novel-bin Chapter 131
Chapter 131
Sherlock made an offer that Mycroft couldn't refuse.He took everything into consideration, from the layout to the closing of the net. Although the process seemed simple, and some proposals were even child's play, every detail was closely linked to eliminate the possibility of accidents.
Mycroft didn't know what happened to his younger brother when he was in a coma. After waking up, Mycroft changed his style so much, even his temperament and way of thinking were different, but as far as he is concerned, it is still a good thing... If Moriarty's words were not included in this purpose.
After Mary, Mycroft's subordinates also found the surveillance records of Moriarty and Moran at the airport.With a sullen face, he called his secretary and asked her to call Moran face-to-face—the result of the test was as expected, and Moriarty returned.Regardless of how this one appeared, whether it was the one they knew before, and what purpose it had for appearing at this time, Mycroft just wanted to know, why did he appear when Sherlock was being rescued?Why did he appear next to his own tombstone in the first place?And Sherlock... how did he know that Moriarty was still alive?What happened between them?
Mycroft knew how dangerous Moriarty was, and probably, in some respects, a lot more about Moriarty than Sherlock did.But Sherlock is the only one who can match Moriarty. If Sherlock loses now...
The sun is gradually setting, and the sky is full of sunset clouds.Mycroft sat quietly in the office, until the surrounding lights gradually went out and the voices of the people disappeared, then he picked up his cell phone and made a call.
"Good evening," he said calmly, "I know you want something from me... Maybe we can make a deal?"
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Mycroft once asked Sherlock how he planned to win the trust of Magnussen, but Sherlock didn't need to win the trust, because Magnussen was too confident, and he didn't think Sherlock could make any splashes in his hands , so as long as Sherlock showed a little cleverness that he expected, Magnussen would eagerly bite the bait and step into the trap.
In some ways, Magnussen is somewhat similar to Sherlock before him.They can all be called geniuses among smart people, playing with others in applause... Magnussen is an out-and-out crazy villain, he has desires, and desires are weaknesses.The reason why Magnussen has never encountered failure until now is because he knows how to measure and has never attacked the real big shots; A fine line between enduring and barely enduring.He can piss in Sherlock's fireplace, flick Jenny's eyeballs, humiliate Ms. Smallwood, procrastinate for Mary...but he can't stop his arrogance.
The bell rang and Sherlock looked up.Magnussen walked in alone, wearing his gold-rimmed plain glasses.He is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, looks refined, and has a gentle smile on his face, which is enough to make people feel good when they meet for the first time.
Sherlock kept staring at Magnussen.The latter pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the hospital bed: "What are you thinking, Mr. Holmes?"
"Play you." Sherlock raised the head of the bed and adjusted his posture with difficulty. "I am a little puzzled, Mr. Magnussen, why are you so dedicated to making others hate you?"
Magnussen seemed amused: "Oh...that's not the right way to say it. I've always been trying to help people and win people over, but at the same time, I'm a businessman."
"You only make deals."
Magnussen raised his eyebrows slightly, and leaned back in his chair: "You just said you were playing me, so what have you got, Mr. Holmes?"
"You, a ruthless wretch," said Sherlock, "the only thing I can infer from all the deduction is that if there is a chance to beat you, you must never be given the chance to get out of the ground again. Let's get down to business, I wonder how you behaved when facing Mary..."
Magnussen interrupted him, looked up and looked around: "There are no cameras here? And there are no policemen waiting around with bugs?"
Sherlock said impatiently: "You know that these things can't deal with you?"
"Yes, Mr. Holmes is a smart man." Magnuson sat down on the chair slowly, with a disgusting standard smile on his face, "Do you have any doubts that a smart man can't understand?"
Sherlock paused, then suddenly laughed.He laughed until his wound ached, and he had to press his hand on his chest, and the other hand turned up the morphine concentration: "It seems that I have got the answer... Thank you, Mr. Magnussen... Thank you. You said that if now I have a gun in my hand, aimed at your head like Mary, and can guarantee a fatal blow, will you still be so easy?"
Magnussen stared at him and said firmly: "You won't, and you haven't."
"I've been wondering why you were so panicked when you faced Mary... You were scared, so scared, and you were relieved when you saw me? Because you knew I would be your savior. You have been Delaying time, waiting for my arrival, but your delaying strategy is not very successful, because every time you say a word, Mary will be irritated a little more. Your previous methods are completely useless to her, and can only speed up your own. Death... You must be very scared before you confirm my arrival? You are afraid that you will die, and once you die, the information you collected will be completely useless..."
Sherlock's speaking speed was much slower than usual, and he was paying attention to the subtle expression changes on Magnussen's face: "...This seems to make sense, but I have to say that your behavior when facing Mary It must be a bit out of standard, Mr. Magnussen... Do you deal with it every time there is a threat to your life? I am afraid that the one who appeared in front of me is No. 1001 Magnussen... Assuming you know The police and the cameras are useless to you and you're not even worried that I'm going to shoot you, you're worried that I planted these, what are you afraid of? The police? No, you're afraid of Marie...you know Marie would be if she had the chance Would kill you without hesitation. It would be terrible if the two of us joined forces. And I do want to tell you the truth: John already knows everything."
