Moriarty, who was standing in the audience, wrinkled his nose, obviously not liking the two people's show of affection.So he turned his head, looked at Isabella beside him, and smiled faintly: "Maybe, would you like to talk about your relationship with the good doctor?"

☆、117·Flying House Travel Notes

Isabella doesn't like to reveal her information to others, it will show flaws.For her, her current identity and background are all false. She embezzled everything about the Miss Mary who died five years ago, so that she could withdraw from that dark world and be cleared.

But now, she seemed to have some desire to confide, even though she was standing by a more dangerous and unpredictable figure.

"He is a gentleman, really," Isabella's eyes were still fixed on Watson, with persistence, "I settled in London a year ago, and my goal was to be in Australia, but John is my The reason to stay here. He is gentle, kind, and firm, and he is like my longing for a peaceful world."

Moriarty muttered, "Australia is not fun at all, the kangaroos there can beat people."

Isabella ignored this sentence, but continued: "I will not give up, John is very important to me, and I will not hesitate at any price."

Moriarty didn't understand this kind of stubbornness, just like he didn't understand why an outstanding Isabella would choose to become an ordinary little nurse.In Moriarty's mind, everyone has his specialties. Moran's marksmanship is top-notch, so he is destined to be accompanied by a gun. He likes to help people (?), so he can use this to become the dark emperor.

This blond woman has a beautiful art of killing skills, and being a killer is her most valuable path, not running around in the clinic every day for a few leaflets on the phone.

But Moriarty did not say this, it was Isabella's choice, and Moriarty was unwilling to interfere.He just smiled and narrowed his eyes: "But I think the good doctor enjoys life now. You know, he is obviously much more refreshed when he is with the big detective than with you. God, he grew a beard It's like being 20 years older."

Isabella had a rare complaining expression on her face after hearing this: "I told him to shave it off, but she is always disobedient."

Moriarty shrugged: "It seems that the big detective is more important than you."

"So what?" Isabella narrowed her eyes, and this gentle woman showed her indifferent side for the first time, like a sharp knife drawn out of its sheath.

Moriarty folded his arms, interested.In fact, he doesn't believe that Isabella will kill Sherlock, so he is willing to make trouble for the big detective.

Making trouble for Sherlock was Moriarty's favorite thing to do.

"It looks like you don't need my help, Isabella, I can only wish you luck." Nodding to Isabella, Moriarty walked forward.

Because he saw that Moran was already waving at him.

Isabella watched him leave, while she retreated slowly, hiding behind the crowd.

Only Sherlock's voice can be heard inside the fenced-in farm.At this time, Sherlock had already started to talk about the cases he and Watson had solved. The people at the scene were obviously lucky. These cases were not published by Watson on the blog for various reasons.When Sherlock mentioned this, it was obviously very