The sound is not very clear, but it can still be distinguished.At this moment, Moran in the picture took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.Moriarty narrowed his eyes, firmly memorizing the string of numbers in his heart, and then he heard Moran's voice.

"Anthea, I need to know my experience on the battlefield, yes, I want to know, I am sorry for refusing treatment before, but now I think I need that memory."

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[There is only Sherlock who is boring: Watson found a good job, he said, "she" is very good]

-Comment:

-Harry is not Harry: Yo, my brother's psycho roommate is jealous?

-Female doctor Jasmine: I think maybe the good doctor doesn't like Mr. Lagrange stolen from the refrigerator, Sherlock, you need to return him, I can't help you hide it for long

- Sherlock is boring: no, he is mine, I need to know the color of frozen skin after death, this is a rigorous experiment

-Watson, Baker Street: (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ I never knew experiments required putting heads and panna cotta in the same freezer!

-Harry is not Harry: ...brother, run, you met such a strange guy!

- Sherlock is boring: Again, I'm a high functioning sociopath

- Inspector Lestrade: Sherlock, you need to correct your idiosyncrasies

- Sherlock is boring: ok rog, i know what to do

-Inspector Lestrade: Again, my name is Greg not Roger!

☆、Pillows and candles

Anthea, what a disgusting name.

Moriarty curled his legs up on the soft sofa, tilted his head and looked at the man on the screen.Moran looked a little irritable, and an inexplicable agitation appeared on his usual indifferent face.Although they hadn't been together for long, Moriarty was pretty sure he'd gained enough of a place in Moran's heart—it was never a problem for little Jim—but it wasn't enough, not nearly enough.

He called Moran "Captain", and he hinted again and again that this man had forgotten and abandoned him. Even if Moriarty didn't cry like a little girl, Moran would have noticed it.Now, when the boss behind Moran finally started to think of threatening him, Moran finally started to worry about whether he and Moriarty had a past.

This efficiency obviously made Moriarty unhappy, but it was not too late.

Seeing that the man had already taken the windbreaker and went out, Moriarty quickly turned off the phone, and then neatly threw himself onto the sofa without moving.Apparently Moran had just seen him enter Rocky's house, and was now on his way to find him, living close was the downside.

But after waiting for a long time, the expected knock on the door did not ring, which made Moriarty feel annoyed, and began to regret why he believed that wooden guy would come to him.While Moriarty was thinking about which piece of Moran's skin would be suitable for a shoe, there was a knock on the stairwell door.

Moriarty was not in the mood to open the door, and still stubbornly rubbed himself against the sofa, but immediately, Moriarty heard the sound of the door being turned open.

"Mr. Captain, your behavior is disgraceful." Moriarty muttered when he heard footsteps stop behind him, and instead of turning his head, he shrank his head into the pillow.

Moran was obviously very sorry for breaking into Loki's house without permission. This is an upright man, but the thought of seeing Moriarty just went to his head.He knelt on one knee on the soft carpet, and gently held Moriarty's shoulder with his hand, trying to make the black-haired man face him, but Moriarty shrank his neck stubbornly, turning his head slightly. nothing.

If it's someone else, what I need to do now is probably to say a bunch of promises or sweet words to let my lover put down the quarrel and let the two reconcile as before.But for Moran, he has never had a woman, or a man, which means that he has not experienced being unable to withdraw from a relationship.Moriarty was the first man to stay at his home, and it was also the closest relationship to love. Just like a boy who had just touched the forbidden fruit of love, Captain Moran was a little at a loss at the moment, holding back for a long time, he He only said two dry words: "Sorry."

Even though Moriarty had fully seen Moran's clumsy tongue, he still felt powerless at this moment.He twisted and sat up, staring at the blond man in front of him with brown-black eyes.The man was half kneeling lower than Moriarty, with his head raised, his eyes were as blue as the sea, always clear and loyal, and every time he stared at him, Moriarty felt inexplicably at a loss.

A person who gives himself to darkness always loathes the light, they are afraid and long to destroy.

Moriarty stretched out his hand and gently covered Moran's eyes: "Don't look at me like that, I will try to gouge your eyes out."

Moran blinked, his eyelashes felt soft when they touched Moriarty's palm.Moran reached out and attached his hand to the back of Moriarty's hand, then pulled it off, and those blue eyes reappeared in front of Moriarty.The man's voice was low and disturbed: "I'm sorry, Jim, anyway."

