miscalculation

() "Qin Shihuang" Sima stood on a high place, his starry eyes were full of power, he leaned forward with his arms, lifted a pair of sleeve robes more than half a meter wide, and said unhurriedly: "Go on, you go on."

This……

Sherlock was dumbfounded, and Moriarty was also dumbfounded. It was impossible to guess what the other party was thinking.

While speaking, a group of favorite concubines appeared one after another behind "Qin Shihuang", and there were a total of eight of them, all of whom were fairies in neon clothes.

The emperor's high place is extremely cold, and the beloved concubine dances to find out the shadow, why does it seem to be in the world?

Elegant and elegant skirts of various colors, fresh and refined streamers, and ingenious buns of all kinds, are just the heavenly immortals who do not eat the fireworks of the world, and the ancient Chinese beauties completely surpass the classical beauties of the West.Sima was intoxicated by it, and he gently stretched out a lotus root arm, holding a crystal grape between his slender fingers. He slowly opened his mouth, bit it lightly, and looked down at Moriarty intently, with contempt and mockery in his pupils.

There are two beauties!Not surprisingly, there were ten people in total. ..

This was what Sherlock thought of immediately, and he suddenly realized that Sima's yelling of "continue" was not aimed at this side, but at the group of people behind him.

Two huge peacock feathers decorated with peacock feathers rose slowly from the horizontal line under Sima's feet. The last two beauties who appeared were actually two court ladies, whose temperament was no less than the surrounding "loved concubines". One on the left and one on the right, each holding a palm fan, crossed forward, and stood obediently behind "Qin Shihuang".

"Why...why are everyone shivering. Is it... cold in there?"

Sherlock has always been unimpressed with beauties, and his attention is all focused on the micro expressions and micro movements of the group of people on the opposite rooftop. He can clearly feel that those beauties did not come here willingly. Worry about something.

Moriarty, on the other hand, was completely shocked by the outfits of these beauties, "Sima is slapping naked in the face, and this is intentional publicity."

That day in the underground palace, Moriarty created the aura of an ancient king. He felt good about himself, and after enjoying the artistic conception, he stretched out his hands consciously and let the police take him out.

And today's scene is Sima's targeted counterattack. Moriarty is quite knowledgeable. What kind of shit is a Victorian beauty?Those actresses who strangled themselves out of breath in whalebone skirts were simply unsightly in front of this group of oriental beauties.

Sima and Sherlock looked at each other, reviewing the main rules of this mission for the last time in their minds. You can't kill the characters in the plot.

He turned around and looked, and another team of people rushed over. This team of people scolded the scene, but it turned out to be a group of crew members in modern clothes, some were pushing light carts, some were carrying big cameras, and some were carrying light shields...

It seems to have been discussed in advance. Two photographers arrived at the edge of the roof and immediately turned on their phones to point at Sherlock and Moriarty below. It was a kind of high-angle close-up.

"Look, this is a stunt!"

Sima stroked his sleeve lightly, stepped out abruptly, and jumped down without seeing how hard he was.

The so-called stunt was jumping off a building!

"what!"

Some timid and timid beauties screamed anxiously on the spot. They didn't know that jumping from such a height is actually not a big problem, especially for reincarnated people like Sima who have retained their basic physical attributes during this mission.

Furthermore, even if you are not a reincarnation, jumping from one building to another is not unheard of. The famous action superstar Jackie Chan often does this kind of work when filming, and he is determined not to find a substitute.

Whoosh!

When a crown suit falls, it blooms like a black rose on the ground, spreading softly.

Sima strode forward without any pretentiousness, reaching out his hand to grope in the half-meter-wide sleeve robe, keeping his eyes on Moriarty's jacket, he could clearly see the creases in Moriarty's left and right pockets , there is a downward dragging trend.

In the left pocket is the phone!

So what's in the right pocket?

"It's a pistol!" Sima smiled slightly. Just as he expected, a person like Moriarty with both power and wealth would never leave his house without a gun.

