Jasmine's whole body sank into the soft sofa, her eyes were unfocused, and she held a pair of rings in her hands. The rings were polished and shiny, obviously due to long-term caressing.
And this person is undoubtedly Sherlock. Jasmine’s thumb covered the ring and stroked it along the shiny area. As long as she thought of the extremely intelligent Sherlock who found the ring he had thrown away and still kept it on him, he thought
His slender fingers caressed the ring countless times, and Jasmine would have the illusion that maybe the relationship was not her wishful thinking, and that Sherlock Holmes had sincerely liked her at some point in time.
Tony left before dawn because of the Avengers matter. Jasmine could not contact Wanda and did not want her to return to the villa. Jasmine got up and walked to the French window. At this time, it had been 36 hours since Sherlock disappeared.
"Still no news from Sherlock?" Jasmine looked at the distant coastline without moving. The phone on the table turned on the speakerphone, and Mycroft Holmes was displayed on the screen.
Mycroft seemed to be extremely uncomfortable with communication methods such as mobile phones. His voice sounded a little awkward: "Not yet. Moriarty just gave you the engagement ring and no other actions?"
"Yes." Jasmine put her hand into her pocket unconsciously, touched the ring and then took it back.
"If you have any other clues, please notify me in time." Mycroft cut off the call neatly.
Jasmine sighed, picked up the gauze scarf on the sofa and wrapped it around her arms, and walked into the backyard of the villa. The villa was built on a cliff, and although the backyard had railings and other protective measures, there was actually a large area outside the railings for stimulation.
space.
Walking all the way to the edge of the clearing, an unusually strong wind blew up from below, forcing Jasmine to stretch out her hand to protect her scarf. The strong wind caused some pain to Jasmine's chin, and her long black hair flew upwards.
Jasmine slowly straightened her arms and spread her palms. She glanced at the calm sea, slowly raised her hands, and watched helplessly as the ring slowly fell from her palm and fell into the sea. Jasmine stood there and looked down at the calm sea.
The sea surface remained motionless for a while.
"I really didn't expect it." A man's sighing voice came from behind. Jasmine did not look back, "Molly, you can actually give up Sherlock. I thought you would never betray Sherlock no matter what happens."
"I didn't betray Sherlock." Jasmine chuckled, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Moriarty."
Moriarty climbed over the railing like Jasmine and stood at the edge of the open space without any protection. He stretched out his hand to Jasmine: "Maybe the two rings should be thrown away together. Do you need my help?"
Jasmine threw the other ring hidden between her fingers into the sea and looked directly at Moriarty's hand. Before Moriarty took back his hand, Jasmine took the hand and moved closer to him: "What do you want?
What to do?”
"I want to invite you to watch a play, a play that you can only watch once in a lifetime and will never forget." Moriarty smiled with a smile on his face, and his expression did not waver at all. He broke away from Jasmine's hand and took two steps back like a gentleman.
, keeping a safe distance: "Both Holmes and you think you can defeat me, but unfortunately this has never been true."
Jasmine also took two steps back and calmly held the hand/gun hidden under the scarf: "I don't think so."
Moriarty's eyes swept over Jasmine's hand, as if he was mocking her for not knowing her own abilities, but his expression remained calm.
"Where is Sherlock?" Jasmine held the gun in both hands, pointing the gun straight and steadily at Moriarty's face.
"Relax." Moriarty shrugged, seemingly not caring about the threat to his life. "Sherlock won't die for the time being. Don't you want to know the reason why he failed to return to Baker Street on the day of the engagement?"
Jasmine's hands didn't move at all, and she answered with the same cold expression: "I don't want to."
"Poor Sherlock." Moriarty shook his head with a smile, "No matter how many things you do, you can't get a beautiful heart back. How pitiful."
With her hand/gun pointed directly at Moriarty's sun**, Jasmine's face darkened: "Shut up!"
"Jasmine, you insisted on not killing anyone in such a difficult environment in the Triangle. If I could be the first person to die by your hands, it would be an honor for me." Moriarty looked around, "It seems like you
Already expected that I would come to find you."
After hearing Moriarty's words, the agents hidden around him did not move, and everyone's guns were pointed at Moriarty.
"Sure enough, you shouldn't underestimate Sherlock Holmes. Maybe I will be arrested here today. What a wonderful thing it is for this world to catch a bad guy like me." Moriarty smiled cleverly, his reaction
But Jasmine suddenly had a bad feeling.
The next second, Jasmine put away her weapon and wanted to leave the open space. The moment she raised her feet, Moriarty suddenly stepped forward and hugged Jasmine, throwing away the hand/gun at her waist. Moriarty brought
The huge impact caused Jasmine to fall out of the clearing together with him.
"You're crazy!" Jasmine yelled as she fell, desperately trying to counter Moriarty. However, if he could be easily subdued by Jasmine, Moriarty would no longer be the man standing at the top of Britain's darkness.
, and is no longer a comparable opponent to Shylock.
Jasmine held her breath and closed her eyes, waiting for the severe pain of hitting the sea. Unexpectedly, she hit a transparent obstacle in mid-air. Moriarty, who seemed to be floating in mid-air, reacted quickly and took out his hand/gun and pointed it.
