"My dearest Patrick, you see, I know you so well, tell me, when did you realize that there was a connection to me behind that suicide? But you didn't say anything to the police, what is this for? Moriarty's excessively red lips spat out sweet words.

Gu Qing's pupils narrowed slightly.

Moriarty, who had been watching him all the time, did not let go of such a subtle change in him, and he sighed: "Little Honey, you know what? I've been following you for a long, long time. Uh-huh," Moriarty let out a slimy, sweet nasal voice, "from the beginning, I was just curious about the adventures that happened to you. Have you counted it? How often does the case that involved you happen on average? ”

Moriarty didn't seem to care if he could get a response from Gu Qing, or if it was just his own question, which turned out to be the latter. Moriarty showed a surprised expression, "Sweet little... Jim has done the math for you, it's an average of eight months. Wow, you can apply for Guinness World Records, my little honey. ”

"How do you know I don't? I did think about it, but unfortunately I was told that the instrument for measuring luck had not yet been invented, so I had to give up. Gu Qing pouted as she spoke, as if she was dissatisfied with this.

Moriarty asked, almost sighing, "Do you think you're unlucky or lucky, Patrick?" But it doesn't matter, you know what, the perceptive Jim noticed something more interesting. Speaking of this, Moriarty's big black eyes were infused with incomparable brilliance, and he licked his red lips and said, "O angel of mercy, please purify Father Edward; O merciful angel, punish the villain who has ruined my daughter; O merciful angel, wash away the sins of Her Commonwealth Cook! ”

Moriarty made a pious gesture, and finally his tone became impassioned, but definitely not because he had received a response from God. No, no, that's not quite right, because the object of his prayer was the "Angel of Mercy", and when the pupils of the "Angel of Mercy" suddenly contracted because of his words, Moriarty's face flushed with excessive excitement, and he almost whispered, "It's really funny, isn't it?" ”

This was really unexpected by Gu Qing, what Moriarty said could be regarded as his hobby. The goddess of justice is blindfolded, judging the crime and punishment, but it is a pity that it is human beings who make the law, and there are always some people who can escape the punishment of the law. This should not have been known to anyone, not in the past, and not in the future, but he didn't expect to be noticed by Moriarty.

Although Gu Qing knew very well that Moriarty would not have any substantial evidence, of course, even if he had, he would not do anything like denunciation, after all, it would be too boring.

The fact that the secret that could not be said was known by another person brought Gu Qing an indescribable throbbing, and he clearly felt that his heart was beating faster. He frowned, as if puzzled and confused by the feeling.

As if echoing him, Moriarty's breathing began to become uneven, and he almost greedily plundered every part of Gu Qing's face, looking at his smooth forehead, looking at his combed silky hair, looking at his thin and red lips, and finally into his eyes that finally no longer had too much concealment. Moriarty chuckled smugly at the sight of a flickering glimmer in those eyes. Moriarty could think of no reason not to lure him to fall, to see his white wings imprisoned by chains that stretched out of the dark world, to see him dyed with the colors of the dark world and possess him.

Thinking of this, Moriarty couldn't help but get closer to the "angel", and his scarlet lips spat out a bewildering sentence: "Only I know your secret, right?" I guess you're the only one who knows my secret, well, let me think about it. Dear Jim, can you help me get rid of my lover's pesky sister? Dear Jim, can you help me get to South America? Dear Jim, can you help me defeat my opponent? My dearest Patrick, when did you start looking at me? Sue me—"

As if bewitched, Gu Qing gently closed his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled, like dew sliding on the leaves in the morning, like a butterfly fanning its wings.

Moriarty held his breath with a sense of accomplishment that came up like a tidal wave, and he couldn't wait to see the "Angel of Mercy" fall!

"You know what? You've once again verified the law that villains talk a lot, Moriarty. Gu Qing opened his eyes again, and the ice blue in those eyes was fading and returning to its usual color.