"Do you really know what I'm angry about?" Moriarty let the man's warm hands grasp his cold fingertips, tilted his head, with an aggrieved expression on his face.

Moran was quiet for a while, as if he was organizing his words, but in the end the two words came out of his mouth: "Sorry."

Moriarty pursed his lips, and as he called Anthea, who was obviously a woman, Moriarty thought that Moran had already guessed what he was angry with, but he didn't want to talk about it in his own eyes. It is frank in front of him that apart from the fact that he is indeed an idiot, I am afraid that there are some reasons that he does not know.

For a captain to forget what should have been a badge of honor after leaving the field with a serious injury is amazing in itself.But Moriarty's goal has been achieved, Mycroft, there is no doubt that this is enough. Although little Jim is narrow-minded, he doesn't want to abandon Moran, a good lover with him.

Thinking of this, Moriarty straightened his arms and threw himself directly into Moran's arms.Moran didn't think about this kind of development, and just subconsciously caught Moriarty, but the sudden development also made him lose his balance and sit directly on the carpet.

"You make me angry, dear Sebastian, but I think we need to go back and fix it," Moriarty reminded Moran in a good mood, "Rocky Cookie has a bad temper, we If he wakes up, he might not be able to get out of this door."

Apparently, for Moran who broke into the private house, staying here also made him a little at a loss, so he simply stood up with Moriarty in his arms, without letting his self-willed and cunning little lover stand on the ground at all. Stride down the stairs to leave 222B Baker Street.

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Given that it was just across the street, the time spent being hugged by the blond man did not exceed 10 minutes.However, Little Jim obviously enjoyed it. It was the first time he was being hugged and dangled. He kept a decent smile: "What is this?"

Moran put Moriarty on the sofa, and stuffed the bear pillow into the man's arms along the way: "This is an apology gift, suggested by Mr. Holmes, and he said you would like it."

"Who?" Little Jim obviously didn't expect to hear this surname from Moran's mouth. Does the boss care about how his subordinates make his lover happy?

"Mr. Holmes across the street. I met him. He could tell at a glance that you were angry with me, so he suggested that I buy a candle for you. He said you would like it."

Moriarty finally found out why Moran hadn't knocked on the door after leaving home, probably because of this thing.Moriarty held the candle up, trying to hide the slight twitch in the corner of his eye.

The narrow-minded detective probably knew that he was the one who advised Dr. Watson to find a job, so he asked Moran to buy a candle to light for himself...

Little Jim, who was also narrow-minded, put the candle aside depressedly, with a happy look on his face, but he was gnashing his teeth in his heart.The little bear on the pillow in his arms was still smiling heartlessly. The black-haired man threw the pillow aside angrily, and bit his nails nervously after Moran walked into the kitchen.

John Watson is an ordinary person, and Sherlock who fell in love with him is doomed to fall from the altar.

Just wait, big detective, I have plenty of time to play with you.

☆, candy and strawberry flavor

Ever since he was kidnapped by the circus troupe who didn't know where he came from last time, Watson has apologized to Sally in his heart, but fortunately, although they failed to become boyfriend and girlfriend in the end, their relationship is still good.

When he sent Sally home, the beautiful lady pressed a kiss on his face, shallow, the intimacy and alienation of a friend.

Watson has always been looking forward to having a family. In fact, for him, after experiencing the bloody fighting on the battlefield, he always longed to have a wife and family of his own.Sally is a gentle and kind woman. If it weren't for that strange circus, Watson would have insisted on marrying her.But there are some things that cannot be forced. After leaving Sally, Watson still has to go back to Baker Street to find his companions, and then join them in an endlessly dangerous and exciting future.

But when passing the intersection, Watson saw Moriarty who was out for a walk with Moran.Moran was wearing a black windbreaker as always, outlining a strong and slender figure. His blond hair and blue eyes made him conspicuous enough.Moriarty, on the other hand, uncharacteristically took off his formal clothes and only put on a casual waistcoat. He shoved his hands into Moran's coat pocket without hesitation, and clasped the man's fingertips tightly.

Watson was stunned. Not long ago, he saw Moriarty standing in front of Loki's house in pajamas and hugging a cushion. He thought that the two were a couple, but now it seemed that he might have something wrong. Mistake.

"Hi, Dr. Watson." Moriarty saw Watson sharply, and waved his hands with a smile.

