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twenty minutes ago...
Holmes walked past Feng Bujue, came to the chair next to the professor and sat down, and put his cigarette case on the table, "How did you deduce that the professor has 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 against the back of the chair and spread his hands: "Your pursuit of order and precision has become an instinct, how can there be meaningless things in your 'inner world'?" object?" He tapped the table twice with his fingers: "Theoretically speaking, if all four of us travelers from other worlds come here, including you, there are only five people in total, so why should there be a sixth card?" A chair? Simple, because there is one more person."
"Then how do you know that the person who came to the table must be the professor's partner, not another guest?" Holmes asked again.
"Because I guess, the person who came is you." Feng Bujue replied.
"Fu—" Holmes blew a smoke ring: "You learned from the magic mirror that the professor is the boss here. After watching that video, you deduce that the professor and I are in this space." He paused For a moment: "I can understand that, but why do you think the professor and I are partners?"
"He's right," Moriarty went on. "Usually people think we're sworn enemies."
"Both of you are already dead." Feng Bujue said, "Why don't you agree with each other?"
"Oh... go on," Holmes said with a smile.
"The relationship between the 'old enemy' is based on the mutual respect and recognition of the two people. Therefore, the old enemy... can be met but not sought." Feng Bujue said: "Comparatively speaking, the relationship between friends is very difficult. It's easy to run, just get to know each other and put up with each other's vices."
Feng Bujue looked at the two of them left and right: "The two of you are old enemies, not enemies. Of course, you did have hatred, but after you die... that will cease to exist." He said: "In this world, like attracts like. Leaving aside your identities as a criminal consultant and a consulting detective, you are two very similar people, and if conditions permit, there is a great possibility of collaborating."
Moriarty's expression remained unchanged. He said coldly, "If your words can be a little more elegant, I can't help but applaud you."
Feng Bujue curled his lips, noncommittal.
"Then...how did you get the 'brain space' matter?" 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, whether the second question is 'the spiritual hosts of these two spaces Who are they?" Feng Bujue laughed and said, "The moment he said this, I didn't need to ask."
"Your
brain, your
rule." Feng Bujue looked at the professor and said, "It is obvious that I am restricted in the world you built. "He was referring to the unusable things in the luggage bar: "None of the things I 'brought' into this world can be used. While speaking, he took out a pocket knife from his pocket, put it in front of him and said, "And when I return to my memory space, I can not only use the items I have on me, but also use those items I got from you. of. I think... it's because the things I get in this world also become part of my 'memory'. "
"As for the space transfer between these two worlds, it should have nothing to do with the actual physical phenomenon, 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 pocket In the memory space, those objects are only wet because of the water in the bathtub."
"Well... not bad." Holmes said: "But it's not entirely accurate."
"I would like to hear the details." Feng Bujue said.
Holmes replied, "The professor will tell you this."
Moriarty looked directly at Feng Bujue, and said in a deep voice, "This is not my spiritual world alone, 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 occupies the dominance, thus becoming the ruler of the space.”
"So that's how it is." Feng Bujue said, "I don't know if I can make such a hypothesis... If I can be stronger than the two of you mentally, even if it is only for a few seconds, I will Became the leader here?"
"Yes." Moriarty replied with 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 will, then you snap your fingers." Just make me pop like a balloon."
"So... what are the 'rules' of this space?" Feng Bujue asked.
"That's up to you to figure it out," Moriarty replied.
While they were talking, a figure suddenly appeared on the chair next to Feng Bujue, it was either Honghu or someone else.
"Well... here is..." Honghu immediately understood when he saw the personal task that was ticked off in the task bar: "Is this the seventh floor?"
"Welcome to the Reasoning Club." Feng Bujue said to Honghu before the professor could speak.
"Crazy brother..." Honghu looked around, "Who are these two?"
"Oh? You don't know?" Feng Bujue murmured: "So... the memory space that each of us experiences is different."
When Honghu heard this, he asked, "Crazy brother, haven't you met Peter Pan?"
