Jim Moriarty was originally living a stable and boring high school life in another world. After suddenly traveling through time, not only did I find that there were many smart people (good and bad) around me, but I also had an entire "Sherlock Holmes" spoiled.
He was in high spirits and wanted to cause trouble.
"This is the energy of young people." Jim Moriarty gave himself a five-star rating, "come on, play with me."
Life is short, and if you don't find something sweet and long to make up for it, how can you have fun.
"Are you serious?" Irene Adler held a cigarette between her fingertips, her face hazy by the smoke showing a rare expression of unpretentious shock, "Do you think Ice Man Mycroft Holmes is sweeter? Or that the famous British virgin consulting detective is taller?"
Jim marveled at the Queen's wonderful additional reply. Jim applauded.
Seeing Moriarty's superheroes and super villains flying together, and the detectives and criminals having the same color mobile phone address book, the Queen, who is good at candy and whip skills, had mixed feelings.
"Sweetheart, if you don't control your strong desire to role-play, you will really fall over."
It doesn't take much, as long as the blocking group is not set when sending any dynamic message, it is enough for this criminal master to drink a pot.
The criminal who consulted was very confident: "It's okay, it's stable!"
Yes, this kind of complete and complete self-confidence is also an excellent quality worth protecting in young people.