Gu Qing didn't widen the distance between him and Moriarty-even though they were too close, for Gu Qing—he even stretched out his hand to cover Moriarty's cheek, and the skin-to-skin contact brought Moriarty, who was originally frozen on the spot, an indescribable trembling feeling, and he lost control for the first time, so he stared at Gu Qing with wide eyes.

Gu Qing sighed softly: "I originally planned to kill you, you know I can." ”

Moriarty's pupils dilated uncontrollably, he also didn't retreat from under Gu Qing's palm, he muttered, "What made you change your mind?" ”

Gu Qing tilted his head, looking innocent: "Because it would be too boring, I changed my mind, and now I want to play a game with you called "You hide and I find". As for this time, thanks to you for killing Jim and returning to Moriarty, and for the fact that you just told me that I would destroy the web you weaved, and you should use it as a signal for the start of the game, Moriarty. ”

Moriarty laughed unbridled instead, and laughed more and more wildly, and the flush on his face, which had not completely faded before, now crawled back with his exaggerated laughter, covering his pale cheeks. He laughed and said incoherently, "It's even better than I originally thought, I was wrong, you don't need to fall at all." I finally understand why so many people will pounce on you like moths to the flames! Oh, Patrick-" Moriarty's pupils were already dilated and had begun to lose focus, and he couldn't help rubbing Gu Qing's hand on his cheek.

It took Gu Qing more time than usual to smoothly deduce what Moriarty's situation was now, and he withdrew his hand as if he had been burned. The brain processor, which has always been operating efficiently, also had a rare "clang" after receiving the deductive conclusion, and then mapped to the outside, Gu Qing's expression was blank.

It was the indescribable pain on his lips and the smell of rust that lingered in his nose, and of course, the weight of the other person who weighed on him.

"What are you doing?" Gu Qing's tone can be called angry, no, or it can be described as annoyed and angry.

Moriarty felt a pity, but he was still holding on to the luck mentality, and wanted to go further, but he was slammed on the table he had carefully selected by Gu Qing, who reacted faster than his brain for the first time.

Gu Qing really didn't have "pity for the fragrance and cherish the jade", ** collided with the table and made a loud noise. The table was shaking, and it seemed like it was going to fall apart in the next second.

The pain from his body turned into a sense of irritation, and Moriarty let out a groan that I didn't know if it was pain or pleasure.

Gu Qing took half a step back with the chair, frowned, and reached out to touch the lip that was bitten by Moriarty.

Moriarty's gaze never left Gu Qing, seeing this, he stretched out his sinful tongue and licked the scarlet blood on his lips, Gu Qing's blood, rolled it into his mouth, making his whole person look gorgeous with the smell of blood, he grinned and said, "I'm looking forward to the game that belongs to the two of us, Patrick, ah......hhhh

The last voice was extremely sticky, Gu Qing didn't say anything more, he didn't look at Moriarty again, turned around and walked out. When he walked out of the strange house, Gu Qing paused, took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket to wipe the liquid on his lips, looked back again, and then walked away. There is no hint of wolf bèi, at least on the surface.

Moriarty, who was left behind, took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale all the smell left by Gu Qing into his lungs. He hunched his waist, thinking in his mind that Gu Qing no longer concealed his true appearance, a white light appeared in front of his eyes, and he was so high-tide.

Moriarty didn't bask in the afterglow for long, he spat out the blood he had licked into his mouth, and there was no such intoxication in those big obsidian eyes, "I'm already looking forward to it, Patrick." ”

In the dark alley not far away, Gu Qing was completely hidden in the dark, receiving the information from his ant team, he licked the lip that had been bitten by Moriarty before, the bite and bleeding wound had completely healed in a short period of time, and there was no trace left.

This is thanks to the system's consistent "generosity", the T-virus, or more the modified T-virus. Of course, before he was three years old, he was often hospitalized because his physical strength could not keep up with the needs of the modified T virus, and the doctor could not detect any reason, but how could this be blamed on the system, right?

Speaking of the modification of the T virus, in the previous world, Carroll Biotechnology has made extraordinary achievements with the blessing of unnatural forces, especially on the basis of the super mutant cells modified by Tomie Kawakami's cells, which have been further applied to various aspects.

