[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

The motive of the murder is not important, but the evidence that can prove the murderer's identity is important.Mrs. Kindy was full of enthusiasm for this work, and after reporting her insights to the Moriartys, she went out again to continue searching for available clues.

Grayson didn't come to the door today, and Moriarty wasn't in a hurry.On the contrary, Moran couldn't sit still. After receiving a letter from the club in the afternoon, he hurried out, leaving Moriarty alone in the living room, spending time with afternoon tea and books.

Today's London is also cloudy and the sun is not strong.The curtains in the living room were all drawn, and through the window, one could have a panoramic view of the depressing scene under the gray sky.The garden, which was neatly tended by the gardener, seemed to have lost its original color. It was gloomy, but it seemed much more harmonious with the dilapidated mansion opposite.

The maid half-kneeled in front of the fireplace, bending over to wipe the mantelpiece.It seems that she is not familiar with this job, she works clumsily and always makes some noises.Moriarty was sitting by the window, concentrating on reading a book, writing two strokes on paper from time to time.

The more absorbed he is, the more daring the maid's performance becomes.From the sound of rubbing at the beginning, it turned into the sound of knocking on chairs, and then into the sound of smashing things, accompanied by a few weird screams in the middle.But Moriarty didn't seem to notice it, and was immersed in the ocean of knowledge.The maid began to walk on her knees, her head bowed, picking up the broken china.She got under the table, and seemed to be about to pick up a piece of debris that fell between Moriarty's feet, when the sole of a slipper suddenly stepped on her forehead accurately.

The "maid" hugged Moriarty's instep nonchalantly, and kissed the exposed ankle with her head: "Okay, excellent observation skills."

Moriarty sneered, "A maid over six feet tall? Do you think I'm blind?"

Sherlock stared at him from under the table, his head wearing a wig and lipstick looked a little funny: "I just want you to find me."

Moriarty kicked him rudely: "I just don't want to see you."

Sherlock took off the hair tie resentfully, wiped off the lipstick on his mouth: "But you still found me. Oh, to be honest, Jim, you just want to see me, you miss me, you miss me like crazy gone."

Moriarty sneered, "What made you have such an arrogant fantasy?"

Sherlock grabbed his knees and blinked innocently: "You know I've been sneezing very easily these two days, John thought I had a cold, and almost poured enough medicine into my mouth to make an elephant unconscious .”

"...Get out, Sherlock Holmes!!"

Moriarty didn't bother to talk to him, but he still rolled his eyes in anger.He tried to stand up, but Sherlock roguely hugged his legs.Annoyed, Moriarty pulled out his wand from his pajamas pocket, and slapped Sherlock with Cruciatus.Severe pain came unexpectedly, Sherlock screamed in pain, his face changed horribly, and he hugged his head ferociously.

Moriarty stood up and walked towards the sofa: "If you want to die early, I really don't mind doing it for you, Holmes."

His voice was very indifferent, as if what he had just punished was just a small ant.Sherlock gritted his teeth and sat up, leaning against the wall, his forehead covered with sweat.It took about 2 minutes before he regained his strength, and his voice was tired: "How can you... still have magic?"

"Ha, you may have to ask yourself this. I'm not the creator of these worlds, so what does it matter to me?" Moriarty made an exaggerated surprised expression and spread his hands.

Sherlock sat quietly for a while, and suddenly laughed, his voice changed from low to high, carefree and dripping.Moriarty sneered, "What are you laughing at?"

"No, I just...discovered a little bit of luck in misfortune," Sherlock said intermittently, his voice trembling with laughter, "Thank you for Cruciating...thank you for beating, sweetheart...God...fortunately I'm not an M. I'm a pervert, a non-human, but I'm not an M, and that's a very lucky thing."

"...No one fucking cares if you are M!!" Moriarty roared angrily, as if something hot was spreading rapidly along his blood vessels, making him unable to calm down.He closed his eyes and exhaled angrily: "I thought our game was almost over? Shouldn't you be staying at John, Lestrade, Mycroft... whoever's home to analyze the whole case at this time passed?"

