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Reichenbach Falls, located in the mountains of Meiringen, Switzerland.

On both sides of the waterfall, there are rocks like black coal. There is a huge fissure at the mouth of the valley from which the river flows.

The fissures below narrowed, and milky-white, boiling water poured into the bottomless ravine, spilling out a torrent of torrents that flowed down from the gap. The continuous green waves roared like thunder, and the thick and shaking curtain of water rang endlessly.

The torrent pours into the abyss, splashing like smoke from a house on fire. The turbulence and noise make people dizzy. The waves crashing against the black rocks also made a rumbling sound like an angry roar.

Feng Bujue has always felt that this is a very unlucky place. In the real world, it was here that Conan Doyle was born with the idea of killing Sherlock Holmes. And in the virtual world, a generation of crime giants and detective gods have died here.

Of course, Sherlock Holmes was later brought back to life by the author, and Professor Moriarty was buried here forever.

"What the hell is this trying to show me......" Feng unconsciously stared at the flowing water of the waterfall, overlooking the dark abyss, as if he was about to be sucked in.

That match burned much longer than expected. If the little girl who sells matches really has a box of such matches, it is estimated that she will not freeze to death, and it will be no problem to last all night.

"Oh, it's coming...... it's coming" In the sight of Feng Buyi, two figures walked up the narrow road.

One of them is the famous detective Sherlock Holmes. He is nearly 1.9 meters tall and has a slightly thin build. His face was blurred, making it difficult to make out the exact appearance, but Feng Bujue was still sure that this was Sherlock Holmes, because of the other man next to him. Apparently over fifty years of age (Sherlock Holmes is set to have been born in 1854, and in the last case, his age was around forty).

And the man in his fifties was naturally Professor Moriarty.

The two of them had some conversation on the narrow road, which was completely muffled by the sound of the waterfall. Judging by the demeanor of the two when they talked, they seemed polite.

Feng Bujue really admires the bearing of these two, you must know that Holmes at this moment is very clear about Moriarty's intentions. also understands that he will soon face a life-and-death match. And Moriarty, in the face of an opponent who ruined himself, can still maintain his demeanor in the final moments before revenge, which is equally admirable.

The conversation went on for a few minutes. Then, with Moriarty's consent, Holmes took a piece of paper from his bosom and began to write on it, which was the last word he left for Watson. In a short time, Holmes finished the text message, leaving the letter, cigarette case, and cane in the narrow alley.

Then. The two of them continued on their way.

When Feng Bujue read this paragraph when he was a child, he deduced between the lines that the professor had a weapon on him (in the original text, when Moriarty attacked Sherlock Holmes, he wrote, "He didn't pull out his weapon, but suddenly rushed towards me"). He had a pistol in his pocket one hundred percent, otherwise Holmes wouldn't have walked to the waterfall.

But Mr. Conan Doyle. It was never written that Moriarty drew his gun. It can also be seen from here that he has a good grasp of the character's character.

If this plot were in an American detective film in the 80s, it would basically be ...... A foul-mouthed villain raises a gun and points a tough guy protagonist with an ever-strained face as he walks down the narrow road, and the villain has clearly pulled out his gun. You have to push and kick to make the protagonist obediently move forward.

But the two characters in this book will never be so out of shape.

As two wise and cultured gentlemen. There is no need to say everything, let alone put on a sabre-rattling posture. Since I know you have a gun in your pocket, and you know you have a gun in your pocket, let's talk calmly and politely, and then do whatever we want.

"So far, it's no ......different from what is described in the book," Feng Bujue muttered while watching this CG-like scene, "But according to the style of this script...... There will definitely be some situations that are contrary to the original book in the future. ”

His inference is accurate......

Soon after, Holmes and Moriarty came to the end of the narrow passage, when the latter suddenly burst into flames and attacked.

Moriarty's eyes burned with hatred. The criminal empire he had run for many years was destroyed by Scotland Yard, and the detective in front of him had to take responsibility for this qiē.

Sherlock Holmes had anticipated such a development, and he immediately used his skillful fighting skills to maneuver with his opponent.

The fight wasn't very good-looking, there was no pretty punching and kicking action like in martial arts movies, and there was no bullet time and dazzling special effects in postmodern hits, more often than not, the two were just wrestling.

But this kind of fight is the most real. This is the case in real life, folk fights, two-handed wrestling, more real than anything else.