As a scientist with a research spirit, Gu Qing once fused T virus + mutant smallpox virus + super cell, but this achievement was not released to the public.

Although Gu Qing would be happy to see what effect the horror world would have on the T virus, if he accidentally lost and then lost, it was not what he wanted to see. Of course, with Eva and David here, they can simulate all sorts of possibilities in a virtual reality display system, and I have to say, it feels great.

Gu Qing lowered his eyes when he thought of this, he missed his companions even more at this moment. Gu Qing walked out of the dark alley, he felt that he still had a lot of things to do, and what he said to Moriarty was to destroy the web he had wove he had wove was not just talking-what he had done in the underworld in the past period of time must have made Moriarty see his determination - even if they were just going to play a game next.

Everything that happened in that house today was recorded in Gu Qing's memory palace, and the powerful memory function enabled Gu Qing to restore it exactly, whether it was the rotten atmosphere in that room, or the patterns on the newly paved wallpaper, or every word Moriarty said, etc., combined and then re-encoded and deduced, another part of Moriarty's web could be deduced.

In this regard, Gu Qing also gave a friendly reminder that as a villain, you must have the professionalism to be a villain, and you have to correct this point if you talk too much.

Gu Qing put his hand in the pocket of his coat and walked leisurely in the underground world of London, as if walking in the calm and peaceful campus of Cambridge. When he finally left the underground world lightly, Gu Qing was thinking that maybe he could put the invention of a device for measuring luck on the agenda.

The background of this thinking is that there is mourning all over the wilderness, who told them to look at the brightly dressed Gu Qing as a "lamb to the slaughter".

Regarding the fact that there is always a great chance of triggering all kinds of unfortunate accidents around him, Gu Qing, who knows the truth, is embarrassed to refute Moriarty's statement of "moths to the fire" - the system is always committed to playing Gu Qing (most of the time physically) badly, like this time is no exception. To put it more figuratively, it's as if he has the demonic charm of a modified version of Kawakami Tomie's attraction to dismember her body, but in his case he has become an attraction pervert.

Not to mention whether Gu Qing is extremely unfortunate or extremely lucky, after all, he was unlucky at the beginning, but it must not be him who was unlucky in the end.

――This really doesn't seem like something to be proud of.

Gu Qing waved his sleeves and left the underground world without taking away a piece of blood, no matter what kind of disintegration the underground world would cause, he was just a sunny Cambridge student.

After returning to the quiet and peaceful campus, after an unusually fulfilling period of time, and after most of the dust had settled, Gu Qing's ant team came back with the news that Moriarty had left London. Gu Qing was writing a paper at the time, and after compiling this message, the hand he put on the keyboard paused, pursed the corners of his mouth, and recalled his ant team.

The game has officially begun.

Gu Qing saved his papers, walked into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator. Gu Qing looked at the dim sum that was about to be consumed by him, and puffed out his cheeks with a little baby fat. His eyes fell on the pile of cameras that he had found and frozen in the refrigerator, and he felt that he had neglected his brothers all this time.

Obviously, the pile of cameras that weren't used to their full potential was left behind by McCroft's new agents, and some of them were improved by MI5's technical support department based on his test reports. In the past, Gu Qing would not have dismantled them so simply and rudely and put them in the refrigerator. To be clear, this has nothing to do with the fact that McCroft's new agent team is not like the previous one who worked tirelessly to fill the refrigerator for him, really.

The dim sum in the refrigerator took up less space, and the rest of the extra space was not only the pile of cameras, but also the box containing his dead friend's things that Gu Qing brought back from the "Peeler" store, and a few delicate gadgets he had brought from that craft store. It doesn't seem to be something worth advocating to take the sheep under the nose of Scotland Yard, but Gu Qing has "changed it when he knows his mistakes", and the most direct proof is that he has returned Professor Nelson's computer← it seems that the convincing power is not very strong.

Gu Qing's gaze circled around the refrigerator, and he closed the refrigerator door after learning from the pain.

