Moriarty's big eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, his gaze almost greedily grabbed every part of Gu Qing's face, and some of them seemed to whisper: "My little boy, do you know? You're always surprising me by telling me how you know the identity of another villain. He didn't mind using Gu Qing's name for him at all, it was the first time someone called him that, it felt very novel.

Gu Qing turned his head to look at him: "So you know?" Don't put on that kind of aggrieved face, I just have a relationship. ”

Moriarty pouted: "Some kind of Cheng dù up, we know each other." Your turn. ”

Gu Qing didn't answer him immediately, he leaned back a little lazily and leaned back in his chair - at this time, there was no Mycroft to remind him to pay attention to etiquette, in fact, it was Sherlock who was usually reminded - his eyebrows moved: "So we are playing the game of "you ask me and answer" for the first time, and in my memory, we didn't play well that time. But for now, make do with it. ”

Last time they just came in for one round and then it went off.

Moriarty laughed, "Whatever you want, Patrick." ”

Gu Qing nodded, and accepted this answer that could not only answer the unsatisfactory game last time, but also ridicule him about making do with this game this time, after all, last time Moriarty was the host and he was a guest, but this time it was the other way around. Now it was his turn to answer Moriarty's question: "I'll admit he's a computer whiz, and it sounds a little strange that just one cyber hack caused the panic now, doesn't it?" But because of this, his code is more iconic, and it just so happens that I've tracked him before, in an add-on to a mission. ”

Moriarty didn't particularly care about how Gu Qing knew, it could probably be explained by #peers are enemies#, but he repeated Gu Qing's words meaningfully: "Additional tasks? Oh, sweetheart, are you still doing your "angel of mercy", is it fun? ”

"Is this a problem?" Gu Qing asked.

"Whatever you think, I said it, it's up to you." Moriarty spoke in a playful tone with his large, wet, innocent-looking eyes.

Gu Qing sighed, he really thought about this problem seriously. Moriarty's reference to the "Angel of Mercy" corresponds to what he has done before, that is, he puts himself above the law, punishing those who should have atone for their crimes but have escaped justice. Gu Qing is really familiar with this kind of thing, in the previous life, he had been doing it from beginning to end in a few lifetimes, but in this life, it seems that he was still a child for the first time to do this kind of thing - who made him wear it this time - it is quite shocking to say.

Let him look back at what his two older brothers were doing at the time, Mycroft was in Oxford, and Sherlock's detective career was already in its infancy, and he was often away from home at that time, running away all day. And Gu Qing didn't want to do anything when he was a child, but who let him still have the label of #luckyE#, if he didn't do anything, he would have fallen from the sky......

Moriarty's voice pulled him from the palace of thought into reality: "Sweetheart, do you need daddy to teach you to be a good master?" ”

Gu Qing said quickly with an expressionless face: "No need." Thanks to his palace of thoughts, he basically doesn't forget anything, including what Moriarty did when he first met Moriarty in that decaying house in the Underworld.

"Since you let me call the shots, then I can sue you that I made a gadget that can measure the value of luck."

Moriarty was stunned for a moment, then giggled, "You've always had amazing ideas, baby. Well, I accept the answer. ”

Gu Qing said "thank you" very politely, of course, for the first half of Moriarty's sentence. He narrowed his eyes at Moriarty, "Now it's my turn, can I know how you found out?" ”

Moriarty made an exaggerated "you finally asked" look, "Oh, little honey, I thought you would never ask me that question." Let me think about it, I'm still the only one who knows your fascinating little secret, don't I? A little secret that your two equally wise brothers don't know. Well, I decided I wanted to keep the answer to that question. ”

Gu Qing: "......"

Moriarty watched Gu Qing speechless by him, and suddenly couldn't stand up for joy.

Gu Qing didn't roll his eyes at this this time, he often choked others, and he was ready to realize that one day others would choke him, he raised his eyebrows and said, "I thought there were no such rules in this little game." ”

Moriarty blinked, and with a sly look in his eyes, said, "I hate to follow the rules. ”

"Since you said so, then I'll answer your question, yes, only you know now."