"Uh-"

With a low roar, Professor Moriarty fell into the waterfall.

And Sherlock Holmes actually fell with him......

"WTF ......" Feng involuntarily came to a classic swear word.

At the same time, the flames on the match finally burned to the fingers that were not aware of it. The slight burning pain brought him back to his senses, and the illusion in front of him disappeared.

In the dark living room, a wisp of white smoke rises faintly, announcing that the match has failed.

Feng Bujue threw the small piece of matchstick on the coffee table, got up and turned on the light.

"He's dead......" Feng Bujue sat back on the sofa, frowned and pondered: "Yes, he's dead!" ”

Brother Jue suddenly realized: "When writing "The Last Case", Conan Doyle really wanted to end the story of Sherlock Holmes, and the ending was to die together. The information in his mind swirled like a whirlpool: "In that virtual world, before The Return was written, Sherlock Holmes was a dead man, a dead man who was buried in a waterfall with Moriarty......"

What is not reasonable is not always obvious.

The fourth message flashed through my mind.

"The narrative on pages 599-602 was written years later in order to bring the detective back to life." Feng Bujue looked at the book again: "There is no cliff climbing, no attackers, no 'three people', no one." As he spoke, he tore the two pieces of paper off his books, "You want to sue me for this, right?" Moriarty. ”

"No, I want to sue you, it's much more than that." A deep, mysterious voice responded.

The voice was like a mantra.

In a second, Feng Bu realized that the scene in front of him had changed suddenly, and he seemed to wake up from a dream and came to another place.

"Oh...... Am I the first? When he looked closely, he found himself in a room that was white on all six sides, and the walls were shining with a white light of the right brightness.

In front of him was a wooden round table about four meters in diameter, surrounded by six chairs, and he sat on one of them. Moriarty, on the other hand, sat across the table.

"Or maybe the last one." Moriarty replied. The outline of his appearance was the same as in the illusion just now, and at this time, his face was clearly displayed in front of Feng Buju's eyes.

The professor looked to be in his fifties, and his face was already furrowed. Between his eyebrows, in addition to the temperament of a scholar, there was something else, that is, a cold, evil, cruel quality.

"You mean...... Will they die in their own memory? Feng Bujue said.

"Not necessarily, I just said maybe." Moriarty replied, his tone of voice giving a sense of composure and restraint, "They're smart people too, but you...... More different. ”

"Hah...... I guess you once asked the magic mirror who is the most handsome person in the world. Feng Bujue replied with a smile, "Hey...... I deserve it. ”

"Look, that's one of the things interesting about you." Moriarty smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, the pair of gray eyes like a beast staring at its prey, looking directly into the closed eyes, as if they could penetrate the soul of people, "You are very good at using this unique sense of humor to test others. At the same time, it is also a kind of protection for yourself, which can hide your true thoughts. ”

"Oh? Is that your judgment? Feng Bujue said: "Hmph...... But have you considered the other two assumptions? He raised two fingers and said, "First, I'm just a mouthful; Second, I'm a madman. ”

Moriarty sneered, he leaned forward, rested his elbows on the table, and crossed his fingers in front of his chin: "Excuse me, what do you think...... Am I a madman? ”

"You? Hehe......" Feng Bujue replied with a smile, he raised his hands and took out a finger each: "This is crazy, this is you." As he spoke, he stretched out his arms and pulled the distance between his fingers far away: "You and madness are like two ends of a straight line, as far as you want." In my opinion, you are simply boring to be sane. ”

"Then what do you think," Moriarty added, "how high can the success rate ......of pretending to be crazy and stupid in front of me be?" ”

Feng Bujue spread out his hands: "Try it and it doesn't cost money." ”

"Humph......"

"Hey......

"Hehehe......"

"Hahahaha......"

The two guys looked at each other across the table, and inexplicably began to laugh, laughing louder and louder, like two psychopaths.

It was Moriarty who restrained his smile first: "Welcome to the Reasoning Club, crazy." ”

"Can I get your partner out?" Feng Bujue raised the palm of his right hand and gestured towards the chair beside Moriarty.

"Uh-" a wisp of white smoke wafted up, "I'm already here." Another voice said.

But I saw that a tall and thin man with a pipe, spitting a smoke ring, took a lazy step, and walked out of the blind spot behind Feng Bujui. (To be continued)