There was a gentle smile on Watson's face. Although the man with golden brown hair was not tall and not handsome enough, he was always gentle and kind, and it was easy to win people's favor.He approached the two men and said, "Good afternoon, Jim, Mr. Moran."

Moran nodded at Watson, maintaining proper etiquette and distance, while Moriarty, who knew him very well, smiled at Watson, then took out a candy from his pocket and put it in Watson's hand: "Okay Doctor, for you."

Watson was a little surprised. When the British exchanged gifts, they would always choose beautifully packaged items and choose a formal festival or occasion. However, Watson did not receive candy after the age of ten.

Moran obviously saw that Watson was at a loss, and explained kindly: "Jim said that today is the third month of our relationship, and we need to celebrate."

Watson understood, and then showed an expression full of sincere blessings: "You seem to be a good match, congratulations."

Moriarty laughed heartlessly, lifted the bar and accepted Watson's congratulations calmly.But immediately, he seemed to remember something, and said: "I am very grateful to you, good doctor, but I will not give candy to your cohabitant, he is a bad guy, he taught my Sebastian badly, I do not like him."

Watson's face was a little embarrassed, but he obviously also remembered the last time they went home after finishing a case together, Sherlock taught Moran to buy candles.Watson didn't dislike Moriarty's bluntness. After all, he couldn't ask everyone to like Sherlock, and Sherlock was indeed a bit unlikable.

"However, I can give him this." After speaking, Moriarty took out another gadget from his pocket and put it in Watson's hands. Watson looked down, his eyes twitching slightly.

The pink belt, the outline of the contents can be seen just by looking at it with the eyes, and Watson also likes this brand, so he immediately recognized this as... a condom...

"Strawberry flavored, I like strawberry." Moriarty tilted his head and smiled, looking innocent and harmless.

Moran obviously felt that this was a bit impolite, but he was dragged forward by Moriarty just before he could speak, and Watson could vaguely hear Moriarty's voice with some unique endings: "That's very good, but I believe that the big detective will not be needed, he is a virgin at all. I like strawberries, hey, you like them too, don't try to lie to me, if you dare to say no tonight I will..." The voice became more and more The farther you go, the more you can't really hear it.

Watson touched his forehead helplessly. It's better not to let Sherlock see this, otherwise the narrow-minded Sherlock will find trouble in a different way.

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Moriarty's current life is leisurely and comfortable. Except for one more thing that he needs to accompany Moran to see a psychiatrist on a regular basis, he is basically living a good life like an old man.

Moran's case, Moriarty, had already got a copy. It seems that his captain was only injured in the back by the bomb fragments, and his brain was not blown up—of course his brain has not been working well— So the inability to remember can only be a psychological problem, caused by the stimulation.

The candidate for the psychiatrist was appointed by Mycroft, and Moran didn't think it mattered, but Moriarty was very unhappy.

"I don't like that psychiatrist, she's always staring at you." Coming out of the clinic, Moriarty pouted, looking a little unhappy, kicking the shoes on his feet.

Moran was a little bit dumbfounded. After being together for more than three months, he also roughly estimated some of Moriarty's temper.He is petty, awkward, and likes to lose his temper, but he will not lose his temper for more than one night. Little Jim always has good self-regulation ability, and Moran is always willing to follow his temper.

Moriarty looked up into Moran's blue eyes, and said, "But my boyfriend is so good-looking, as long as he is not blind, he will stare at you."

Moran pursed his lips and swallowed the explanation he just organized.Look, his little Jim is just so... understanding.

Moriarty seemed amused by his own opinion, and smiled to himself: "But you are mine, that's great."

Moran held Moriarty's hand tightly, and there were some traces of relief on his always serious face: "I will change to a psychiatrist, um, a man."

"No, that's it. What if you come here with a cute cookie doctor?" Moriarty wrinkled his nose, "This doctor is so ugly, so I don't worry. But she keeps staring at you." Look, I don't like it."

Then things went round and round and back to the original point, but Moran seemed to have gotten used to some unnutritious conversations when he and Moriarty were together, and he was calmly thinking about what to eat for dinner.Little Jim's mouth has been fed by Moran, but for Moran, it is also a lot of fun to let Little Jim eat something delicious.

Before returning home, Moriarty and Moran separated.Regarding Moran's occasional departure, Moriarty didn't ask too much, and Moran also gave enough respect for the privacy that Moriarty wanted.After exchanging a kiss, Moran whispered, "Come back early."

