Twenty minutes earlier …
Holmes walked past Feng Bujue and sat down in the chair next to the professor. He placed his cigarette box on the table. "How did you deduce that the professor has a partner?"
Feng Bujue smiled. "There are six seats here, aren't there?"
"Just based on that?" Moriarty asked.
"Isn't that enough?" Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair and spread his hands. "Your pursuit of order and precision has become instinct. How can there be meaningless things in your 'inner world'?" He tapped the table twice with his finger. "Theoretically speaking, if all four of us travelers from another world are here, including you, there are only five of us. So why is there a sixth chair? Simple, because there is another person. "
"Then how do you know that the person who comes to the table must be the professor's partner and not another guest?" Holmes asked again.
"Because I guessed that the person who came was you," Feng Bujue replied.
"Fuh —" Holmes blew out a smoke ring. "You learned from the magic mirror that the professor is the boss here. After seeing the image, you deduced that the professor and I are in this space. " He paused. "I can understand that, but why do you think the professor and I are partners?"
"He's right," Moriarty said. "Usually, people think that we are sworn enemies."
"Both of you are dead," Feng Bujue said. "What do you mean by 'sworn enemies'?"
"Oh … Go on," Holmes said with a smile.
"The relationship of 'old enemies' is built on the basis of mutual respect and acknowledgment. Therefore, sworn enemies … are something that can only be found by chance. " Feng Bujue said. "Comparatively speaking, the relationship of friends is easier to manage. You just need to understand each other and tolerate each other's bad habits."
Feng Bujue looked at the two of them. "You two are sworn enemies, not enemies. Of course, there was indeed hatred between the two of you, but after you die … it no longer exists. " "Birds of a feather flock together in this world. Putting aside your identities as a criminal consultant and a consulting detective, you are two very similar people. If conditions permit, the possibility of you colluding with each other is very high."
Moriarty's expression did not change. He said coldly, "If your choice of words could be a little more elegant, I would not be able to resist clapping for you."
Feng Bujue pursed his lips, refusing to comment.
"Then … how did you deny the existence of the 'Brain Dimension'?" 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' Who are the spiritual hosts of these two spaces'?" Feng Bujue smiled. "The moment he said that, there was no need for me to ask."
"Your brain, your rule." Feng Bujue looked at the professor and said, "Obviously, in the world you constructed, I am limited." He was referring to the fact that he could not use his inventory. "None of the things I 'brought' into this world can be used." As he spoke, he took out a folding knife from his pocket and placed it in front of him. "And when I returned to my own memory, not only could I use the things I already had, but I could also use the things 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 these two worlds, it should have nothing to do with actual physical phenomena. Otherwise, the things in my pocket would have been lost in the rapid flow of the waterfall." Feng Bujue put his hands behind his head. "In my memory, those things are wet only because of the water in the bathtub."
"Hmm … not bad," Holmes said. "But it is not completely accurate."
"I would like to hear more," Feng Bujue said.
Holmes replied, "Let the professor … tell you that."
Moriarty looked straight at Feng Bujue and said in a deep voice, "This is not my own mental world, but a space composed of collective wills." He adjusted his collar. "Mr. Holmes and I are just stronger than the other wills here, so we have taken the lead and become the dominators of this space."
"I see." Feng Bujue said, "Then I wonder if I can make a hypothesis … If I can be stronger than the two of you mentally, even if it's just for a few seconds, I will become the dominator here?"
"Yes," Moriarty replied in a gloomy tone. "You can try it at any time." He sneered. "As long as you master the rules of this space and can surpass me in terms of will, then you can make me pop like a balloon with a snap of your fingers."
"Then … what is the 'rule' of this space?" Feng Bujue asked.
"That will be up to you to figure out," Moriarty replied.
While they were talking, a figure suddenly appeared on the chair next to Feng Bujue. It was none other than Hong Hu.
"Hmm … This is …" Hong Hu saw the personal mission that was ticked off and understood immediately. "This is the seventh floor?"
"Welcome to the Detective Club," Feng Bujue said to Hong Hu before the professor could say anything.
"Brother Feng …" Hong Hu looked around. "Who are these two?"
"Oh? You don't know? " Feng Bujue pondered. "So … the memory space that we experience is different."
Hearing that, Hong Hu asked, "Brother Feng, did you not meet Peter Pan?"