"What I met was a magic mirror, a succubus..." Feng Bujue said.
Honghu let out a long sigh: "Hey... I talked with a bald uncle who called himself Peter Pan about our lives for half an hour."
"Ah?" Feng Bujue was also stunned.
"He said that he left Nevernd (Neverland, also translated as Neverland, Illusionary Island, etc.), chose to grow up, found a job, got married and had children, paid mortgages, paid insurance... Later he talked about the financial crisis, oil prices Rising..." Honghu's eyes were full of fear: "I don't know why, the more I listen to it, the more I feel that life is hopeless..."
"Oh, you're really unlucky." Feng Bujue said, "I'm much better. First, the magic mirror told me the fact that I'm the most handsome person in the world. Then I killed Cinderella. The ghosts of my stepmother and two older sisters finally had a fling with the succubus."
After Honghu heard this, the only feeling he had was that he had been stabbed.
"Haha! Actually, I was talking nonsense, I just wanted to see your reaction." Feng Bujue laughed.
"I warn you, don't add me as a friend after the script is over." 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 OSSs over there, "Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce." He turned to Honghu and said, "This is Professor James Moriarty." He gestured with his hand : "The one next to him smoking a pipe is Mr. Sherlock Holmes."
"Oh! It's a pleasure to meet you." Honghu really wanted to go over and shake hands with them.
"Don't move." The moment Holmes said this, he stretched out his hand and flicked the pipe. His inadvertent action caused Honghu to be pushed back to his seat by an invisible force.
"I haven't finished yet." Feng Bujue continued what he said just now: "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 already four people seated." Moriarty said at this moment: "Let the game begin."
"What game?" Honghu asked.
"It's a little game that the professor and I invented together, as a pastime at the meetings of the reasoning club," Holmes said.
Feng Bujue said: "I want to ask, how many members are there in your department?"
"For now, it's just the two of us," Moriarty replied.
"Couldn't the other members die in this pastime?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Hehe..." Moriarty smiled, everything was kept silent.
"Unconsciously, you are here before Honghu, so let you go first." Holmes said.
At the same time, the professor snapped his fingers, and a stack of neatly stacked cards appeared on the table out of thin air.
"Hey~ There are such good things." Feng Bujue said sarcastically.
"In this game, at least two people who know the 'truth' must participate, and on this table, the ones who know the truth are me and Holmes." Moriarty explained: "In the pile of cards in front of you, there are [Hint], [Inquiry], [Conjecture] and [Presumption] four cards. New entrants need to use [Hint] to enter the game."
"So, I have to draw a [Hint] now?" Feng Bujue asked.
"No, you don't need to pick cards with your hands." As Moriarty spoke, the pile of cards on the table spread out by itself, covering the table in a scattered manner.
"Fu—" Holmes continued, "[hint] has been given to you, and there are five sentences in total."
As soon as these words came out, Feng Bujue and Honghu immediately understood that they were referring to the five previous messages.
"When you are active in the memory space, you should have encountered situations that match these hints." Holmes said: "Every time you encounter it, it is considered that one hint has been consumed." He paused for two seconds, then continued : "As for the remaining sentences, each sentence means that you have to draw a [hint] card."
"It sounds like this card is not a good thing..." Feng Bujue didn't finish his sentence.
Moriarty interrupted: "Read a sentence, and you will understand."
"Drink? Who is afraid of whom?" Feng Bujue patted the table: "Use a smiling face to meet the tragic misfortune, and use a hundred times the courage to deal with all these misfortunes." As soon as the words were spoken, a [Hint] card was automatically removed. to his face.
"It's quite high-tech." Brother Jue reached out and flipped the card over, "I picked it up, what's wrong?"
Neither Moriarty nor Holmes spoke, sneering and smoking.
Seeing that they didn't respond, Feng Bujue's eyes fell on the card.
On the front of this card, a clown's face is printed.
Almost the moment their eyes met, the card fell from Feng Bujue's hand. And his hand involuntarily stretched out to the pocket knife on the table... (.
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