"I just went to school to see my group of unsatisfactory students. I will come back to eat after class." Moriarty mischievously bit the man. He didn't use any strength, but licked his soft lips with his tongue. After licking, he turned and left without looking at Moran's face.

His Sebastian wouldn't resent his little pranks, his lover had the best temper.

Turning a corner, Moriarty opened the door of the car and got in. Parker drove the car away from the follower and stopped in front of a small alley.

Moriarty opened the car door, walked down, and took out his sunglasses to cover his beautiful brown-black eyes.After taking a piece of chewing gum and chewing it in his mouth, Moriarty turned to look at Parker and asked, "Where's the person?"

"It's inside, Boss, I listened to you and didn't tie her up."

"Good job." Moriarty patted Parker on the shoulder, opened the door and walked in.

In the dark warehouse, there were high and low weeping sounds. Moriarty hummed an unknown tune and walked slowly inside. In the light cast from the only small window, there was a man in reddish-brown clothes. The woman in the windbreaker was crying miserably. The woman was in the light, and her eyes adapted to the light could not see Moriarty in the dark, but she could hear footsteps.The woman screamed in horror when she saw Moriarty's shoes, but was speechless.

Moriarty took off his sunglasses, put his index finger up to his lips, and made a "shut up" gesture with a smile: "Shh, Ma'am, I asked you to do me a favor, as long as you cooperate I won't do anything to you."

The woman couldn't see the gestures clearly, but she could hear the sound. She tried to cover her mouth to stop crying, and then asked with a choked voice, "You...what are you going to do..."

"I like your cooperation, Ma'am, it can make us all more relaxed." Moriarty tugged at the corners of his mouth, pulling out a nervous smile where the woman couldn't see.He waved his hand, and Parker stepped forward and took out a black vest to put on the woman.After the woman made a living, she heard the sound of the pistol being pulled.

She was taken aback for a moment, and then the woman immediately stopped all movements and stood there in a daze, and then she saw clearly what was on the vest.

It's bombs, one after the other, flashing red light that sends chills down your spine.

Moriarty dangled the gun in his hand, chewed gum, and smiled happily like a child, but there was unspeakable excitement clearly in those eyes: "Little Parker, don't hurt our good lady, we But I need her to help me pass a message to the great detective~"

☆、25 Jim's Soap Opera

When Moriarty returned to Moran's house, it was already nightfall.The dark-haired man walked into the door with an obvious smile, and a black keychain was turning on his fingers, making a metallic sound.

"You look happy." Moran put the hot pot on the cotton pad on the table, looked up at Moriarty, and then took off his thick oven mitts.The man with the always stern face unexpectedly didn't hate doing housework, which directly improved the life of Moriarty, who was not working hard.

Thinking of everything that was going to happen, Moriarty nodded with a smile, and without taking off his coat, he went directly to Moran and gave him a big hug.Moran was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously hugged his lover back, and was pushed away by the other party.Moriarty looked at the apron on Moran with some distaste: "You should throw this away, little broken flower, I don't like it."

Moran blinked, and without asking why, he took off the apron and put it in the trash can without hesitation.

Moriarty snorted, liking that Moran didn't question him, but he still had the look of "I've been wronged and you're guilty" on his face.Moran was doomed to lose his temper when facing Little Jim. Mr. Captain, who was all-powerful on the battlefield at the beginning, had been stunned by love, and all his emotions changed with the short man in front of him, and he was even at a loss.

During dinner, the two of them were not very talkative. Moran almost strictly abided by certain customary rules, and Moriarty was also very religious in dealing with food. Perhaps it was because he was afraid of being hungry when he was a child. He always likes to eat, his mouth is already occupied by one kind of action, so he will not delusional to do another kind.

But today, Moriarty seemed a little excited. He swallowed the mushroom soup in his mouth. He looked at Moran with a smile on his chin and asked, "Dear Sebastian, do you like me?"

Moran's blue eyes blinked, and there was no emotion on Qingjun's face: "I like it."

This answer was too peaceful, so peaceful that Moriarty felt a little frustrated.The black-haired man picked up the fork and poked the back of the blond-haired man's hand: "You should think about it, and then I got angry when I saw you hesitate, and had a big fight with you, and then I left here and disappeared for several days, you will find Me, coax me, and we're back together."

Moran looked down at Moriarty's fork on the back of his hand, and suddenly he used his fork to pierce a piece of cut beef and stuffed it into Moriarty's mouth: "Jim, you should watch less soap operas. "

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Since he failed to engage in a "cold war" with Moran, Moriarty had no reason to leave the apartment.

