[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

Fate tricks people, poets and philosophers know this, but only those who are fooled by fate can feel the deep powerlessness and despair.Mr. Cormac seduced the pure Emilia after marriage, and then abandoned her; Emilia, who returned to England, became pen pals with Mrs. Cormac by chance, and talked about each other's misfortunes, but did not know what caused their misfortune. Ben was alone... No, maybe Mrs. Raccoon Lady found out, so she didn't tell her friends before committing suicide.Maybe it was because of some kind of pity, or maybe she didn't want to make her friend's miserable situation worse... However, her girlfriend was so smart that she discovered her husband's unusual behavior before she could get over the grief of her death.With the combination of old and new hatred, Mrs. Cormack really has no reason to let her husband go.

And no one could doubt Mrs. Cormack's determination.The secret organization held a special meeting to discuss the method of trial Eustace Cormac.Mrs. Cormac could have settled the matter by herself, so Moriarty was not involved.They made suggestions one by one, and Mrs. Cormack affirmed and rejected them one by one, and added many details at the same time, and finally perfected a complete plan.

She did understand Mr. Cormac, understand his usual mental abuse｜control, and also learned about the dark side of his heart because of the correspondence with Emilia, so the plan was very thorough, without any flaws .In less than a week, if Mr. Cormack died, Louisa Cormack would inherit all his estate as widow with her son.

During this process, Moriarty was just a bystander.Like most meetings of the secret society he attended, he just sat quietly and listened without expressing his thoughts.But after the meeting, Mrs. Cormack found Moriarty: "...do you have any opinion on our strategy?"

"Of course, Mrs. Cormack... I don't think I should interfere with this kind of thing." Moriarty said with a half-smile, "Don't you already have a plan in mind?"

"Of course you can, Mr. Moriarty." Mrs. Cormack looked at Moriarty. "If it wasn't for your recommendation, I'm afraid it would not be so easy for me to do this. I had already done it before I came here." I have prepared myself for a long struggle to get these sisters to help me... But thanks to your help, this will be done very quickly. Please do not deny my thanks, Mr. Moriarty, I shall have a great Riches and a free life, let me repay you for that."

"...A smart lady, Mrs. Cormack." Moriarty said softly, "You see what I need. So, back to the original question, what is your hole card?"

"I heard, sir, that you have a special obsession with Sherlock Holmes." Mrs. Cormack said with a serious expression, but her words were extraordinarily bold, "But I don't think you're out to take revenge on him... I haven't seen that Mr. Holmes, but have heard of his reputation. Holmes was a genius with great pride in his own abilities, and you happen to be a smart man with pride and conceit. A man of intelligence and ability is bitter about another man, and if It's not because of women, it's because of the natural sense of matching at work..."

Moriarty couldn't help raising his hand: "...Excuseme?"

Mrs. Cormac was stunned: "...Sorry, I probably meant to say hostility?"

"Natural opponent... This description is really good." Moriarty's voice was a bit dry.He glanced at Mrs. Cormac, and adjusted the hem of his suit casually: "That's right, ma'am, please continue."

"...So, I guess you might want to compete with him, Mr. Moriarty." Mrs. Cormack said, "and I can just provide you with a battlefield... My husband Eustace knows Great Britain Senior officials of the government, including Mycroft Holmes, the elder brother of Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Excuse me, Mr. Moriarty, do you know anything about this Mr. Holmes?"

Of course Moriarty knew...he had even worked closely with Mycroft.He smiled and motioned for Mrs Cormack to continue.Mrs. Cormac said: "I'm just a suggestion, sir. If my husband is in some kind of unexplainable crisis, as a wife, I will go to his friends for help. Mr. Holmes, who has been following the bride's incident, will know the news." ?"

Moriarty laughed, covering his face with his palms: "Well, that's a good idea, Mrs Cormac...but I'm afraid you don't know much about Brother Holmes. Haven't you heard Cormac mention Mycroft? He's smarter than you think. You can't fool him, my dear . . . just do it. It's a good idea."

Mrs Cormack was in a daze.

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"...Sherlock? Sherlock! Can you hear me? Sherlock!"

"...death." Sherlock heard a strange voice whispering in his ear, "Sherlock is dying..."

It took him a long time to realize who the voice was.Sherlock's vision is full of white light and darkness.He couldn't see what was in front of him clearly, and he couldn't find the source of the sound. He only felt an indescribable pain in his chest.He trembled violently, and heard his own voice change tone: "...Why? Why do you never feel pain?"

"Oh... Sherlock, are you afraid of it?" The voice was hoarse and soft, setting off waves of tremors in his heart, "Fear of pain? No need to do this, pain is always there, Sherlock... But you use Don't be afraid of it. Does it hurt? Heartbroken? Lost? Sherlock, you forgot the most important answer..."

"...Sherlock... Holmes..."

Sherlock curled up his body hard, but he couldn't feel where the strength was used.Feelings of near despair suddenly burst out at the intersection of darkness and light.He murmured repeatedly: "Control...control...control...who are you!? Who are you!"

"Oh, Sherlock, it wouldn't be good to die quickly." The voice was full of disappointed malice. "You'll enjoy being dead so that no one will bother you! Come on, Sherlock, give him a hug, Let death kiss you softly..."

"... Holmes? Holmes! Can you hear me? Holmes!"

Sherlock woke up suddenly from his sleep.He was sweating profusely, his pajamas were soaked, and it seemed that the last illusion he saw from the light was still in front of his eyes... That figure almost made his eyeballs sting.He shook his head, trying to shake the grotesque dream out of him, when he heard the door slam open and John Watson come in angrily.

"I thought some misfortune had happened to you, Mr. Holmes," he said bitterly. "Why didn't the door open after I barked for so long? Even Mrs. Hudson couldn't find a way into your property. She told me Say you haven't been out of your room all day and night. Maybe you thought the deadbolt would be enough to stop me, but I'm not a character without lines! What, is it morphine?"

"I'll use cocaine if I have to," said Sherlock wearily, sitting up on the sofa. "I fell asleep. Shut up, Watson, and don't repeat useless words. Sit here, Hudson, please." Make some tea, my wife, and I'm going to change my clothes."

"How long has it been? You can really do it." Watson sarcastically moved the chair over.Sherlock walked into the room, closed his eyes, and tried to recover before opening the closet and changing into clothes suitable for meeting guests.

He had forgotten how he had changed out of these clothes and put on pajamas, but the sleep just now had not done him any good.Sherlock had to light his pipe and calm himself in the rising smoke.

By the time Mrs. Hudson brought up the visitor, the detective was back to normal work.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Cormac. I am Sherlock Holmes, and this is my colleague and assistant, Dr. Watson. I am sure you have heard about our situation from others, so please save time and explain your purpose directly. Bar."

"...Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes. I'm here to ask for your advice." Mrs. Cormack pulled back her skirt and sat down in front of Sherlock.

The author has something to say: Magic Te, a little goblin, a little goblin, the brain hole really has a magical expansion power xx I'm going to start tearing up the original work vigorously!

-1.21, fix a name bug