Jasmine, a relaxed smile gradually accumulated in the corners of his eyes: "Welcome to my world, Jasmine."
Jasmine put her hands on the transparent barrier and lowered her head to see the calm sea. Only then did Jasmine realize that she had landed on the deck of an invisible spaceship. She did not expect that Moriarty could actually mobilize a ship with an invisibility system.
's spaceship.
"Be obedient." Moriarty came over and put his hand/gun on Jasmine's waist, forcefully supporting her to face the outside of the spacecraft.
"Mycroft Holmes, it's a pleasure to meet you in person." The spacecraft gradually ascended. Moriarty and Jasmine, who were standing on the deck, finally saw the agents standing in the open space and the people who were staring straight at the spacecraft.
Mycroft.
After noticing Jasmine's struggle, Moriarty pressed the muzzle of the gun harder against the soft flesh of Jasmine's waist without hesitation: "Beautiful girl, I don't want to hurt you, don't force me, do you understand?"
Mycroft looked surprised. The United States was not his sphere of influence after all, and he had not considered such a big omission. Thinking of Tony Stark's strange mood before leaving and the fact that Sherlock's life and death were still unknown, Mycroft's expression
More gloomy.
"Dear Mr. Holmes, with your permission, I am leaving." After Moriarty said goodbye politely, he whistled. After receiving Moriarty's signal, the spacecraft drove higher and higher, and Jasmine, who was being held hostage, watched helplessly.
Watching the villa getting further and further away from me.
The deck slowly folded up. After Moriarty cuffed Jasmine's hands, he turned around and walked inside first, while Jasmine had no choice but to follow behind him.
There was a man standing on both sides of the spacecraft. When they saw Moriarty's figure, the two men stepped forward respectfully. It wasn't until the two men approached that Jasmine could clearly see what the men were holding, the trays in their hands.
There were two goblets filled with red wine.
"Hey, Jasmine, cheers to our reunion!" Moriarty handed Jasmine a goblet, but his eyes were looking straight at the red wine shaking in the other glass.
Jasmine failed to answer. Without Moriarty's orders, a man put down the tray, walked up and punched Jasmine in the face.
"I'm so sorry, I forgot that your hands were handcuffed behind your back." Jasmine could hear Moriarty's pleasure, and Moriarty naturally didn't care at all about Jasmine's fierce glare and drank his own red wine.
When he finished, the wine glass was thrown away by him, and the other goblet containing red wine was put back on the tray.
Moriarty stepped forward and gently lifted Jasmine's chin. After seeing the bruises at the corners of her mouth, he said hypocritically: "Americans are so rude. A beauty like Jasmine was treated so mercilessly.
It really makes me feel bad.”
Jasmine couldn't do such a thing as spitting in Moriarty's face, so she pulled the corner of her mouth and hissed when he came closer.
Moriarty looked at Jasmine's wounds intently and stroked the blood at the corner of her mouth with his thumb. Moriarty suddenly approached Jasmine and licked away the blood from the corner of her mouth. Jasmine took this opportunity to raise her knees fiercely,
Moriarty avoided it in time, stepped back with a chuckle, picked up the goblet still filled with red wine, and approached Jasmine again.
But this time, Moriarty struck quickly and harshly. After grabbing Jasmine's chin, he poured red wine directly into her mouth: "We'll be here after waking up."
Before Jasmine could open her eyes, she heard a deafening cry. She stood up from the stone bed, and her clothes had become tattered. Jasmine looked around, and couldn't see a trace of sunlight. Only a weak light dimly illuminated the entire cave.
**.
There were many men standing outside Jasmine's room. The extremely excited expressions on their faces made Jasmine feel creepy. She held on to the wall and moved out little by little. This place felt like a triangle to her, which made her feel uneasy.
Consciously tighten up and maintain the best attack condition.
"Who can win today? You know it will finally be that damn man's turn tomorrow."
"No matter who wins, as long as he can deal with the man, I bet that man will definitely die tomorrow!"
Jasmine couldn't squeeze into the crowd and didn't dare to speak rashly. After hearing this conversation, she tried to stand on tiptoes, but she saw a man's eye sockets protruding from the strangle in the direction of Jasmine. She could tell that the man would soon die from suffocation.
Death. Jasmine's body shook and she couldn't hold on. She fell on the two men who had just spoken and was thrown to the ground the next second.
Screaming inwardly, Jasmine crawled up from the ground. Without trying to reason with the two of them, she turned around and ran away. The two men behind her followed them cursing. Jasmine was not familiar with the terrain here, and she was injured.
, the two men were getting closer and closer to her.
Suddenly a hand stretched out from the side and dragged Jasmine into a hidden corner. Jasmine's scream was also muffled in the man's hand. Amidst the violent heartbeat, Jasmine heard the man's footsteps outside gradually disappearing.
The bodies of the two people in the corner were close to each other. The man's arms formed a semicircle and he held Jasmine completely in his arms. The man's warm breath blew Jasmine's hair, making Jasmine move uncomfortably.
The man paused, lowered his head, and his lips brushed against the tip of Jasmine's nose, and a familiar deep voice sounded: "Don't move." (83 Chinese.83.)