Moriarty, who spent a lot of time trying to play games with the big detective, felt very unhappy, although he could ask the good lady to call Mr. Detective for him through text messages, and then set the time for the bomb explosion to let the detective Mr. and his doctor's assistant came to decipher together, but it's still very uncomfortable not to be able to see it with your own eyes.

This directly caused Moriarty to be in a very bad mood these days.

It wasn't until Moran left the house early in the morning two days later that Moriarty got a rare chance to be alone.Instead of getting up, he slowly turned over and lay down on the soft mattress, holding the phone in one hand and rubbing his overburdened waist with the other.

Little Jim likes to show his temper, and he also likes to watch Moran scramble, but in some things, he can't take advantage of the fact that he is very aggressive.

Enjoyment always has a price, but sometimes the price is a little bit high.Moriarty pouted and cracked his phone, complaining about Parker's anxious writing skills, and gave the next step.

"Boss, you asked me to pretend to be GAY and follow Jasmine to meet Mr. Holmes. It's too difficult to realize. I almost gave up QAQ"

"Little Parker~ How can I get a breakthrough if I don't exercise~"

'But you have to trim your eyebrows, apply lipstick, and stuff your vest into your panties QAQ I haven't seen many GAYs like this QAQ'

"Because in the hearts of our great detectives, this is the standard."

'Isn't he too? '

"The big detective still doesn't know what love is. Believe me, he hasn't even tried a kiss =v="

'……lame. '

Moriarty rolled on the bed with his mobile phone in his arms, noncommittal about Little Parker's evaluation of Sherlock.For him, emotion is just a tool to achieve the goal, dispensable, but for Sherlock, emotion is the enemy of reason, and it is not a good thing to indulge in it.

The great detective has already solved many puzzles, but little Jim hasn't figured out how to set up the biggest puzzle, but it must be fun.

At this time, the phone rang again.

'Boss, when I saw Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson was also there. He seemed to have had a fight with his girlfriend. '

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, suddenly excited.

He had a great idea, a very good idea.

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[Huoguang Parker: Lipstick is so annoying!Hairspray is disgusting!Eyebrow trimmers are so annoying!Eyebrow pencils are so annoying!Colored underwear|pants are also annoying!How on earth do women pack themselves! 】

-Comment:

-Little Jim: Hey, Little Parker, be patient~

-Natasha: LS, you saw you, did you send Jarvis a private message?

-Little Jim: =v= Yeah, I thought your brother finding announcement was pretty funny

- Thor the Hammer: I want my brother QAQ

- Cosmic Hero Stark: Get off my bar! ! !Take your sledgehammer away! ! !Don't lie down on my bar! ! !

- Natasha: Allah Allah

-Little Jim: Parker, go to work, or your salary will be deducted~

☆、26·Velvet Curtain

Moriarty lifted the quilt and slowly put on his pajamas.The silky touch of the satin felt good when it touched the skin, and the smell of the shower gel that belonged to the blond man still left on it made Moriarty smile unconsciously.He stepped on the soft wool carpet with bare feet, and picked up the sandwich on the table as he passed by.

After taking a bite, it was his favorite cheese taste.Nor did Moran forget to feed his baby Jim when he left.

Licking the corner of his mouth, Moriarty stretched out his hand and opened the velvet curtain with a smile, revealing a gap.

Looking out of the transparent and clean glass window, you can see 221B across the street. A man with golden brown hair is leaving in a taxi. If Moriarty is not wrong, he should be sent away by Sherlock handle state secrets.

Dr. Watson, a very good, very kind man.

Moriarty took the phone and pressed Parker's number.It didn't take long before the call was connected.

'BOSS. '

"Little Parker, I have something for you to do~" Moriarty sat on the windowsill with a smile, curled up with one knee, and looked at the black taxi going away from the window and said with a smile, "I want you to invite a guest , I want to see him, just tonight. By the way, his marksmanship is very good. If you are wounded by him, little Parker, don't use it to see me. You sink yourself into the Thames~ "

'Okay, boss. '

Moriarty liked Parker's obedience.

Holding the phone, Moriarty tapped on the window sill once with his slender white fingers, and then he opened the curtains with great interest, staring at the strange reflection on the crystal chandelier in the middle of the living room and swaying with a smile. He waved his hand, and quickly dialed a number on his phone.

This is a string of numbers he wrote down, the number that Moran had dialed in the surveillance camera.