The secretary in MI5 who was sending and receiving emails received a text message signed by P.H.: [Do you remember the soft power weapon I said twenty-six days and eight hours ago?] Do you still want it? ――PH]

Anthea replied without thinking about it: [Of course!] - A] Anthea privately felt that her boss was still very interested in his young brother's mention of brainwashing people all over the world into goldfish, of course, after such an idea, the secretary lady calmly told herself that it was her own delusion.

[I'd like to eat the Victorian sponge cake, so be sure to add it to McCroft's afternoon tea order.] ――PH]

[You're going to have afternoon tea with the boss?] The boss will be very happy, and I want you to know that I am more than happy to make an appointment with your dentist. - A] Anthea is very familiar with this.

[Allow me to praise you from the bottom of my heart, but how much do you know about a mysterious organization in Savile Row?] ――PH]

Ignoring the logical connection in the text message, Miss Secretary looked at Mycroft's office, mentally calculating how long the Chancellor of the Exchequer would last, and replied at a slower pace: [May I ask, how do you know?] You know, if it comes to the parts that are not easy to say, what you say will make it easier for me to do the aftermath. - A] Given the youngest Sherlock Holmes' talent for being a hacker, Miss Secretary felt it was necessary for her to ask such a question.

[I don't know what you're talking about, but I've always been a good law-abiding citizen.] And to answer your question, I once went to a tailor shop on Savile Row to make a suit, and I knew it by chance. ――PH]

Anthea rolled her eyes in her heart, of course, not only to her boss's younger brother who swore that he was a good law-abiding citizen, but also to the "mysterious organization" he marked on the previous text message, which was more "fortuitous" to trigger the copy in a chance event of going to Savile Row to customize a suit. [So?] ――A]

[I've already told you about the purpose.] ――PH]

Anthea: "......" He said so well that I was speechless.

Miss Secretary naturally didn't believe that Gu Qing just wanted to know the details of "a mysterious organization", but it seemed that she couldn't ask anything, and this matter should be handled by her family's omnipotent boss. As soon as the secretary finished thinking about this, a new text message came to her mobile phone: [It's okay to tell you, I'm very interested in the profession of a tailor. Of course, I'm just talking about it, am I still in school? ――PH]

Anthea: "......" She stared at the text message, not sure what kind of storm her boss would set off in the British Empire if she saw it. Is it too late for her to refuse to be a microphone now? Even the youngest Mr. Holmes can't save her from being tired.

After seeing the Chancellor of the Exchequer leaving tremblingly, the secretary dutifully made the microphone under great pressure, but she did not expect her boss to smile with her hands in the shape of a tower after listening: "The children of the Sherlock Holmes family have always had absolute autonomy in career choices. ”

Anthea thought about it, and there was really no way to refute her boss's words. The strongest proof is Sherlock Holmes, who graduated with honors in chemistry from Cambridge University and created his own new profession "consulting detective", and is now fighting with Scotland Yard← this comment is very #Standing and talking without backache#.

The very enlightened patriarch Mycroft said again: "If I am not mistaken, the knight selection of this mysterious organization will only happen after the current knight sacrifices for the organization? I have to say, it's really very human. ”

Anthea bowed her head silently, praying sincerely that this mysterious organization - of course, it has a name, King-sman, not only that, but all the members of this civic organization (as her boss called it), as well as the stronghold, are very well documented in MI5, and it has had several unofficial collaborations with MI5 - the agents named after the Knights of the Round Table hold on and continue to shine for the British Empire.

But when Anthea walked out of McCroft's office, she suddenly remembered her boss's brother-in-law attributes. Consider the possibility that the youngest Mr. Holmes, who insists on going to work as a tailor in the Royal Gentleman's Tailor's Shop, will eventually compromise with his own owner. Let's say their boss finally compromises, and then MI5's elite agents may receive an order to assassinate the agents of the royal gentleman. Thinking about this, the secretary decided to withdraw her previous prayer and let the matter take its course.

God bless the Queen, God bless Great Britain.