Holmes walked past Feng Bujue, came to the chair next to the professor, sat down, and put his cigarette case on the table, "How did you infer that the professor had a partner?"
Feng Bujue smiled: "There are six seats here, aren't there?"
"That's all?" Moriarty asked.
"Isn't that enough?" Feng Bujue leaned back on his chair and spread his hands: "Your pursuit of order and precision has become a function. How can there be any meaninglessness in your 'inner world'?
Object?" He tapped the table twice with his fingers: "Theoretically, if all four of us travelers from other worlds come here, including you, there are only five people in total, so why is there a sixth one?
Chair? It’s very simple, because there is another person.”
"Then how do you know that the person coming to the table must be the professor's partner and not another guest?" Holmes asked again.
"Because I guess the person who came is you." Feng Bujue replied.
"Fu" Holmes blew out a smoke ring: "You learned from the magic mirror that the professor is the boss here. And after watching the video, you deduced that the professor and I are both in this space." He paused for a moment.
: "I can understand this, but why do you think the professor and I are partners?"
"He's right," Moriarty continued: "People usually think that we are sworn enemies."
"Both of you are already dead." Feng Bujue said, "Why don't we share the same fate?"
"Heh...go on." Holmes said with a smile.
"The relationship of 'rivals' is based on mutual respect and recognition between two people. Therefore, old enemies... can be encountered but cannot be sought." Feng Bujue said: "Relatively speaking, the relationship of friends is not
It's easy to run, just get to know each other and tolerate each other's bad habits."
Feng Bujue looked around at the two of them: "You two are old enemies, not enemies. Of course, you did have hatred, but after death... it will no longer exist." He said: "In this world, birds of a feather flock together.
. Putting aside the identities of criminal consultant and consulting detective, you are two very similar people. If conditions permit, it is extremely possible for you to work together."
Moriarty's expression did not change, and he said coldly: "If your words could be a little more elegant, I can't help but applaud you."
Feng Bujue curled his lips, noncommittal.
"Then... how do you reason about the 'space in the brain'?" Holmes asked again.
"The magic mirror told me..." Feng Bujue replied: "Before I asked the second question, the magic mirror couldn't wait to ask me if the second question was the spirit of these two dimensions.
Who are the hosts?" Feng Bujue smiled and said, "The moment he said these words, I no longer had the need to ask."
"Yourbrain, yourrule." Feng Bujue looked at the professor and said, "Obviously, in the world you built, I am restricted." He was naturally referring to the fact that the luggage compartment cannot be used: "I 'brought'
Nothing in this world can be used." As he spoke, he took out a folding knife from his pocket, put it in front of him and said, "And when I return to my memory space, not only can I use what I have
You can also use the items I got from you. I think...this is because the things I got in this world have also become part of my 'memory'."
"As for the spatial transfer between the two worlds, it should have nothing to do with actual physical phenomena, otherwise the things in my pocket would have been lost in the rapids of the waterfall." Feng Bujue put his hands behind his head and said, "In my
The reason why those items in the memory space are wet is just because of the water in the bathtub."
"Hmm... That's right." Holmes said, "But it's not entirely accurate."
"I would like to hear the details." Feng Bujue said.
Holmes responded: "Let the professor tell you this..."
Moriarty looked directly at Feng Bujue and said in a deep voice: "This is not my own spiritual world, but a space composed of collective will." He straightened his collar: "Mr. Holmes and I,
It’s just stronger than the other wills here. So it takes the lead and becomes the ruler of the space.”
"I see." Feng Bujue said: "Then I wonder if I can make such an assumption... If mentally, even if it only takes a few seconds, I can be stronger than the two of you, I will
Will he become the leader here?"
"Yes." Moriarty replied in a gloomy tone: "You can try at any time." He sneered: "As long as you master the rules of this space and can surpass me in willpower, then you can just snap your fingers
Just make me pop like a balloon."
"So... what are the 'rules' of this space?" Feng Bujue said.
"That's something you have to figure out for yourself," Moriarty replied.
While they were talking, a figure suddenly appeared on the chair next to Feng Bujue. Who could it be if it wasn't Hong Hu?
"Well... this is..." Honghu saw the personal task that was checked off the task bar and immediately understood: "Is this the seventh floor?"
"Welcome to the reasoning club." Feng Bujue said to Honghu presumptuously before the professor could speak.
"Crazy brother..." Honghu looked around, "Who are these two?"
"Oh? You don't know?" Feng Bujue pondered: "So... the memory space experienced by each of us is different."