'Hello. 'A very formulaic female voice came from the opposite side, which sounded calm and soft, but Moriarty thought that this lady might not have the slightest expression on her face.

He changed his posture, to be honest, sitting on the cold and hard window sill would easily numb his legs, so he sat down on the cushion he was holding directly under his buttocks, with a look of joy on his face And a beautiful smile: "Hello, Miss Anthea~ I want to talk to Mr. Holmes, please hurry up before I lose patience~"

Moriarty's unique tail sound is unique and beautiful even through the transmission of icy metal. The other side of the phone obviously paused for two seconds before continuing: 'Mr. Moriarty, I will help you transfer BOSS. '

At this moment, Mycroft, who was working, saw his little assistant walking in with a panicked expression.For him, Anthea was a capable and calm assistant. She knew how to keep some situations secret, and could also help Mycroft coordinate many matters. He had the meticulousness of a woman and the loyalty of his subordinates.But at the moment she was flustered like nothing Mycroft had ever seen before.

At the same time, the phone on Mycroft's desk rang, he frowned, and heard Anthea's voice: "Boss, it's Moriarty, I don't know where he got my number from. "

Mycroft raised his eyebrows. In fact, he was no stranger to Moriarty.Everyone in London would have his file, and Moriarty's file was judged to be five-star classified.This is a master criminal, yes, Mycroft will use the master to call Moriarty, he never does it himself, he obviously has the most brutal thoughts but is unwilling to dirty his hands like a serious clean freak .

Jim Moriarty, created chaos time and time again, and got out of the way time and time again. Not all the things he did were bad, but they were definitely not good either. He made suggestions for others and picked himself up clean, concealed like darkness of snakes.

After quickly filtering Moriarty's resume in his head, Mycroft calmly picked up the phone: "I'm Holmes."

"Your name is also Sherlock Holmes, and the great detective is also called Sherlock Holmes, what a coincidence." Moriarty said a cold joke slowly, then raised a bright smile and tilted his head towards the monitor on the crystal lamp, " I guess you're looking at me."

Mycroft did not answer. In fact, for a person with a strong desire for control, he wants to control everything. He needs to know everything that happened in Moran's house, and now, right in front of Mycroft Projected on the wall were dark-haired men sitting on the balcony with their bare calves, pulling the velvet curtains with one hand and smiling at them with a mobile phone in the other.

Moriarty didn't get angry when he didn't get a response, he held his chin and said, "I think, as your subordinate's lover, I need to establish a good relationship with his boss, since you have already started threatening me~ To be honest Yes, I just want to play a game with young Mr Holmes, he will like it."

Mycroft frowned subconsciously. As for the only security hole in the whole of Britain - Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft always tried his best to protect him in his own way, even if that person didn't appreciate it, And what Moriarty has done in the past few days obviously made Mycroft dissatisfied: "You have crossed the line, Mr. Moriarty, your game is unseemly and dangerous, and that will cause me trouble."

Moriarty pouted, as if he was dissatisfied with what Moriarty said. If it weren't for the coldness in those eyes, I'm afraid that innocent face would have deceived many people: "Do you like riddles?" No When Mycroft answered, Moriarty had already said to himself, "I like it, and I guess Sherlock likes it too. He is very happy when he solves the puzzles I give him. I appreciate his talent." , talent, so we can play together."

Mycroft sighed softly, his voice was very soft, and he would never pass it through the microphone, but Anthea could clearly see the helplessness on her boss's face when she stood by him.

Because what Moriarty said was not wrong, Sherlock liked, even enjoyed and obsessed with this dangerous game.

But that didn't mean Mycroft would indulge all this: "Balance, Mr. Moriarty, I think you know what I mean."

"Of course~ I guarantee that your lovely brother will not be hurt in the slightest~" Moriarty's ending sound was sticky and uncomfortable. Of course, this was the purpose of his call.

Moriarty was not happy when he thought that some of the "little exercises" he and Moran usually did would be completely seen by others.

Moriarty switched hands to pick up the phone: "We have always had a tacit understanding, dear Mike, I hope our tacit understanding will continue, your brother will be fine, and I will be fine." As he spoke, he bared at the monitor He grinned, and then pulled the velvet curtain vigorously, blocking all surveillance with the curtain.

Mycroft put down the phone and put his hands together on his chin. This is the thinking posture that Holmes likes to use. This almost pious posture makes them calm and calm.

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