[Comprehensive] Looking for a male god system experiencer

After the Ku incident, Moriarty and I finally had a moment of peace, and we didn't receive any calls from John, Sherlock, or Mycroft for at least three days.

But people are always a bit bad, they always like to think wildly when they are free.

Just like I am now, I am still thinking wildly.

The amiability Moriarty has shown these days is simply outrageous, and it always gives me a sense of tension in the calm before the storm. For this reason, I have repeatedly asked if he is doing some role-playing or has multiple personalities.

After Moriarty patiently answered the questions I asked the first two times, he turned around and left.I was left scratching my head in place, leaving behind a breeze-like figure.

But in the past three days, I can feel that the relationship between the two of us has become much more friendly. At least we can watch movies together in his private theater. Although I want to watch "Iron Man", he wants to watch "City Lights", In the end, of course, I chose to give in, because... I am under the fence!

The moment Moriarty saw Chaplin appear, he was no longer the frightening Moriarty.He's like any normal big boy, with a bottle of Coke, a bucket of popcorn, and all he can do is concentrate.

When he was laughing out loud, I was peeking at him with my chin in my hand, and I was secretly surprised that this kind of top criminal who even the British government can't do anything about it can laugh like this.I don't know if my eyes are too naked or he is extremely vigilant, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and twisted my head like a screen, forcing my eyes to look away from his face.

Moriarty loved Chaplin, Marlon Brando, and Al Pacino.

In the past three days, he spent most of his time watching the "Godfather" trilogy in a private theater, turning over and over again, fast forwarding, or rewinding, which made me almost think that he was going to work in the film industry and study the storyboard of the film What about composition?But I personally think that if Moriarty turns to directing, he must love the aesthetics of violence.But these are jokes.

A strong voice inside me told me that Moriarty aspired to be like the Godfather.

However, no matter how you look at it, Napoleon in the criminal world has nothing to do with the two generations of godfathers.

The last time we had a disagreement on film selection was about two romantic movies. I asked him what he wanted to watch, and he actually wanted to watch "Modern Love Story". Would have been partial to Scent of a Woman, but then I figured it might be because the lieutenant colonel in the film resembles him in some way, a kind of paranoid madness.So he chose a movie from the perspective of an ordinary man who can no longer be ordinary.

This time, I really couldn't hold back, I swallowed the popcorn in my mouth and asked, "Do you want this kind of love? Plain and simple?"

When Moriarty heard my question, he didn't stop playing with the remote control, but sped up the speed. In the dark, I couldn't see his expression clearly. I could only see his extraordinarily bright eyes. He smiled. With a soft voice: "Do you still believe in love? MyLove?"

I shrugged my shoulders indifferently, and said frankly: "Believe it, I am still a girl, and I have not been hurt by love. Why don't you believe it."

Moriarty let out a sneer in the darkness: "Love is the most useless thing, and only you are the most worthy of relying on." The tone of his words when he said this seemed lonely and lonely, and an inexplicable heartache made him I want to be near him.

So I lifted my butt and moved a few inches like him.

The air froze for a moment...

Seeing that he didn't speak, I continued to move...

The air continues to freeze...

Then I move...

"If you move any more, you're going to sit on me, Z." In the darkness, Moriarty suddenly uttered a hoarse voice, which startled me.

I scratched my forehead with a guilty conscience, and said awkwardly: "Hahaha, it's easier to chat if you get closer. I won't move, I won't move."

He continued to be silent.

I had to find something to talk about, so I said, "You just said that only you are worth relying on?"

Moriarty didn't say yes or no, but said it was his style: "It's my style."

"Maybe it's because you haven't realized how good I am." Regarding his steadfastness, I expressed my dissatisfaction and kicked him out.

Moriarty looked at my face full of righteous indignation under the light of the movie, and couldn't help laughing. Even though the room was dark, I still felt his white teeth glowing. He asked, "Are you confessing your love? Just recommending yourself?"

When I heard this, my face flushed, my eyes wandered, and I met his eyes without warning. My cheeks were hot, and I quickly changed the topic, covered my face and looked away: "No, I just want to say , I want to see Hugh Grant's "Nottingham"..."

Just at the moment of silence, Mr. System is a rare patron, coupled with the increasingly round face of the researcher Xiao Zhang, I feel an unprecedented visual impact.