When Honghu heard this, he asked: "Crazy brother, haven't you met Peter Pan?"
"What I encountered was a magic mirror, a succubus and the like..." Feng Bujue said.
Honghu sighed: "Hey... I talked about life there with a bald man who called himself Peter Pan for half an hour."
"Ah?" Feng Bujue was also stunned.
"He said that he left Neverland (Neverland, also translated as Neverland, Nothingness Island, etc.), chose to grow up, found a job, got married and had children, paid mortgages, and paid insurance... Later he also talked about the financial crisis,
Oil prices are rising..." Honghu had a very fearful look in his eyes: "I don't know why, the more I hear about it, the more hopeless I feel in life..."
"Oh, you are really unlucky." Feng Bujue said: "I was much better. First it was the magic mirror. It told me the fact that I was the most handsome person in the world in a subtle way. Later I even killed Cinderella.
The ghosts of my stepmother and two sisters finally had a fight with the succubus."
After hearing this, Honghu's only feeling was that he had been stabbed.
"Haha! Actually, I was just making this up, I just wanted to see your reaction." Feng Bujue said with a smile.
"I'm warning you, don't add me as a friend after the script ends." Honghu said coldly with no expression on his face.
"Uh-huh... you two." Moriarty cleared his throat.
Feng Bujue seemed to have just remembered the existence of the two bosses over there, "Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce them." He turned to Honghu and said, "This is Professor James Moriarty." He gestured with his hand.
Then: "The man smoking the pipe next to him is Mr. Sherlock Holmes."
"Oh! Nice to meet you." Honghu actually wanted to go over and shake hands with them.
"Don't move." The moment Holmes said this, he reached out and flicked his pipe. His inadvertent action caused Honghu to be pushed back to his seat by an invisible force.
"I haven't finished speaking yet." Feng Bujue continued what he just said: "The professor is the boss here, and Mr. Holmes is his partner."
Honghu's head seemed to be short-circuited for a few seconds, and his final response was: "That's it..."
"Yes, that's it." Feng Bujue said.
"Everyone, since there are four people seated now." Moriarty said at this time: "Let the game begin."
"What game?" Honghu asked.
"It's a little game that the professor and I invented together as a pastime during the Mystery Club gatherings," Holmes said.
Feng Bujue said: "I would like to ask, how many members does your department have in total?"
"For now, it's just the two of us," Moriarty replied.
"Did all the other members die in this pastime?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Haha..." Moriarty smiled, saying nothing.
"Mad Bujue. You arrived before the swans, so it's up to you to make the first move," said Holmes.
At the same time, the professor snapped his fingers, and a stack of neatly stacked cards appeared out of thin air on the table.
"Oh~ there are such good things." Feng Bujue said sarcastically.
"This game must involve at least two people who know the 'truth', and on this table, the people who know the truth are Holmes and I." Moriarty explained: "In the card pile in front of you, there are
There are four types of cards: [Hint], [Ask], [Speculation] and [Presumption]. New entrants need to use [Hint] to enter the game."
"So, I have to draw a [Suggestion] now?" Feng Bujue asked.
"No. You don't need to pick the cards." As Moriarty spoke, the pile of cards on the table spread out on its own, spreading all over the table.
"Fu" Holmes continued: "[The hint] has been given to you, there are five sentences in total."
As soon as these words came out, Feng Bujue and Honghu instantly understood that this was referring to the previous five messages.
"When you are moving in the memory space, you should have encountered situations consistent with these hints." Holmes said: "Every time you encounter it, it is considered that one hint has been consumed." He paused for two seconds and continued.
: "And each of the remaining sentences means that you have to draw a [Suggestion] card."
"It doesn't sound like this card is a good thing..." Feng Bujue didn't finish his words.
Moriarty interrupted: "Read it and you will understand."
"Drink? Who is afraid of whom?" Feng Bujue slapped the table: "Welcome the tragic misfortune with a smile, and deal with all these misfortunes with a hundredfold courage." As soon as the words were spoken, a [Suggestion] card was automatically moved.
arrived in front of him.
"It's quite high-tech." Brother Jue reached out and turned over the card, "I picked it up, what's going on?"
Neither Moriarty nor Holmes spoke. They sneered and smoked.
Seeing that they didn't respond, Feng Bujue's eyes fell on the card.
On the front of this card, there is a clown's face printed on it.
Almost the moment his eyes came into contact, the card fell from Feng Bujue's hand. And his hand involuntarily reached for the folding knife on the table... (To be continued...)