"You seem to like arranging your subordinates to shoot cold arrows. As everyone knows, the skill of bows and arrows comes from our ancient East!" Sima waved his hand, and a short bow was drawn out. When everyone's attention was still focused on the exquisite bow When he was on the short bow, an iron arrow slipped out of his other sleeve, and it was placed on the string very skillfully, "Moriarty, jump down, or choose to be killed by my arrow."

"Hmph!" Moriarty touched his chin with his hand, and said with a sneer, "As soon as I die! Three people will be buried with me immediately!"

In fact, what he was thinking about was another thing: "No, the guy who claimed to be No. 088 clearly explained it. Sherlock's ingenuity has already threatened some foreign forces, and some international organizations have to do something about him. Among them No. 088 is from an organization in the United States, and Sima is from an organization in China. This time the two came to London to destroy Sherlock, and the other is to protect Sherlock, but both organizations have strict orders not to kill anyone! "

Sima's next words directly choked Sherlock who wanted to intervene: "Then let them die. They are just three of Sherlock's friends. Does it have anything to do with me? When I am unhappy, anyone can kill them." !" While speaking, Sima had already walked up to Sherlock slowly, and punched Sherlock in the stomach without saying a word. In the eyes of outsiders, this punch almost caused Sherlock to fall to his death, but in fact This strength was mastered very well, and Sherlock, who was punched in the body, trembled in his heart: "Why... why can't I feel any pain, my body is obviously falling backwards, but there is another strength that pulls me back!"

Sima withdrew his fist, grabbed a Moriarty's blind spot, and winked at Sherlock.

Sherlock roughly understood one point, and covered his stomach with one hand, feeling miserable.In terms of acting skills, he is not as good as Moriarty, but if you really ask him to start acting, he can still get into the show quickly.

"Okay, then you shoot me to death! Come, come here!" Moriarty laughed loudly, his dictionary has never had the word fear, and only those who are confident enough to firmly believe that they will never die when they shouldn't die, he He patted his chest and roared sharply: "What if you kill me? Sherlock has already been destroyed by me. If you kill me, in the eyes of the world, I will die unjustly, and Sherlock will go to hell with the crime." I meet! One life for four lives, one life for one person to be infamous forever! I don’t care! I don’t care at all!” Moriarty’s emotions were a little agitated, and his emotions were erratic, so that people couldn’t see through his excitement at this time. What came out was still true, but Sherlock saw a subtle movement of his hand, and Moriarty was trying to put his hand into his pocket.

"Don't worry, whether you die or not, Shylock's charges have been cleared. It will take an hour at the slowest, and it will only take half an hour if it is the fastest! The people of the whole country will find out the truth!" Sima tightened his arrows, his eyes were like eagles, yin Sentenced to death coldly: "I was the one who kidnapped the British actress, and the child of the ambassador to the United States? It was me too! I was the one who built the underground palace! I was the one who bought Chaplin's hat at the auction house! It was me who forged Morrie The person with the identity of Artie is me, the person who paid for the third-tier actor Charlie? There is only one person behind the serial case, and that is the director Sima Da, who sneaks into the world without anyone noticing it! They don't know my name yet? It doesn't matter, the name is just a code after all, and my image has already been deeply rooted in people's hearts! Sherlock and I have shared media footage. My Porsche is still parked on Baker Street. I beat the police and was filmed. I kidnapped a British actress to play with you. Now, I kidnapped a Chinese female college student , play with me again! Which one do you think is better?"

Sima didn't wait for the other party's answer, and added: "The best scene will be the one I filmed on the spot. I, a heinous villain, is about to shoot that innocent third-rate actor, and soon there will be newspapers reporting: Sherlock The alumnus Brooke was brutally shot by gangsters!"

"You...you..." Moriarty turned pale, suddenly thought of something, and yelled, "You know that string of codes is fake!"