"I ran into things like magic mirrors and succubi," Feng Bujue said.
Hong Hu sighed. "Sigh … I had a conversation with a balding uncle who called himself Peter Pan about life for half an hour."
"Huh?" Feng Bujue was also stunned.
"He said that he left Neverland and chose to grow up. He found a job, got married, had a child, paid his mortgage, paid his insurance … Then he talked about the financial crisis and the rise of oil prices …" Hong Hu's eyes were filled with fear. "For some reason, the more I listened, the more hopeless I felt …"
"Oh, you sure are unlucky." Feng Bujue said. "I'm much better. First, it was the magic mirror. It told me that I was the most handsome person in the world. Then I killed Cinderella's stepmother and the spirits of the two sisters. Finally, I had sex with a succubus."
After hearing that, Hong Hu felt like he had been stabbed in the back.
"Haha! Actually, I was just making it up. I just wanted to see your reaction. "Feng Bujue laughed.
"I'm warning you, don't add me as a friend after the scenario ends," Hong Hu said coldly and expressionlessly.
"Hmm … Hello, both of you." Moriarty cleared his throat.
Feng Bujue seemed to have just remembered the existence of the two bosses. "Oh, right, right, I forgot to introduce them." He turned to Hong Hu. "This is Professor James Moriarty." He gestured with his hand. "The one smoking the pipe next to him is Mr. Sherlock Holmes."
"Oh! Nice to meet you. "Hong Hu really wanted to walk over and shake their hands.
"Don't move." The moment Holmes said this, he reached out and flicked his pipe. His careless action caused Ambitionist to be pushed back into his seat by an invisible force.
"I'm not done yet." Feng Bujue continued. "The professor is the boss here, and Mr. Holmes is his partner."
Hong Hu's brain seemed to short-circuit for a few seconds before he finally gave the answer. "Is that so …"
"Yes, that's right," Feng Bujue said.
"Everyone, since four of us have taken our seats," Moriarty said. "Let the game begin."
"What game?" Hong Hu asked.
"It's a game that the professor and I came up with together. It's a pastime for the Detective Club," Holmes said.
"I wish to ask, how many members are there in your club?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Currently, there are only the two of us," Moriarty replied.
"Don't tell me the other members have all died in this pastime?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Haha …" Moriarty laughed. Words were not needed.
"Feng Bujue, you arrived earlier than Ambitionist, so you should make the first move," Holmes said.
At the same time, the professor snapped his fingers, and a stack of neatly stacked cards appeared on the table.
"Wow, that's a good thing," Feng Bujue said sarcastically.
"This game requires the participation of at least two people who know the 'truth', and on this table, the ones who know the truth are me and Holmes," Moriarty explained. Moriarty explained, "In the pile of cards in front of you, there are four types of cards: Hint, Question, Conjecture, and Presumption. The newcomers will need to enter the game with Hint. "
"So, I have to draw a Hint card now?" Feng Bujue asked.
"No, you don't need to use your own hands to choose the card." As Moriarty spoke, the cards on the table spread out on their own and covered the entire table.
"Fu —" Holmes continued. "The Hint cards have been given to you. There are five of them."
Once he said that, Feng Bujue and Hong Hu understood instantly that he was referring to the five messages that they had received earlier.
"When you were moving around in the memory space, you should have encountered situations that matched these hints," Holmes said. "Every time you encounter a situation, it means that one of the hints has been used." He paused for two seconds before continuing. "And for the remaining sentences, each of them means that you have to draw a Hint card."
"Sounds like this card is not a good thing …" Feng Bujue did not finish.
Moriarty cut him off. "Read it out loud, and you'll understand."
"Drink? Who's afraid of who? " Feng Bujue slammed on the table. "Use a smile to welcome the tragedy, and use one hundred times the courage to face all the misfortune." Once he said that, a Hint Card automatically moved before him.
"That's quite high-tech." Brother Bujue flipped the card over. "I've picked it up. What's wrong with it?"
Moriarty and Holmes did not speak. They either sneered or smoked.
Seeing that they did not respond, Feng Bujue's gaze fell on the card.
On the front of the card, there was a clown's face printed on it.
Almost as soon as their eyes met, the card fell from Feng Bujue's hand. And his hand involuntarily reached for the folding knife on the table …
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