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“Mr. Moran, lately we have fewer and fewer people under our hands every day, you see ......” Some words have already achieved its purpose without being explicitly said.
“No.” Sebastian Moran was not willing to bow out on this, even though it had been two years since Moriarty's death, and everything was no better than before. Moreover, because the group had been suffering from successive targeting incidents, Sebastian was emaciated beyond belief, but he was also still unwilling to give up their crime chain, after all, it was his and Moriarty's common endeavor.
Seeing this, the leader knew that he couldn't persuade Sebastian no matter what, after all, it wasn't the first time he had said these words, so he didn't insist and got up to leave.
The night was dark and silent like an invisible phantom roaming around the villa, like it was looking around for someone to drag into the abyss of never seeing the light of day.
“You're here.” Abruptly, Sebastian spoke faintly, without a ripple in his eyes, he had known that this day would come, or he had been waiting for this day.
The man dressed in black night clothes appeared from behind Sebastian in this regard, like a ghost chasing souls in the dark night.
The ghost behind him opened his mouth, he was the main factor that hindered the development of the group during this period of time "Do you have any more accomplices? Or anything else you want to say?"
Sebastian didn't open his mouth first, and just when Sherlock thought he would keep quiet about it, Sherlock heard him say.
"You know what? I actually envy him."
Him? Who? Sherlock was raising his gun, ready to finish him off from behind, when he heard this sentence coldly, he couldn't react for a moment.
Sebastian ah let out a bitter laugh, "Moriarty should have told you about it, right? After seeing your extraordinary relationship with him, said ‘Maybe I should find myself a companion as well.’"
"Before I heard that, I thought Moriarty and I could call ourselves ...... close. But Moriarty doesn't think so."
It was too late to reason further about the relationship between Sebastian and Moriarty, Sherlock was brainstorming at the moment: by all accounts, he had been assigned as a secret agent by Mycroft to carry out a covert mission, that is to say, to clear out the remnants of this crime syndicate established by Moriarty. Moriarty had committed suicide when the mission began, and he hadn't and shouldn't have talked to Moriarty ......
--And what's more, why do you say that I had a relationship with him? Or was it an extraordinary relationship?
Sebastian continued, "I envy him because you really consider him your best friend. Moriarty on the other hand - I'm not sure where I stand in his heart, he never seems to care about me, he just uses me as a tool to take care of his industry to handle things ......"
Sebastian's voice had taken on a bit of a choked tone, but no matter how heartfelt his words were, Sherlock had no desire to listen at this point.
He desperately wanted to know who that “he” was, he had never known or thought he had a “best friend”, things were starting to go wrong.
He tried to control himself to stop trying to dredge up clues from his past that the man had ever existed, but - nothing.
And that's when Sebastian's narrative came to an end, and with the catastrophe over, he instead felt incredibly relieved; the strain and worry of these days had almost crushed him, and after all, a quick vomit was an excellent means of soothing his mind.
But in contrast, Sherlock can not feel so good, he is just learned enough to overturn his worldview of the existence. Reason tells Sherlock that this is just a bunch of nonsense from Sebastian, but Sherlock just can't stop thinking about the possibility of this. He was now like a car with faulty brakes speeding down the highway, and an accident could happen at any moment.
"Stop! Sherlock! Shoot!"
A sudden unfamiliar voice rang in Sherlock's ears, interrupting Sherlock's thoughts, almost subconsciously, Sherlock fired his gun, everything happened in a matter of seconds.
Suddenly he remembered everything, but only in a split second he lost everything again.
Amnesia causes a person to not remember what their loved one looks like, even if the sufferer remembers, even if it is the world's only consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes.
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The mission over, Sherlock began editing the text message almost non-stop.
"I have a best friend, right? --SH"
Mycroft sat in his office, looking at the text message from his brother with quite a bit of a headache, he hadn't thought to hide it from Sherlock, except that the remnants of Moriarty's party needed to be dealt with by Sherlock as well.
He didn't know where Sherlock had learned about it, but ...... now was not the time, he couldn't risk informing Sherlock about it, or at least wait until he was back in London before he could have a proper talk with him.
So Sherlock's text message was just like a stone dropped into the sea, he decided to wait until he personally met Mycroft before asking, but even if he knew that Mycroft would not answer. Sherlock still deliberately sent a lot of identical text messages to Mycroft, in order to disgust Mycroft a little.
By the time Sherlock saw Mycroft again, in addition to the routine report after the completion of the mission, Sherlock also sought an answer from Mycroft.
McAuliffe did not tell Sherlock the full truth, he only answered a short “yes”, originally McAuliffe wanted to tell Sherlock the full picture as the original plan ......, but, from John Watson's order of the ring and the restaurant reservations indicate that he will no longer be alone anymore.
Sherlock, of course, pressed for an answer as to who the man was, and no doubt got none. Not knowing which was a little better, Sherlock forgetting about the man altogether or getting involved again, Mycroft opted for a compromise, but one that Mycroft now felt might not have been so appropriate.
Sherlock didn't know why Mycroft hadn't told him, all he wanted to do now was to find the man himself, he didn't believe that with all the people in London he wouldn't be able to, he just didn't think that the man would take the initiative to appear in front of him.
“Sherlock ...... you're still alive?!” The medic's voice rang out in disbelief, easily making the great detective look back for him.