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- Reichenbach Falls, located in the mountains of Meiringen, Switzerland. ¡ò¡ò
On both sides of the waterfall, black coal-like rocks stand. There is a huge chasm at the mouth of the valley, through which the river flows.
The crack below gradually narrowed, and the milky white, boiling water poured straight into the bottomless ravine, overflowing and splashing a torrent flowing down from the gap. The continuous green waves are like thunder, and the thick and swaying water curtain makes a long-lasting sound.
The rapids poured into the abyss, and the water splashed high, just like the smoke from a house fire. The turbulence and noise made one dizzy. The waves hitting the black rock also made a rumbling sound like a roar.
Feng Bujue always felt that this was a very unlucky place. In the real world, it was here that Conan Doyle came up with the idea of ??killing Sherlock Holmes. In the virtual world, a generation of criminal giants and detective gods died together here.
Of course, Holmes later came back to life under the author's writing, while Professor Moriarty was buried here forever.
"What exactly are you trying to show me" Feng Bujue stared at the flowing water of the waterfall, overlooking the dark abyss, as if he was about to be sucked in.
That match burned for much longer than imagined. If the little match girl had really had a box of matches like this, she probably wouldn't have frozen to death and could have lasted all night.
"Oh, it's coming, it's coming" In Feng Bujue's sight, two figures walked onto the narrow path.
One of them is the famous detective Sherlock Holmes. He is nearly 1.9 meters tall and slightly thin. His face was blurred, making it difficult to see his specific appearance, but Feng Bujue was still very sure that this was Holmes because there was another man next to him. He is obviously over fifty years old (Holmes is set to be born in 1854, and in the final case, he was about forty years old).
And the man about fifty years old is naturally Professor Moriarty.
The two men had some conversation on the narrow path, the content of which was completely obscured by the sound of the waterfall. Judging from the behavior of the two people when they were talking, they seemed polite.
Feng Bujue really admires the magnanimity of these two people. You must know that Holmes at this moment is very aware of Moriarty's intentions. He also understood that he would soon face a life-and-death fight. And Moriarty, facing an opponent who destroyed everything for him, could still maintain his grace in the last moments before revenge, which is equally admirable.
The conversation lasted for several minutes. Later, with Moriarty's consent, Holmes took out a piece of paper from his arms and began to write on it. This was the last message he left for Watson. Not long after, Holmes finished writing the note and left the letter, cigarette case and cane on the narrow path.
Next. The two of them continued walking forward.
When Feng Bujue read this paragraph as a child, he deduced between the lines that the professor was armed (in the original text, when describing Moriarty's attack on Holmes, he wrote, "He did not pull out a weapon, but suddenly rushed towards me") . There was absolutely a pistol in his pocket, otherwise Holmes would not have gone to the waterfall.
But Mr. Conan Doyle. Moriarty never drew a gun from beginning to end. It can also be seen from here that he has a thorough understanding of the character's character.
If this plot had been in an American detective film in the 1980s, it would have been basicallya foul-mouthed villain pointing a gun at a tough-guy protagonist who always has a sullen face as he walks down a narrow street. The villain has clearly pulled out his gun. . You have to push and kick to get the protagonist to move forward obediently.
But the two characters in this book would never be so out of sorts.
?As two intelligent and well-educated gentlemen. There is no need to say everything, and there is no need to assume a tense posture. Now that I know you have a gun in your pocket and you know you have a gun in your pocket, let's have a calm and polite conversation and let's do whatever it takes.
"So far, it's no different from what's described in the book" Feng Bujue muttered while watching this CG-like scene: "But according to the style of this script there will definitely be some situations that are contrary to the original work. .¡±
His inference is very accurate
Not long after, Holmes and Moriarty came to the end of the narrow passage, and the latter suddenly burst out and launched an attack.
Moriarty's eyes were burning with hatred and anger. The criminal empire he had been running for many years was dismantled by Scotland Yard, and the detective in front of him was responsible for it all.
Holmes had already anticipated this development, and he immediately used his skillful fighting skills to deal with the opponent.