Moriarty was stunned: "I didn't ask you a question...... Oh, you're taking that self-questioning question of mine as a question, what a boy. He shook his head as he spoke, sighing and looking at Gu Qing.

Gu Qing smiled and accepted Moriarty's compliment, and at this moment, the meal they ordered was served, and the waiter came over respectfully and retreated respectfully. Gu Qing unfolded the napkin, "Originally, according to the rules, it was my turn to ask you questions, but since you want to jump out of the rules, then save the progress of this little game first." ”

Moriarty turned to look at him, "Little Honey, are you asking me for a next date?" ”

Gu Qing said casually: "I don't know. ”

Moriarty licked his canine teeth and turned his gaze away from Gu Qing, still in that Moriarty-esque tone: "My dear, how can I take your words like this?" Shall I say that the weather is nice today? ”

Today's weather was very clear, the sun poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Gu Qing suddenly remembered that when Jim was still the librarian Jim in Cambridge, they used to sit on a bench in a nearby park after eating a very ordinary lunch, and the sun that day was like today, and it was very comfortable to shine on people...... Gu Qing returned to reality, he thought for a while and said to Moriarty, "London welcomes you back." ”

Moriarty glanced at Gu Qing deeply, "It will." ”

The topic came to an end for the time being, until the dessert was served after the meal, and Moriarty looked at Gu Qing, who was eating dessert comfortably, and said, "If it weren't for the little game we played before the meal, I would have thought that you invited me just for your appetite." ”

"How do you know I'm not taking that little game as an appetizer? And why do you think I'm here for you? Gu Qing said noncommittally.

Moriarty raised an eyebrow: "Isn't it to avoid your big brother who treats you like a baby who is still nursing?" ”

Gu Qing said with a serious face: "Oh, it's much stricter than what you described, I wasn't in good health at that time, and it was Mommy and Daddy who were taking me." ”

Because of the mutated T virus, his physical strength at that time could not keep up with the requirements of the mutated T virus, and his physical appearance was weak, as if he would die at any time. At that time, Mommy and Daddy were all focused on him, and the twelve-year-old McCroft already had a mental age of forty← which was still the definition given by Sherlock later, when he was still raising Sherlock like a son, Sherlock who was still raising Max Xiongli, obviously did not dare to invest a lot of emotions in his younger brother who would die at any time. Of course, after Gu Qing miraculously got better, the situation improved considerably.

Moriarty: "...... Just a metaphor, my dear. ”

Gu Qing just finished eating a piece of mousse, raised his head to look at Moriarty, and smiled harmlessly: "I know, it's just to remind you that the analogy is not appropriate, but it doesn't matter, I understand what you mean." There are some of the reasons you mentioned, but in the current situation in London, this influence is weakened and negligible. "MI6 headquarters was hit by a terrorist attack, and the attackers hacked the hard drive that stored the list of undercover agents, and the list of the first five people has been released a few days ago.

MI6 and M are subject to incursions and investigations from the British Intelligence Council, and it is true that McCroft usually leads MI5, but he is the top head of all British intelligence services. If this happens, he's going to intervene - oh, of course he's already intervened, isn't there an extra officer in MI6 who is in charge of MI6's internal investigation? - Maybe it will also trigger a reshuffle of power, who knows.

Before Moriarty could say anything, Gu Qing said to himself again: "Well, you can take my words as another temptation. ”

Moriarty: "......" He didn't know if this sentence was a joke, so he casually pushed his dessert to Gu Qing's side, and said half-truthfully: "If it's too direct, wouldn't it be a lot less fun to guess." Subtle beauty, dear. ”

Gu Qing replied: "If that's the case, then I won't have nothing to say next." Moriarty wanted to say something, Gu Qing reminded him: "From now on, you have to say words with subtle beauty, I want to learn and learn from it." ”

Moriarty: "......" the moment of the incomparable genius of crime, consulting the criminal, the Napoleon of the criminal world, Jim Moriarty would never admit that he would have missed this feeling of being choked and speechless before.

