Thriller Paradise Chapter 316: Invasion of brain cells (23)

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

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

The crack below gradually narrowed, and the milky, boiling water flowed straight into the bottomless gully, overflowing and splashing a torrent of water from the gap. The continuous green waves resembled thunder, and the thick and swaying curtain of water kept ringing for a long time.

The torrent pours into the abyss, and the water splashes high, like smoke from a house on fire. The turbulence and noise make people dizzy. The waves that hit the black rock also made a roaring rumbling sound.

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

Of course, Holmes later came back to life in the author's pen, and Professor Moriarty was buried here forever.

"What the **** is this for me to see..." Feng Bujue stared at the flowing water of the waterfall, overlooking the dark abyss, as if he was about to be sucked in.

The time for that match to burn was much longer than imagined. If the little match girl really has a box of this kind of matches, it is estimated that she will not freeze to death, and it will be no problem to stay overnight.

"Oh, here comes..." In Feng Bujue's sight, two figures walked up the narrow path.

One of them is the famous detective Sherlock Holmes. His height is close to 1.9 meters, and his figure is slightly thin. His face was blurred and it was difficult to see the specific appearance, but Feng Bujue was still quite sure that this was Holmes. Because the other man next to him was obviously over fifty years old (Holmes was set to be born in 1854, and in the last case, his age was about forty).

And the man about fifty years old is naturally Professor Moriarty.

The two had a conversation on the narrow road. The content of the conversation was completely obscured by the sound of the waterfall. Seeing how the two men talked, they seemed polite.

Feng Bujue did admire the manners of these two people. You know, Holmes at this moment is very clear about Moriarty's intentions and understands. He will soon face a battle of nine deaths. And Moriarty, facing an opponent who ruined everything, can still maintain his demeanor in the last moments before revenge, which is equally admirable.

The conversation lasted for a few minutes, and then, with Moriarty's consent. Holmes took a piece of paper from his arms and began to write on it. This was the last word he left to Watson. Not long after, Holmes finished the text message and left the letter, cigarette case and walking stick together on the narrow aisle.

Then the two continued to walk forward.

When Feng Bujue read this paragraph when he was a child, he deliberated between the lines that the professor had a weapon (the original text described Moriarty attacking Holmes and wrote, "He didn't take out a weapon. He just rushed at me suddenly. Come"). He had a pistol in his pocket 100%, otherwise Holmes would not walk towards the waterfall.

But Mr. Conan Doyle never wrote about Moriarty drawing his gun from beginning to end. It can also be seen from here that he has a three-point grasp of the character's character.

If this episode were in an American detective film in the 1980s, it would basically be... a bad-mouthed villain raised a gun and pointed at a tough guy with a sullen face and the protagonist was walking on a narrow road. The villain had already With the gun pulled out, he has to push and kick to make the protagonist move forward obediently.

But the two characters in this book will never be so gaffe.

As two wise and educated gentlemen, there is no need to say everything, let alone a stern posture. Now that I know you have a gun in your pocket. You also know that you have a gun in your pocket, so let's talk calmly and politely, and do whatever it takes.

"So far, it is no different from what is described in the book..." Feng Bujue watched this CG-like scene while muttering: "But according to the style of this script... there will definitely be something contrary to the original. The status of it."

His inference is very accurate...

Not long. Holmes and Moriarty came to the end of the narrow road, and the latter suddenly violent and launched an attack.

In Moriarty's eyes, the anger of hatred burned. The criminal empire he had run for many years was destroyed by Scotland Yard, and the detective in front of him was responsible for all this.

Holmes had already anticipated such a development, and he immediately used his skilful fighting skills to deal with the opponent.

This fight was not very good. There is no such beautiful action in martial arts movies, and there is no bullet time and dazzling special effects in post-modern movies. More often, these two are just wrestling. That's it.

But this kind of fighting is the most real thing. This is true in real life. Folk fights and wrestling with both hands are more real than anything else.

"Uh--"

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

And Holmes, fell down with him...

"WTF..." Feng Bujue involuntarily came up with a classic swear word.

At the same time, the flame on the match finally burned to Feng Bujue's fingers. The slight burning pain brought him back to his senses, and the illusion in front of him disappeared.

In the dark living room, a puff of white smoke rose faintly, announcing that the match had expired.

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

"He's dead..." Feng Bujue sat back on the sofa, frowning and thought: "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 whirled together like a whirlpool: "In that virtual world, before "The Return" was written, Holmes was a dead man, a dead man who was buried in a waterfall with Moriarty..."

【Not all unreasonable things are obvious. 】

The fourth sentence flashed through my mind.

"The narrative on pages 599-602 was written by the author a few years later in order to bring this detective back to life." Feng Bujue looked at the book again: "No climbing cliffs, no attackers , There is no such "three people", none of them." He said, and tore the two pieces of paper from the book. "This is what you want to tell me, right? Moriarty."

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

The sound is like a spell.

In a second, the scene in front of Feng Bujue's eyes suddenly changed. As if awakened from a dream, he came to another place.

"Oh...Am I the first one?" Feng Bujue took a closer look and found that he was in a room with white on all six sides, and the walls were full of white light.

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

"It may be the last one." Moriarty replied. His outline was the same as in the phantom just now, and at this time, his appearance was clearly displayed in front of Feng Bujue's eyes.

The professor looks like he is in his fifties, with many gulps on his face. Between his eyebrows, in addition to the temperament of being a scholar, there are also some other things, which are cold, evil, and cruel qualities.

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

"Not necessarily, I just said it's possible." Moriarty replied, his tone of voice gave a calm and introverted feeling, "They are also smart people, but you... are more different."

"Ha...Professor, you must have asked Magic Mirror, who is the most handsome person in the world." Feng Bujue replied with a smile, "Hey...I am ashamed."

"Look, this is one of your interesting places." Moriarty smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes. The pair of gray eyes looked directly at Feng Bujue like wild beasts staring at their prey. The eyes seem to penetrate the human soul, "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, which can conceal your true inner thoughts."

"Oh? Is this your judgment?" Feng Bujue said, "Hmph... But have you considered the other two hypotheses?" He raised **** one after another and said, "First, I It’s just a cheap mouth; second, I’m a lunatic."

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

"You? Hehe..." Feng Bujue replied with a smile. He raised his hands and put out a finger each: "This is madness, this is you." The distance between one finger is very far: "You and madness are like the ends of a straight line, how far and how far you are. In my opinion, you are simply boring."

"Then what do you think..." Moriarty said again: "How high is the success rate of pretending to be crazy and stupid in front of me?"

Feng Bujue spread his hands: "Try it without spending money."

"Huh..."

"Hey..."

"Hehehe..."

"Hahahaha..."

The two guys looked at each other across the table~IndoMTL.com~ and began to laugh inexplicably. The more they laughed, the louder they became, like two neuroses.

It was Moriarty who stopped smiling first: "Welcome to the reasoning club, crazy."

"Can you invite your partner out?" Feng Bujue's right hand palm up and gestured to the chair beside Moriarty.

"Fur--" A plume of white smoke floated up, "I've come." Another voice said.

But see, a tall and thin man holding a pipe, spitting out a smoke ring, and walking lazily, walked out of the blind spot behind Feng Bujue. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)