Sure enough, the system has made my vision extremely picky, but Xiao Zhang has not been so fat a few days ago. He used to be a barrel, but now, he is probably a vat.

Xiao Zhang showed a mouthful of crooked teeth, and said with a sneer, "Mr. Gu, the system will be shut down for four more days. Tomorrow is the countdown. If there is anything left to do, what to do, what you want to do and what you dare not do, you can do it by any means. I'm here to let you know, I still have a takeaway to pick up, see you soon."

I didn't even have time to scold him, he cut off the communication with a sound of Biu, and the world returned to normal...

And, wait a minute, what to do, want to do and dare not do?Buy male public relations or overlord insist on the bow?

Thinking of this, my peripheral vision involuntarily landed on Moriarty, I quickly shivered, shook my head, forget it, forget it this time...

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Sherlock 17

It is said that things are only three days, and this year has been extended to a good day, which is only three days.

The fourth day had just begun when I was woken up by Moriarty's knock on the door, and I had to get up reluctantly.

There are only four days of difficult days, and I have to treat them positively!

This feeling is like the last few days of the countdown to the college entrance examination. Everyone is full of enthusiasm. I still remember the last few days of my college entrance examination. Even if I woke up at four in the morning, I had no complaints. The teachers were pleasing to the eye, and so were the classmates.

I scooped up a handful of water and washed my face without any makeup. It’s not that I don’t want to wear makeup, but I really don’t have one and I’m too lazy to buy it. Fortunately, Moriarty is a gay straight man, and the skin care products in his room are really eye-catching. .

But if you want to enter his room, you still have to ask for his consent, otherwise, Baobuqi will see some nude pictures of beautiful men.

He had already had breakfast, and there were only servants standing by in the dining room.I glanced at his plate, it looked good and balanced.

"Where's Jim?" I asked the servant behind me as I rolled the bacon into the lettuce.

"The boss is in the living room. He said you should go find him after eating." The servant behind her is a 30-year-old black-haired woman with typical Mediterranean traits. Although her dark complexion is not as good as Nicole Kidman's It is as cold and white as snow, but it is still a few degrees whiter than Asians like me, with a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, which has a bit of Monica Bellucci's charm.

"Okay, thank you." I smiled and thanked.

Moriarty's men, even if they are seemingly ordinary servants, will also turn into murderous executioners.

After cleaning up a plate of English breakfast, my eyes were glued to a plate of oysters again. I hesitated again and again, but I still poured a glass of martini for me like this aunt who looks like Monica Bellucci, and then I was happy Carrying a tray like walking towards the living room.

When I was about to invite Moriarty to taste this wonderful combination, the name stuck in my throat immediately changed to: "Good Morning, gentlemen" when I saw two other acquaintances in the living room

Only Mycroft gave me face and nodded friendly: "Good Morning, Z."

And Sherlock and Moriarty just glanced at it briefly, and then turned their attention to the notebook on the coffee table.

The biggest advantage of me is that when I should be thick-skinned, I will never have any small emotions such as embarrassment. I bypassed Sherlock and Moriarty and sat next to McCoff. After putting the tray away, I was very generous. Said: "Do you want to have a taste?"

A perfunctory smile formed on McCoff's ruddy face, and he politely refused: "Thank you, but I've already had breakfast."

Hearing what Mycroft said, Sherlock looked away from the computer screen, glanced quickly, his voice was so loud that everyone present could hear it clearly: "Oh, come on, you're just losing weight. Hmm... 3 pounds?"

Mycroft's chest was obviously rising and falling. He lowered his voice, raised his chin not to be outdone, squeezed out a smile, and corrected: "Nope, I'm in good shape, and even lost a pound, MyBrother."

Sherlock didn't even look up, "congratulations?"

"Is there something wrong?" I took a sip of the martini, paired with the oyster in my mouth, a great sense of pleasure made my tongue soft.

Mycroft crossed his legs, put his hands on the armrests on both sides, and said: "The latest intercepted news is that the launch time of the nuclear weapons has been set for two days, but there is no sender's address."

"What about the recipient?"

Mycroft shook his head, a little weak: "The scope is too scattered."

At this time, Moriarty, who was immersed in deciphering the encrypted address, inserted