……

John Watson, a former military doctor, a general practitioner in a clinic and a resident of 221B Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes's assistant/doctor/nanny/errand boy, etc., came down from the crowded subway and returned to 221B Baker Street, where he saw his co-tenant, the only consulting detective in the world, Sherlock Holmes lying on the couch in his blue silk pajamas. The former medic who was almost squeezed into a can of teddy was about to gather into a small river.

Sherlock opened his eyes, which were still lazy, but soon turned into an X-ray of scrutiny, and when Watson was about to open his mouth, he said, "What boring thing did you encounter on the subway?" There's a woman talking to you, no, even if you do, it won't make you forget to go to the supermarket on the way off the subway to Baker Street—"

"I think I've met 007!" Watson excitedly interrupted Sherlock's long-gun cannon, phew, it was a tirade, and he almost screamed and stamped his feet like a fan girl who had finally met her idol.

Sherlock lazily closed his eyes, and at the same time turned around and curled himself up on the couch, his head facing inward, while throwing a sonorous word to his fan brother Watson: "Boring." ”

Although he lived with Sherlock, no, he had only been in the same house for a while—of course, for those who knew Sherlock, every minute and every second spent with Sherlock could have turned into a year—but Watson had become accustomed to Sherlock's bad scenery, and it would be hellish if Sherlock had echoed him like a goldfish (Watson learned the word goldfish from Anderson). So Watson is also used to saying to himself: "He seems to be really chasing a policeman, oh, I think it's a man dressed as a policeman." I could tell that the police uniform didn't fit very well! Alas, Sherlock, do you think this incident has anything to do with the previous heavy terrorist attack that took place in the British Intelligence Service? ”

Sherlock shook his pajamas, but he didn't say "boring."

Watson sat down with a smile and continued, "I hope so, I don't want to experience another terrorist attack on London. Well, although the last time it was an attempt, it was also quite scary when it came to nuclear missiles. I don't know if it's because of seeing 007, Watson's thinking quickly diverged to related aspects, "I don't know if the agents are all very good, like the bonus I was given after being electrocuted by your brother that time." Looking back on it now, I think it's pretty cool. By the way, he hasn't continued his research since? Anderson signed up, and I don't know what happened next? When I see him, I'll ask. ”

"Speaking of which, Mycroft hasn't been to Baker Street in this time......" Watson thought of another Sherlock Holmes who was more familiar from the youngest Sherlock Holmes who had only met once, and this was not to say that Gu Qing did not leave a deep impression on Watson. On the contrary, although he had only met once, it left an indelible impression on Watson, so much so that Watson would still ponder Gu Qing's career until now.

Gu Qing told Watson that he was a tailor, a tailor who also knew how to interpret the law, was proficient in medicine and biology, and could forge documents. Sherlock looked at him with a look of "what do you goldfish know" and replied boredly, "Of course." Watson gave a "WTF" face back.

But since then, Watson has not seen the youngest Sherlock Holmes again, but it is McCroft, even if he does not come to Baker Street in person, but his text messages and little black car are full of zài. Now that it's been a while, Watson really isn't used to it.

In this regard, the former military doctor specifically affirmed that he was not shaking M!

"Black coffee, two pieces of sugar, thank you."

"I'm not shaking M, Sherlock!" Watson, who said that he was embarrassed, went into the kitchen to make coffee, and unexpectedly heard the sound of the refrigerator door being opened and slamming shut.

In the living room, Sherlock quietly turned over like a big agile cat, and pulled out the mobile phone that he had thrown aside casually← the youngest Sherlock Holmes family developed and gifted, and his bony fingers slid quickly and silently across the screen. Soon the subway route Watson was on the screen, and his eyes, which often looked inorganic, were infused with a smart brilliance, and then ...... The next moment he heard the footsteps, he put on his pajamas and regained his original dead appearance with his head turned inward.

"Seriously, Sherlock, why did your brother become a tailor? I mean, I don't think the tailor is bad, but Jesus, that's a Sherlock Holmes! Watson asked, poking his head out of the kitchen.

