Chapter 316 Invasion of Brain Cells (Twenty-Three)

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Reichenbach Falls, located in the mountains of Meiringen, Switzerland.

On both sides of the waterfall, there are coal-like rocks. There is a huge crack at the mouth of the valley, and the river flows in from here.

The crack below gradually narrows, and the milky, boiling water flows straight into the bottomless ravine, and a torrent flows down from the gap. The continuous green waves are like thunder, and the dense and swaying water curtains make a long-lasting sound.

The torrent pours into the abyss, and the water splashes high, like the smoke from a house fire. The turbulence and the noise make people dizzy. The waves hitting the black rocks also make a rumbling sound like a roar.

Feng Bujue always felt that this was a very unlucky place. In the real world, Conan Doyle was born here to kill Sherlock Holmes. In the virtual world, a generation of criminal giants and the god of detectives died here together.

Of course, Holmes later came back to life in the author's pen, while Professor Moriarty was buried here forever.

"What on earth is this for me to see..." Feng Bujue stared at the flowing water of the waterfall, overlooking the dark abyss, as if he was about to be sucked in.

The burning time of that match was much longer than expected. If the little girl selling matches really had a box of such matches, she probably wouldn't have frozen to death, and she would have no problem staying up all night.

"Oh, come on..." In Feng Bujue's sight, two figures walked onto the narrow path.

One of them was the famous detective Sherlock Holmes. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall and slightly thin. His face was blurred, and it was difficult to see his specific appearance, but Feng Bujue was still very sure that this was Holmes, because the other man next to him was obviously over 50 years old (Holmes was set to be born in 1854, and in the last case. He was about 40 years old).

The man in his 50s was naturally Professor Moriarty.

The two had some conversations on the narrow path, and the content of the conversation was completely covered by the sound of the waterfall. Looking at the behavior of the two during the conversation, they seemed polite.

Feng Bujue really admired the demeanor of these two people. You know, Holmes at this moment was very clear about Moriarty's intentions, and he also understood that he would soon face a life-and-death battle. And Moriarty, facing an opponent who destroyed everything for him. He was still able to maintain his demeanor at the last moment before revenge, which was also admirable.

The conversation lasted for a few minutes, and 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 words he left for Watson. Not long after, Holmes finished writing the short message and left the letter, cigarette box and cane on the narrow path.

Then. The two continued to walk forward.

When Feng Bujue read this passage as a child, he deduced from the words that the professor was armed (the original text described Moriarty's attack on Holmes as "he did not draw his weapon, but suddenly rushed towards me"). He definitely had a pistol in his pocket, otherwise Holmes would not have walked towards the waterfall.

But Mr. Conan Doyle never wrote about Moriarty drawing his gun from beginning to end. From this, we can also see that he has a very good grasp of the character's personality.

If this plot were in an American detective film in the 1980s, it would basically be... a foul-mouthed villain pointing a gun at a tough protagonist who always had a stern face and walked forward on a narrow road. The villain had clearly drawn his gun. He had to push and kick the protagonist to make him walk forward obediently.

But the two characters in this book would never lose their composure like this.

As two wise and well-educated gentlemen, there is no need to say everything. There is no need to be on edge. Since 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 then we'll do what we should do.

"So far, it's no different from what's described in the book..." Feng Bujue muttered as he watched this CG-like scene: "But according to the style of this script... there will definitely be some situations that are inconsistent with the original book."

His inference was very accurate...

Not long after, Holmes and Moriarty came to the end of the narrow road, and the latter suddenly jumped up and launched an attack.

Moriarty's eyes were burning with hatred. The criminal empire he had run for many years was destroyed by Scotland Yard, and the detective in front of him was responsible for all this.

Holmes had long anticipated such a development, and he immediately used his skilled fighting skills to deal with the opponent.

This fight was not very good-looking. There were no beautiful punches and kicks like in martial arts movies, nor bullet time and dazzling special effects in postmodern fighting movies. Most of the time, these two were just wrestling.

