The Collection of The End

——Marvel, 2015——

clock tower.

"You disappoint me so much, Holmes. It's a rare opportunity to explore the nature of the world. You actually just play around like those brats who just received the admission notice. I have said long ago, don't get along with ordinary people." Being secretive will only make you mediocre."

Moriarty did not deliberately avoid Sherlock. After noticing that he was chasing him, he just took a few steps back and found a deserted alley to wait. Then, when Sherlock arrived, he slapped his face and mocked him.

Compared with those children who are wearing modern clothes, looking around and making noises, and they look like Hogwarts students at first glance, Moriarty's exquisite pure black robes, elegant peaked hat and calm demeanor make him perfectly blend into the clock. The environment of the tower - except for the height.

"The nature of the world?" Sherlock automatically filtered out those meaningless words.

"What? After facing a monster like 'Jörmungandr', you didn't become curious about the nature of the world and the universe? Instead, like other students who buried their heads in the sand, you thought that things would be over in the past. Anyway, there are professors Deal with the principal?" Moriarty lowered his lips: "I can't anyway. I don't allow myself to encounter dangers without knowing their origins and how to deal with them. Don't say you don't think so."

"Of course I'm a little curious, but the way of exploration may be different from yours. I prefer to analyze based on what the 'adults' have taught us, rather than putting myself in danger without guarantees." Sherlock pressed his chest. There was a "time stone" contained in a pendant he randomly selected.

Lungominiad, the Time Stone, and the Eight Stone Soldier Formations. These props or abilities are obviously far more powerful than the magic learned at Hogwarts. They should be important means to deal with enemies that may appear in the future, but if you want to do this, It is still too difficult to infer the existence form of the enemy.

"Really? Then what did you and those boy scouts analyze from..." Moriarty paused: "The pet shop, the newsstand, the dessert shop, the travel agency and the broom house?"

"Since when did you follow me?"

"Since you made the big fuss in the wand shop...answer my question!"

"The conclusion is..." Sherlock shrugged: "The 'Magic Dimension' is a 'hub' that connects multiple worlds at the same time. People and things from different worlds meet and exchange here. As long as they master the method, everyone can easily reach it. Here, it is more difficult, or basically impossible, to go from 'one world' to 'another world' without permission, so the principal can rest assured and let students come by themselves - where have you been? ?”

"Compared to those ordinary stores with few clues, after I finished my work, I went directly to the 'bank' and the 'magic shop' to fully analyze the differences in currencies and specialties between different worlds. Did you know that their exchanges are unlimited? If it wasn't inconvenient to operate, I would have added a lever." Moriarty replied.

"Do you think people in other worlds don't understand finance? Even from these few sentences, I can think of things like 'currency' and 'specialties' that have little value in different worlds," Sherlock Touching his chin: "So, have you discovered the 'essence of the world' or the 'unknown threat'?"

"I was looking for it before I met you," Moriarty said: "There can't be only such a street in the magic dimension. I'm trying to find ways to go to other places besides the 'Clock Tower', and those things are not shown to us. , must be closer to the essence of the world.”

"I don't think that's a good idea..." Sherlock thought of the windows that would definitely be closed after the "Zeppelin Train" started: "Rush contact with that world may cause irreversible damage to us."

"'Irreversible'? Huh?" Moriarty crossed his arms and raised his chin towards Sherlock.

Does he mean his "reflection" and "clone" abilities? But the former should leave no trace...

"So, you have really found it?" Sherlock pressed the "Time Stone" on his chest.

"Of course, I just lack a strong helper to open the channel with me." Moriarty gestured to the still noisy "Grand Strategy Shop": "Use your ability to 'turn into two', and one of you can take care of it. Those children, one of them will go exploring with me."

"That--"

"That's not a good idea.]" A hoarse and magnetic female voice sounded.

"who?!"

Completely unaware that anyone was eavesdropping, the two men simultaneously pulled out their wands and pointed deeper into the alley.

"Don't be nervous, Moriarty Kaecilius, Holmes Strange," a figure slowly emerged from the air: "I'm just a prisoner, you can call me 'The Ancient One Ashesone'."

It was a slender woman wearing a khaki monk's robe and a hood. After she revealed her figure, she slowly took off her hood, revealing a face full of knowledge and wisdom and...a bald head.

"I heard that the 'Scarlet Witch' will imprison some super-powered criminals that SHIELD can't deal with into 'Azkaban'," Moriarty said without relaxing at all: "But I don't know that that place will still be occupied. prison Break."

"Well..." Sherlock always felt that the lady who called herself "Prisoner" called them a bit weird, but he couldn't tell what was weird: "What do you want to tell us? Ms. Ashes"?

"The world is a stage, and everyone is a role in it. The more cheers and applause a 'role' gets, the more likely it is that he will get a chance to appear in the next performance," the bald woman said nonchalantly: "And if a 'role' gets cheers and applause," The character left the stage early. Even if the stage was renovated to show the charm of the new character, she could only watch from the audience. Moreover, since she was no longer a 'character' but became an 'audience', she had no interest in the 'script'. No matter how deep the understanding is, it cannot be conveyed to the 'characters' who need to know it.】"

"Well...well..." Sherlock tried his best to analyze something useful from these words full of metaphors and hints, but because there were too many missing clues, the classic stage play in which "Prisoner" appeared was also not available. I couldn't tell what she was talking about.

"I think you have any suggestions for us trying to explore the 'magic dimension' through unconventional means?" Moriarty stared at her: "You can just say it."

The woman sighed, shook her head, put on her hood again, and retreated into the shadows of the alley, leaving only one sentence of unknown meaning:

"Those who advance with the fire will eventually meet their destined death."

"...She's warning us not to play with fire?"

"perhaps."