Reichenbach Falls, located in the mountains of Meiringen, Switzerland.◎◎
On both sides of the waterfall, black coal-like rocks stand. There is a huge fissure 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 were like thunder, and the thick and swaying water curtain lasted for a long time.
Sounding continuously.
The rapids poured into the abyss, and the water splashed high, just like the smoke from a house fire. The turbulence and noise made people dizzy. The waves hitting the black rocks 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 came to this place.
perish together.
Of course, Holmes later came back to life under the author's writing, while Professor Moriarty was buried here forever.
"What 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 froze 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 has been blurred, making it difficult to see his specific appearance, but Feng Bujue is still very sure that this is Sherlock Holmes.
, because the other man next to him is obviously over fifty years old (Holmes is set to be born in 1854, and in the last case, his age is about forty years old).
And that man about fifty years old is naturally Professor Moriarty.
The two men had some conversation on the narrow path, and the content of their conversation was completely obscured by the sound of the waterfall. Judging from the behavior of the two men during the conversation, they seemed polite.
Feng Bujue really admires the magnanimity of these two men. You must know that at this moment, Holmes is very clear about Moriarty's intentions. He also understands that he will soon face a life-and-death fight. And Moriarty, facing
It is also admirable that an opponent who has destroyed everything for him can still maintain his grace at the last moment before revenge.
The conversation lasted for several minutes. Then, 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.
Then, 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 is 100% chance that he had a pistol in his pocket, otherwise Holmes would not have gone to the waterfall.
But Mr. Conan Doyle never wrote about Moriarty drawing a gun from the beginning to the end. It can also be seen from this that he has a thorough understanding of the character's character.
If this plot was in an American detective film in the 1980s, it would basically be like this...a foul-mouthed villain points a gun at a tough-guy protagonist who always has a sullen face as he walks down a narrow street. The villain has obviously already pulled out his gun.
. You still 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 be in a tense posture. Since I know you have a gun in your pocket, and you also know that you have a gun in your pocket, let’s
Just have a calm and polite conversation, and then 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 destroyed by Scotland Yard, and the detective in front of him had to be 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 was not very good-looking. It didn't have the beautiful punches and kicks of martial arts movies, nor did it have the bullet time and dazzling special effects of post-modern action movies. Most of the time, these two were just wrestling.
But this kind of fighting is the most real. This is how it is in real life. Folk fights involve wrestling with both hands, which is more real than anything else.
"Well--"
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. The slight burning pain brought him back to his senses, 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 Final 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 climbs, no attackers, no such
'Three people', not a single one." As he spoke, he 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.
The sound was like a mantra.
In one second, the scenery in front of Feng Bujue changed suddenly. He seemed to have woken up from a dream and came to another place.
"Oh...am I the first?" Feng Bujue took a closer look and found that he was in a room with white on all six sides, and white light of suitable brightness shone through the walls.
In front of him was a wooden round table about four meters in diameter, surrounded by six chairs. He was sitting on one of the chairs. Moriarty was sitting opposite the table.
"Maybe it's the last one." Moriarty replied. His appearance was consistent with that in the illusion just now, and at this time, his appearance was clearly displayed in front of 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 was something else between his eyebrows, which was a cold, evil, cruel quality.
"You mean...they 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 replied with a smile, "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 were like a beast staring at its prey, looking directly into Feng Bujue's eyes, 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 all; secondly, I'm a madman."
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 said this, 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 simply 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……"
"hey-hey……"
"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 Mystery 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 wisp of white smoke floated up, "I'm already here." Another voice said.
But I saw a tall, thin man holding a pipe, blowing smoke rings and walking lazily, walking out of the blind spot behind Feng Bujue.