But such a fight is the most real. This is the case in real life. When people fight, they will wrestle with their hands. It is more real than anything else.

"Uh--"

With a low roar, Professor Moriarty fell into the waterfall.

And Holmes fell with him...

"wtf..." Feng Bujue couldn't help but say a classic swear word.

At the same time, the flame on the match finally burned Feng Bujue's fingers. The slight burning pain made him come 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 piece of burnt matchstick on the coffee table and stood up to turn on the light.

"He's dead..." Feng Bujue sat back on the sofa, frowned and thought: "Yes, he's dead!"

Brother Jue suddenly realized: "When writing "The Final Problem", Conan Doyle really wanted to end the story of Sherlock Holmes, and the ending was to die together." The information in his mind spun rapidly like a whirlpool: "In that virtual world, before "The Return" was written, Holmes was a dead man, a dead man who was buried in the waterfall with Moriarty..."

[Irrational things are not necessarily obvious. 】

The fourth message flashed through his mind.

"The description on pages 599-602 was written by the author several years later to bring the detective back to life." Feng Bujue looked at the book again: "There is no climbing the cliff, no attackers, no 'three people', no one." As he said, he tore the two pieces of paper from the book, "Is this what you want to tell me, Moriarty?"

"No, I want to tell you much more than that." A deep, mysterious voice responded.

This voice was like a spell.

In a second, the scenery in front of Feng Bujue changed suddenly. He seemed to wake up from a dream and came to another place.

"Oh... am I the first one?" Feng Bujue looked closely and found that he was in a room with six white walls, and the walls were all shining with white light of appropriate brightness.

In front of him was a wooden round table with a diameter of about four meters, surrounded by six chairs, and he sat on one of the chairs. And Moriarty was sitting opposite the table.

"Maybe the last one." Moriarty replied. His appearance was the same as in the previous vision, and at this moment, his face was clearly displayed in front of Feng Bujue.

The professor looked to be in his fifties, with many wrinkles on his face. In addition to the temperament of a scholar, there was something else between his eyebrows, which was a cold, evil, and 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 gave people a calm and restrained feeling, "They are all smart people, but you... are more different."

"Ha... Professor, I guess you have also asked the magic mirror who is the most handsome man in the world." Feng Bujue smiled and replied, "Ah... I don't deserve it."

"Look, this is one of the interesting things about you." Moriarty smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes. The pair of gray eyes stared straight into Feng Bujue's eyes like a beast staring at its prey, as if they could penetrate a person's soul. "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, which can conceal your true thoughts."

"Oh? Is this your judgment?" Feng Bujue said: "Huh... But have you considered the other two assumptions?" He raised two fingers one after another and said: "First, I just talk nonsense and Already; second, 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'm a lunatic?"

"You? Hehe..." Feng Bujue smiled and replied, he raised his hands and showed a finger in each hand: "This is madness, this is you." As he said, he stretched out his arms and pulled the distance between the two fingers far away: "You and madness are like the two ends of a straight line, as far as you can go. In my opinion, you are so rational that it makes people feel boring."

"Then what do you think..." Moriarty said again: "How high is the success rate of playing crazy in front of me?"

Feng Bujue spread his hands: "Try it and it doesn't cost money."

"Hmph..."

"Hehe..."

"Hehe..."

"Hahahaha..."

The two guys looked at each other across the table and started laughing inexplicably, laughing louder and louder, like two psychopaths.

Moriarty was the first to stop smiling: "Welcome to the Reasoning Club, Feng Bujue."

"Can you invite your partner out?" Feng Bujue raised his right hand and gestured to the chair next to Moriarty.

"Fu——" A wisp of white smoke floated up, "I'm here." Another voice said.

Then, a tall and thin man holding a pipe, blowing smoke rings and walking lazily, walked out of Feng Bujue's blind spot. (To be continued...)