Sherlock replied casually, "I haven't gotten acquainted with him yet, John." ”

Watson: "......" That's your brother, and it's like it's a passerby! No, maybe a passerby is pulled along the road right now, and Sherlock can understand himself better than the passerby with his tricks-by. But Watson remembered that he and his sister had just that of it, and that Sherlock and McCroft had been in a rivalry, so he didn't ask any more questions, and turned back to the kitchen—for God's sake, if it could be called a kitchen.

Sherlock hunched his back, swiped his phone, threw it between him and the couch, and a three-dimensional map of all the London Underground lines and above-ground buildings came to mind, and even each exit of the tube station was clearly marked.

By the time the hard-working Watson had made his coffee, Sherlock had reverted to the way he had been when he first returned, lying upright on the couch with his hands in a tower. Watson put the coffee on the coffee table and said angrily, "Your coffee, young master!" ”

Sherlock stands in the middle of the corpse.

Watson took a deep breath and spit it out, and finally decided not to find himself unhappy, and soon the hard-working Dr. Watson finished self-explanatory, turned on the computer with his coffee and prepared to surf the Internet to read the news. He really wants to post about today's close encounter with 007 on his blog, but he doesn't know what will happen if he does this, will there be a detective with a Ministry of Magic, phew, NSA ID card tomorrow?

- Actually, the head of MI5 (National Security Agency) has been visiting your house for a long time, Watson. And on this Baker Street, do you know how many NSA agents are hidden? That's the highest level of surveillance from the British government! It can only be said that #ignorance is bliss#Ah, Dr. Watson, #且行且珍惜#吧.

"Oh God! Something happened to Sherlock, the subway collapsed, and a subway derailed and fell! Wait, it seems like there's no one on the subway, what the hell is going on? Sherlock, you know what? Watson, who had swiped the big news on the website, shouted at Sherlock without looking back, and he heard Sherlock sneer, as if he muttered "dead fat", and then fell silent. Watson wondered what this had to do with McCroft, and the former military doctor who cared about national security simply stopped drinking coffee and devoted himself to current affairs.

In a small two-story building in a quiet and peaceful neighborhood on the other side of London, Moriarty, who did not regard himself as a guest at all, shook the tablet in his hand towards the owner of the house, "Interesting news, don't you say, Patrick?" What kind of official response do you think the public will get afterwards? ”

Gu Qing leaned against the wall with his hands on his chest: "Compared to this, I want to know why you came to my house?" "After they had eaten at the restaurant earlier, they naturally parted ways.

Gu Qing originally thought that Moriarty would return to his underground world and continue to work in London, but he didn't expect that Moriarty would come to the door the next day and find the residence assigned to him by the royal gentleman. He didn't live in much of this residence, and when he wasn't on mission, he mostly stayed in the royal gentleman's base, where there was his R&D room, and there was a restaurant open 24 hours a day, and the chefs were all strictly vetted.

- How can I say that it is a strict assessment, it can only be said that before passing the royal gentleman's assessment, I also passed the eyes of the secretary← and the powerful brother control is so capricious, #国民好哥哥#.

Moriarty winked at Gu Qing nonchalantly, "That's because I know your address, so I came to visit you~ Isn't it a surprise?" ”

Gu Qing shook his head decisively: "No." ”

Moriarty puffed up his face, "Don't do that, dear. It was not quite a disobedience for him to make such a childish gesture, but he quickly changed his expression, glared at the creature that had suddenly slipped in, and screamed as if he were about to jump on the couch in the next moment, "What is this!" ”

Gu Qing looked down at his cute and lively Jimmy, and showed a bright smile with tiger teeth at Moriarty, who was staring at the round-eyed Moriarty: "My dog, Jimmy." Well, now I have Jimmy, so if you stay at my house, I can let the dog bite you. ”

Jimmy heard his master call him, and he barked softly twice, and he didn't seem to like Moriarty, and when it came at him, it turned into a wild scream. Although for a small and delicate Chihuahua, even screaming is not much of a deterrent, but the deterrent power is not enough to make up for the aura, not to mention that there is its handsome and dashing owner standing behind it.

Moriarty: "......"