"Where is there any binary code? How can anyone control the whole world with just a few lines of code? Only a freak like Sherlock who thinks he's smart will be tricked by you?" Sima put his arms around Sherlock's arm and pressed down gently. , indicating to Sherlock to bear it for the time being, and not to get angry on the spot just because he was humiliated by him.

"Is it a Bach piece? Although I fell asleep, I heard you mention Bach. I seldom listen to piano music, and I prefer Guzheng." Sima shook his head repeatedly, and the bead curtains on the front and back of the crown board collided back and forth, tinkling. <The light is bright, this world finally has fun again, Sherlock is a mortal, boring, but behind Sherlock, there is a wily fox hiding, Moriarty is very relieved, relieved that he has finally been deceived At that time, he was finally deceived in his life.

"If you didn't trick Sherlock, why would you come out to meet him alone? You lost to your own selfishness! You want to witness the fall of this hero of Reichenbach with your own eyes, you want to enjoy the pleasure alone, and endure the loneliness alone... ...This world is about to become very boring, right? It’s okay, I’ll help you out!” Sima pulled the arrow string abruptly, but at the very moment, the hand that Moriarty had put into his pocket earlier finally made a difference. Suddenly, he pulled out a silver-white short-caliber pistol.

"Idiot, arrows are faster than bullets?" Moriarty stuck out his tongue frantically, and pulled the trigger without blinking.

"careful!"

Sherlock hit Sima hard, trying to help him avoid the shot.

But he miscalculated!

He was shocked to find that this Chinese man, who was half a head shorter than him and looked weak, was actually so strong.Sima's lower body was steady and steady, standing there and allowing Sherlock to use all his strength, he would never be able to push half a point.

Not only failed to push Sima, Sima's frightened body retreated backwards, but he did not forget to reach out to grab the life-saving straw beside him!

To be precise, the life-saving straw was Sherlock's arm!

He had an ominous feeling that he might be buried with him!

Sure enough, how could Sima be willing to get shot?

He raised his shield without hesitation, and with a jerk of his left hand, Sherlock, the human shield, obediently blocked it.

boom!

A shot goes off!

Sima "panicked", the iron arrow tightly held in his right hand slipped quietly, and his body also "reflexively" stepped back half a step, and he was about to fall on his back.

puff!

The calculation is extremely accurate!

The bullet hit Sherlock's left chest, but it was not a vital organ, nor did it hit the main artery.Everything was within Sima's precise calculations.

Hearing the gunshot, the film crew on the opposite rooftop had exploded, but the chaos was subdued in an instant.

The moment he was shot, Sherlock finally deduced the correct answer. Standing on the roof here and looking up from the lower part, he couldn't see what happened inside the roof over there, and Sima wanted this effect!

Moriarty couldn't see any unknown threat there!

But Sherlock guessed it: "These actors are not acting voluntarily, and these photographers are not shooting voluntarily, because right in the center of the rooftop of the building opposite, there is a row of special forces with submachine guns standing where I can't see !"

"Well!"

Although he missed the heart, there was still pain and the impact of the bullet.

Sherlock, who was blocked in front of Sima's chest, actually didn't want to lean back at all. When a person really came to such an emergency, he knew that if he leaned back, he would fall, even if he was shot, he would not lean back.

However, Sherlock was forced to lean back. He couldn't figure out what Sima was thinking at all, and now he had a terrible thought in his mind: "Is this Sima really here to help me? Why do I feel like he wants to pull me back?" , fell to their deaths together?"

But the fact is that Sima really wanted both of them to fall off the building!

"what!"

Sherlock let out a scream, he felt that his back was suddenly empty, and the original solid chest was inseparable...

As soon as Sima fell from the building, Sherlock could only fall with him.Before he could stabilize his body in time, the invisible inertia, like a transparent demon, directly pulled him into the abyss.

So far, this game is over.The "fall" that Moriarty has always wanted, Sima has done for him!

Unfortunately, Moriarty couldn't be happier, he couldn't wait to look up at the three cameras in the distance, and suddenly hit a big stone in his heart: "It's over... It's over... It's over..."