Chapter 316: Invading brain cells (23)

The Reichenbach Waterfall is located in the mountains of Meiringen, Switzerland. ◎◎
On both sides of the waterfall, there are mountains of black coal. There is a huge crack in the mouth of the valley, and the river is injected.
The crack below is gradually narrowing, and the milky white, boiling water flows straight into the bottomless deep, and the overflowing splatter spurts a stream from the gap. The continuous green waves are like thunder, and the thick and swaying water curtains sounded for a long time.
The rapids poured into the abyss, and the water splashed high, like the smoke from a house fire. Turbulence and snoring make people dizzy. The waves that slammed the black rock also sounded like a roaring rumble.
I have always felt that this is a very unlucky place. In the real world, Conan Doyle is here, the idea of ​​killing Holmes was born. In the virtual world, a generation of criminal pythons and detective gods are here to the same place.
Of course, Holmes later returned to life under the author's pen, and Professor Moriarty was always buried here.
"What the is this for me to see..." I couldn't help but stare at the water of the waterfall, overlooking the dark abyss, as if I had to be sucked in.
The time that the match burned was 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 stay overnight.
"Oh, come here..." In the unconscious sight, the two figures went up the narrow road.
One of them is the famous big detective Sherlock Holmes. His height is close to one meter nine and his body is slightly thin. His face was blurred, and it was difficult to see the specific appearance, but the seal was still quite certain. This is Holmes because of another man next to him. It is obviously over 50 years old (Sherlock Holmes was set to be born in 1854, and in the last case, his age was about forty years old).
And the man of about 50 years old is naturally Professor Moriarty.
The two talked on the narrow road, and the content of the conversation was completely covered by the sound of the waterfall. It was polite to see the manner in which the two men talked.
Unexpectedly, I really admire the two people's temperament. We must know that Holmes at the moment is very aware of Moriarty's attempt. I also understand that I will soon face a deadly battle of nine deaths. And Moriarty, in the face of an opponent who ruined everything, can still maintain his demeanor at the last moment before revenge, which is equally admirable.
The conversation took a few minutes. Then, with the consent of Moriarty, Holmes took a piece of paper from his arms and began to write on it. This is the last words he left for Watson. Not long after, Holmes wrote the message and left the letter, cigarette case and cane together on the narrow road.
then. The two continued to move forward.
When I was a child, I saw that there was a weapon in the word between the lines. (The original description of Moriarty’s attack on Holmes wrote that he did not take out the weapon, but suddenly rushed toward me.) . Hundreds of pistols are in his pocket, or Holmes will not go to the waterfall.
But Mr. Conan Doyle. I have never written Moriarty to pull the gun from start to finish. It can also be seen from this that it is a three-pointer in grasping the character of the character.
In the American detective film of the 1980s, the basics would be... a swearing villain pointing a gun at a tough guy with a sulking face on the narrow road. The villain clearly pulled the gun out. It is. Still have to push and kick to let the protagonist go forward.
But the two characters in this book are never so ruined.
As two brilliant and educated gentlemen. There is no need to say anything, and there is no need to pose a arrogant gesture. Since I know that you have a gun in your pocket and you know that you have a gun in your pocket, let's talk calmly and politely, then what to do.
"So far, it's no different from what is described in the book..." Feng Shou watched this cg-like scene while chanting: "But according to the style of this script... then there will be some situation that is contrary to the original." ""
His inference is very accurate...
Not long after, Holmes and Moriarty came to the end of the narrow road, which suddenly violently launched and launched an attack.
In the eyes of Moriarty, the anger of hatred is burning. The criminal empire he had run for many years was smashed by the Scotland Yard, and the detective in front of him was responsible for all this.
Holmes had already anticipated this development, and he immediately used his skillful fighting skills to deal with each other.
This frame is not very good-looking, there is no beautiful movement of martial arts movies, and there is no bullet time and dazzling special effects in post-modern filming. More often, these two are just wrestling.
But such a fight is the most real. This is the case in real life. Folk fights will wrestle with both hands, more than anything.