Magnussen's eye muscles twitched slightly.He took off his glasses, lowered his head to wipe them, and avoided Sherlock's inquiry as if nothing had happened: "Is this the conclusion you've been thinking about for so long?"
"But I don't intend to call a group of gomanders to take you away now, after all, I just want to make a deal with you." Sherlock resumed his normal speaking speed and crossed his fingers, "I'll just say it , I want to see Appledore."
Magnussen's expression showed an indiscernible relaxation for a moment.He straightened his sitting posture, with an attitude of listening attentively: "Do you think I will be so careless?"
"I'm making a request, and you're making a price, that's a fair deal." Sherlock said indifferently, "You're a businessman, you won't refuse."
"Oh... that's interesting, someone made the same request to me a few days ago, a person you know." Magnussen said, returning the glasses frame to the bridge of the nose, "Can I ask why? ?”
"There are your secrets of success stored there, and I want to see them." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "The descriptions from the outside world are miraculous, how can I not be curious?"
After looking at each other for a few seconds, Magnussen said, "Then what are you going to pay to get a ticket?"
"A gift..." Sherlock's voice was low and meaningful, "You'll like it..."
/
Moran and Anthea have been together for almost three years, and have lived together for two years. Now they are finally getting married, and they have received sincere blessings from relatives and friends around them.Although Moran no longer held any position, he was still an aristocrat with a wealthy family. He decided to hold the wedding in the beautiful Cotswolds, where the Moran family happened to have a manor.They plan to hold the ceremony in the church first, and then return to the manor for the wedding reception.A few weeks in advance, the manor is busy, starting to arrange everything needed for the wedding.
The Cotswolds in early November are already a bit bleak, and the unfading green and withered yellow are intertwined, making the scenery a little more peaceful.The Moran family manor is located in a remote place, surrounded by only a few villas and manors, centered on the church and spreading out, most of which have ancient histories.The furthest away is a rather modern building. The owner lives in seclusion and rarely socializes with the surrounding residents, but there are planes and motorcades going there from time to time, which makes people have many guesses about the identity of the owner.
Sherlock can be regarded as the first batch of guests at the banquet.Before dawn, he dragged Watson and his wife to the gate of the manor.The security asked Moran for instructions and had to let them in.Mary was still yawning, and John complained, "Sherlock, it seems like you haven't been so active when I asked you to be the best man?"
"Because I was only the best man at that time, and if I succeed this time, I will be the groom." Sherlock straightened his collar in a good mood, and even took a look at himself against the French windows as he passed by.
John turned to Mary: "...what is he talking about?"
"—meaning that if we are lucky today, we can meet Moriarty." Sherlock turned to attention, showing a bright smile, "My dear Jim. I will be happy to introduce you to each other. "
"I don't want to..."
"Great! Sounds good..."
Two voices sounded at the same time.John looked at Mary with questioning eyes, and Mary shrugged: "It's just... curiosity. Moriarty is a legend. If he is still alive and there is such a chance, I really want to get to know him."
"This is the Mary I know." Sherlock pursed his lips triumphantly, and continued to walk forward, "Come on... I think he should still be in the bedroom... He will not fail to attend such an important occasion .”
"...Are you going to dig into other people's bedrooms!?"
"Of course not! It's very rude, John, of course we're waiting in the drawing room."
John turned his face to Mary again: "...When did he become so emotionally intelligent?"
"After being hung up on the castle tower by my fiancé and beaten up with a horsewhip handle..." Sherlock muttered in a low voice, before sitting on the sofa with full of energy, "How do I look?"
"...Sherlock Holmes..." Moran's voice sounded.He was wearing a gorgeous dark purple nightgown, standing in the corridor on the second floor, holding the handle and looking down: "...Sir. I don't remember that there is someone like you on the guest list I invited? And what is our relationship? So good that you ran into my living room and waited at seven o'clock in the morning?"
"Oh, it's your honor, I think." Sherlock stood up, lowered his head and adjusted his bow tie again, "Having me on the scene will definitely add a lot to your wedding, not to mention that I'm here for..."
"—Who are you talking nonsense with, Sebas?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded, with an unmistakable indifference and lethargy.Sherlock looked up in ecstasy to see Moriarty in an indigo nightgown beside Moran.
The moment their eyes met, Moriarty slowly curled his lips, and inserted his fingers into Moran's messy white hair, pressing against his scalp, caressing intimately.
"Let's go, there's still a lot to do today." He said softly, turning around first, "Don't keep me waiting. You know I don't like patience..."
Moran opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end, and turned around silently with him.
Sherlock opened and closed his fingers, watching their backs disappear without saying a word.He suddenly reached out and unbuttoned his suit, kicked over the heavy sofa, and strode out the door.
The Watsons looked at each other, hesitated for half a second, and followed.
The author has something to say: Due to the force majeure of the cats coming to the earth, this chapter is long overdue... [smiles of burning jade and stone] I swear to you that it will continue to be realized in the next day!real!If you don't update, let that little psychopath scratch me to death! ! ! [Smile of burning jade]
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