This fight wasn¡¯t very good-looking, it didn¡¯t have the kind of boxing in martial arts movies.There are beautiful movements of feet, and there is no bullet time and dazzling special effects in post-modern movies. More often, these two are just wrestling.
But this kind of fight is the most real. This is how it is in real life. In folk fights, wrestling with both hands is more practical than anything else.
"Well¡ª¡ª"
With a deep roar, Professor Moriarty fell into the waterfall.
And Holmes actually fell down with him
"Wtf" Feng Bujue couldn't help but say a classic curse word.
At the same time, the flames on the match finally burned Feng Bujue¡¯s fingers. A slight burning pain brought him back to consciousness, and the illusion in front of him disappeared.
In the dark living room, a wisp of white smoke rose faintly, announcing that the match had expired.
Feng Bujue threw the small 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 thinking, "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 swirled rapidly like a whirlpool: "In that In the virtual world, before "The Return" was written, Holmes was a dead man, a dead man who was buried in a waterfall with Moriarty"
The fourth message flashed through my mind.
"The narrative on pages 599-602 was written by the author a few years later in order to 'bring the detective back to life.'" Feng Bujue looked at the book again: "There are no cliff climbers, no attackers, no such 'Three people', no one." As he spoke, he actually tore the two pieces of paper off the book, "This is what you want to tell me, right? Moriarty."
"No, what I want to tell you is much more than that." A deep, mysterious voice responded.
This sound is like a mantra.
In one second, the scenery in front of Feng Bujue changed suddenly. He seemed to wake up from a dream and came to another place.
"Oham I the first?" Feng Bujue took a closer look and found that he was in a room with six sides white, with a suitable brightness of white light shining through the walls.
There was a wooden round table about four meters in diameter in front of him, surrounded by six chairs, and he sat on one of the chairs. And Moriarty was sitting across the table.
"Maybe the last one," Moriarty replied. His appearance and outline were consistent with those in the illusion just now, and at this time, his appearance was clearly displayed before Feng Bujue's eyes.
The professor looked to be in his fifties, and his face already had many grooves. In addition to the temperament of a scholar, there is something else between his eyebrows, which is a cold, evil, cruel quality.
"You meanthey will die in their own memories?" Feng Bujue said.
"Not necessarily, I'm just saying it's possible." Moriarty replied, his tone giving people a calm and reserved 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 smiled and replied, "Hey I deserve it."
"Look, this is one of the interesting things about you." Moriarty smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes. Those gray eyes looked straight into Feng Bujue's eyes like a beast staring at its prey, as if Can penetrate 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 and can hide your true inner thoughts."
"Oh? Is this your judgment?" Feng Bujue said: "Huh but have you considered the other two hypotheses?" He raised two fingers one after another and said: "First, I just have a bad mouth. That¡¯s it; secondly, I¡¯m a lunatic.¡±
Moriarty sneered. He leaned forward, put his elbows on the table, and crossed his fingers in front of his chin: "Excuse me, do you think I am a madman?"
"You? Haha" Feng Bujue replied with a smile. He raised his hands and held out one finger on each side: "This is madness, this is you." As he spoke, he stretched out his arms and put out two fingers. The distance is very far: "You and madness are like two ends of a straight line, as far apart as you want. In my opinion, you are so sane that it makes people feel boring."
"Then what do you think" Moriarty added: "How high is the success rate of pretending to be crazy and acting stupid in front of me?"
Feng Bujue spread his hands: "It doesn't cost anything to try."
"snort¡¡"
"Hehehe"?¡¡±
"Hehehe"
"Ha ha ha ha¡¡"
The two guys looked at each other across the table and started laughing for no reason, getting louder and louder, like two psychopaths.
It was Moriarty who stopped his smile first: "Welcome to the reasoning club, crazy."
"Can you invite your partner out?" Feng Bujue raised the palm of his right hand and gestured towards the chair next to Moriarty.
¡°Fu¡ª¡± a wisp of white smoke floated up, ¡°I¡¯m already here.¡± Another voice said.
But then, a tall and thin man holding a pipe, blowing smoke rings and walking lazily, walked out of the blind spot behind Feng Bujue. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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