[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

First there was the sound of the wind, then the smell of gunpowder smoke, and then the sticky weird feeling spreading in the roots of the hair, as if something hit the ground with a "bang", followed by a bone-piercing pain.Moriarty snorted, feeling a bitter taste in his mouth, as if a light appeared in front of his eyes, making him obey the light and open his eyes.

... a faint light.

It was like a coffin, the lid of which had not been sealed, and the light came in from the gap on the side, thinly covering Moriarty's body.He stared quietly at the ray of light, and it took him a while to recall what happened just now—he put the pistol into his mouth and pierced his head.

Is he still alive?

The dead don't feel pain.Moriarty gritted his teeth, thinking.But a man who has had half his head shot off cannot be alive - he is sure he is dead, in the presence of Sherlock Holmes.So what's going on now?

Dying hallucinations?

Moriarty raised his hands, moving the heavy coffin lid in excruciating pain.

More light came out, and then the whistling wind.Moriarty felt cold.He sat up from the coffin, and what he could see were row upon row of buildings and a beautiful sky full of clouds.Next to it was the empty rooftop—he was standing here to confront Holmes.So what went wrong?

Moriarty was confused.He seemed to have experienced a long dream, which made the memories before the dream somewhat unclear.Could it be that everything before was just his fantasy?

He reached out and touched his head, the smell of gunpowder smoke still remained in his mouth, but the hole that should have been in the back of his head was gone.There was a puddle of coagulated blood on the ground not far away, which should be where he was before he died... The severe pain on his body could not find the wound, but his back was a little wet, with fresh moss sticking to it.It was as if he had fallen from some great height and lay on the rocks by the water.

The person who fell from the height should be Sherlock Holmes, and he, James Moriarty, had shot himself before seeing this scene.If it is not an illusion, this is the ending he arranged——

But now he was safe and sound, as if he had experienced something that he didn't know, but survived.

There are too many doubts to be resolved.Moriarty curled his lips unhappily. He didn't really want to know what was going on, but he wanted to know what happened to Sherlock Holmes—the bastard, so crisply when he finally shook off his hand.He wanted to let the other party see the scene of brains flying out at close range, but he could only leave a pool of blood on the ground - and the expression on Sherlock Holmes's face was by no means unbelievable or unexpected.He may have been a little shocked, because Moriarty's movements were so crisp - but not flustered.He must have envisioned this possibility long ago and prepared a way out.Sherlock Holmes, he's not dead.

Moriarty was not happy.He put on a childish gloomy face—come to think of it, he and Holmes were the two closest people in the world to each other, but it turned out that in this round of the game, he played the trump card early and Holmes didn't fall for it?For him and Holmes, the winner is the living... If there is no opponent to restrain each other, no one of them can easily control the whole situation.Sherlock Holmes will regain his name and become a well-known detective, and his Moriarty, his bones can only rot in John Watson's blog——

He did die.

Moriarty reached out and pushed the coffin lid, this time the wooden coffin lid was as light as plywood.He walked to the edge of the roof, opened his hands and fell, landing on the ground unharmed.Pedestrians walked past him, car horns sounded from time to time, and the whole world was noisy, but neither he nor Sherlock Holmes could be seen.

Is this a real world?

Moriarty fancied that there was an open inspection shaft on the ground, and a black hole-hole inspection shaft really appeared.Pedestrians walked over the hollow without even noticing that they were stepping on air.A few minutes later, two girls walked past the manhole talking and laughing, one of them fell in, but the other didn't notice, continued talking and laughing into the air, and gradually walked away.

Moriarty stuck his head down the manhole, and the girl had disappeared.He stayed on the side of the road and watched - 10 minutes later, he saw the same group of people and vehicles passing in front of him again.The girl who was with her was still the only one left, but as if she still didn't realize that her companion was gone, she repeated to the air what she said half an hour ago.

Moriarty's eyes were shining. He had found an interesting game.This is a regular world, and regularity means that it is not an illusion.Maybe he can find the reason for the existence of this world, and also find the reason for his own resurrection-and there is no doubt that whoever does not exist in this world is the creator of this world.

This person will not be his subordinate, because everyone who gets along with him is afraid of him; this person will not be Mycroft Holmes, because he lacks a reason to need himself; this person will not be John W. students, because although the doctor is good at shaking the pen, he lacks meticulous thinking and detailed memory...

Eliminate one by one, who else can be left?

Moriarty laughed.He walked to 221B Baker Street along the familiar street.Opening the door, there is Sherlock's famous soft hat hanging on the wall.Mrs. Hudson was busy in the kitchen, and the aroma wafted over.Moriarty wrinkled his nose and opened the refrigerator casually.He found a carton of milk and walked up to the second floor while sucking on a straw.

This is Sherlock Holmes' room - oh, and maybe that Dr. Watson.But there are more Sherlock Holmes shadows in the living room—the picture frame, the deer's head, the Persian slippers filled with tobacco, and the violin in the corner.Many books were piled up in a mess, perhaps in Sherlock's impression, the landlady hadn't had time to tidy up the room.Moriarty drank the milk, opened the window and threw it out, then swayed into Sherlock's room, and fell on the single bed.

What an uncomfortable bed, with Sherlock's own taste.Moriarty closed his eyes and hummed a light melody through his nose.

He came back to life in Sherlock Holmes' dream!

If Holmes himself knew this, what expression would he have made?

That must be much more interesting than the expression on his face when he saw himself committing suicide...more interesting...

The author has something to say: I watched the movie today... I was so excited... I couldn't help but dig this hole... Actually, I have a lot of stalks in my mind, but it seems very difficult to write... Originally I wanted to call it No.1 , I feel a little ashamed when I think about the following plot, although I keep saying that I want benzo marmosets, but...uh...

In short, I hope everyone supports!