Sherlock looked at him with bright and focused eyes: "Ah, yes, John and the others are indeed very good objects to show off, and I may use this to save another game with Mycroft, but... I think I will always If I want to find someone to share the fruits of my victory, of course it can't be someone else, it can only be you."

"Wow, I'm so surprised, wow. I'm going to be overwhelmed by happiness." Moriarty shook his head and looked at him tenderly, "Is this a confession or courtship? I'm going to be moved, I can't wait Now fly to the sky and announce this perfect love to the whole world. How many girls' guides have you memorized? Do you think this might be useful to a 33-year-old mature man?"

"...actually 36 years old." Sherlock whispered.

"I don't want to tell you to get out again." Moriarty sighed, "I really want to kill you with one shot, but if you don't want to die, I can't send you out of this world. Okay, Let's talk about the conditions? How can you let me go?"

"I thought we had reached an agreement in the last world?" The smile on Sherlock's face gradually faded.

"What agreement? Boyfriend? Don't dream about it, we're just lovers at best!" Moriarty said briskly, "I know you want to return to reality, and I don't mind staying in this illusory world forever .We each take what we need, and I think this is what we agreed on."

Sherlock looked at Moriarty with a complicated expression: "Jim—"

"No, no, please call me Mr. Moriarty." Moriarty said politely, "Maintaining a sense of distance can help us calm each other down."

Sherlock tore off the wig annoyedly: "Damn it, I am now... If I really want to return to reality so much, I shouldn't appear in front of you now!"

"You should appear in front of me, lest I attack John, Lestrade or Mycroft after you disappear." Moriarty said softly, "You made the right choice, Baby Sherlock ~Now how about discussing 'A Thousand Ways to Die Sherlock Holmes'?"

"...I'm not sure." Sherlock clenched his fingers tightly, with a rare trace of pain in his voice, "I'm not sure if I can really leave or continue to fall into the next dream after death... Why would I Into these worlds? Because of near-death hallucinations? Because I went deep inside myself and saw you? Maybe you're right, maybe I didn't deal with Magnussen, I was killed by Mary, the body is still there On the operating table, the soul is trapped in the cracks of thinking. Maybe I keep going deep into myself just to escape reality? Because I know that a second in my thinking may pass slowly, but as long as I return to my body, maybe I can still Before I could open my eyes, my heart stopped beating...Maybe I was just racing against time to count the humble time to come...to be with you."

He smiled self-deprecatingly: "Why do I fall in love with you? After you die, the sky of the whole world turns pale... But if I die, Sherlock Holmes's departure forever won't make you feel any pain .You're no better than me, but you have a heart of stone. Jim...are you real? Maybe you're just my need, a phantom in my heart, maybe you're just because of me The great desire appeared in my thinking world. But I was afraid of you. I locked you up and locked you up like a beast, so that you could not move. I was afraid that once I was weak, I would no longer be able to control you, because you would never Accept any control. But you control me, every moment, every moment, every shadow... But this is the weapon I gave you, I willingly put on the shackles, and urged you to strike... My enemy is still myself. "

Moriarty looked at him blankly.He thought he was going to be very angry, maybe pounce on Sherlock and break Sherlock's neck, because every word that came out of that damn mouth sounded so angry... But he was still able to calmly talk to Sherlock. Locke said, "Surprise. I thought you'd never realize this."

"After all, I always feel so good about myself?" Sherlock smiled wryly, "I've thought about it for a long time... This is too difficult a choice. I may leave you, but reality may mean death, but even if I stop the game , maybe you will never marry me..."

He spread out his hand, and in the palm lay a brilliant sapphire ring.

The author has something to say: [Puff out smoke rings quietly.gif]

The next chapter has been written, more than 3000 words... I just won’t post it, I won’t post it, la la la.

[smiling quietly]

Thanks to Wu Chu for the one landmine that can't be eaten and the two named waste mines!Full of emotion, what?

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