"Uh--"
With a low roar, Professor Moriarty fell into the waterfall.
And Holmes, actually fell with him...
"wtf..." I couldn’t help but come to the classic swear words.
At the same time, the flame on the match finally burned the fingers of the seal. The slight burning pain caused him to come back, and the illusion in front of him disappeared.
In the dark living room, a smoky white smoke rose, proclaiming that the match had expired.
Unexpectedly, he threw the little matchstick and left the matchstick on the coffee table and got up to turn on the light.
"He is dead..." He sat back on the sofa and frowned and said: "Yes, he is dead!"
Hearing his brother suddenly realized: "When writing the "Last Case", Conan Doyle really thought about the story of Holmes, and the end result was the same." The information in his mind swirled like a whirlpool: "In that In the virtual world, before Returning to the Book, Holmes was a dead man, a dead man who was buried in the waterfall with Moriarty..."
The fourth sentence of the message flashed through my mind.
"The narrative on pages 599-602 is written by the author a few years later to get the detective back to life." The seal once again looked at the book: "Nothing climbs, no attackers, no. 'Three people', no one," he said, tearing the two sheets of paper off the book. "What you want to tell me is this thing? Moriarty."
"No, I want to tell you, it's more than that." A deep, mysterious voice responded.
This sound is like the same spell.
In a second, the scene in front of him was suddenly changed. He seemed to wake up from his dream and came to another place.
"Oh... Am I the first one?" Fengshou looked at it and found himself in a room with six sides of white, and the walls were all white with appropriate brightness.
In front of him is a wooden round table with a diameter of about four meters. There are six chairs around him. He sits on one of the chairs. And Moriarty, sitting across the table.
"It may be the last one." Moriarty replied. His outline is the same as that in the previous illusion. At this time, his face is clearly displayed in front of the unconscious.
The professor looks like he is in his fifties and has many gullies on his face. In addition to his temperament as a scholar, there are other things in his eyebrows. It is a cold, evil, cruel quality.
"You mean... they will die in their own memories?" Feng did not know.
"Not necessarily, I just said maybe." Moriarty replied, his tone gave a feeling of calmness and introversion. "They are also smart people, but you... are more unique."
"Ha... I must have taught you that you have also asked the mirror, who is the most handsome person in the world." Feng did not smile and replied, "Oh... I am awkward."
"Look, this is one of the interesting places for you." Moriarty smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, and the ash, like a beast, stared at the prey, looking straight at the unseen eyes, it seems Can pierce people's souls. "You are very good at using this unique sense of humor to test others. At the same time, this is also a kind of protection for yourself, can hide your true thoughts inside."
"Oh? Is this your judgment?" Feng did not know: "Hey... Have you considered the other two assumptions?" He raised and said: "First, I am just a mouthful." Second; I am a madman."
Moriarty sneered, and he put his body together and put the elbows on the table with his hands on the table. He crossed his fingers in front of his chin: "Excuse me, do you think... Am I a madman?"
"You? Hehe..." Feng did not smile and laughed back. He raised his hands and gave each other a finger: "This is crazy, this is you." He said, arms outstretched, The distance is far away: "You and madness are like the ends of a straight line, how far it is. In my opinion, you are just sensible and boring."
"Then you think..." Moriarty said again: "How high can you be in the face of madness in front of me?"
Unexpectedly spread his hands: "Try and don't spend money."
"Humph……"
"Hey..."
"Hehehe..."
"Ha ha ha ha..."
The two guys looked across the table and inexplicably began to laugh, the more they laughed, the more they felt like two neuropathies.
Or Moriarty first converges on the smile: "Welcome to the reasoning club, mad."
"Can you please bring out your partner?" The palm of his right hand was closed and he pointed to the chair next to Moriarty.
"Fu--" a white smoke floated, "I have come." Another voice said.
But see, a tall, thin man with a pipe, spitting a smoke ring, taking a lazy step, stepped out of the blind spot of sight behind him.