[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

Moriarty carefully planned his death.Needless to say in the real world, I accidentally had too much fun and left too suddenly, and there was no time to arrange anything; but in this dream world, Moriarty had seriously considered how to arrange for his right-hand man Moran Yes...well, Moran will definitely be devastated when he finds out that he accidentally killed his boss with his own hands. I hope those checks can comfort his wounded heart a little bit?

As for the kingdom of crime, Sherlock, there's not much to say.because……

"I am sin."

Moriarty murmured, opening his eyes in the morning light.

"Your Majesty, my majesty, it's time for you to get up." A somewhat hoarse female voice said briskly in French, "Do you still like the air in the north? Oh, I almost like it here, Lance is really beautiful I heard that Paris is even more majestic and magnificent, with many places of interest...Your Majesty, have I opened the curtains?"

There was a rustling sound for a while, and more brilliant sunlight penetrated from the edge of the curtain.Moriarty half-closed his eyes and saw the figure of a woman.She was dressed in a splendid dress, and her skirts and hair were so glittering, and so many gems and pearls, that it was almost impossible to see her features.Before the woman came over, he half sat up with his arms propped up, his eyes swept over the environment he was in, and he was startled for a moment.

—an ornately carved four-poster bed, with low drapes, huge windows on the left, and sumptuous furniture on the right.The floor is covered with intricately patterned carpets, the walls are hung with embroidery and oil paintings, the vases are filled with tulips and white lilies in full bloom, and the leather-covered "Bible" and silver candlesticks are placed on the table...

He got out of bed and walked to the window.A picture scroll of the Middle Ages slowly unfolded in front of him. Under the blue sky was a stretch of buildings, gardens, towers, castles... a brocade-like river crossed his line of sight, and a piece of low-rise buildings loomed on both banks.He lowered his head and saw that he was wearing a large white pajamas, with golden lilies embroidered on the cuffs and hem.The feeling of stepping on the carpet is real, and what he sees is also unheard... So, where is he?

"Your Majesty?" the female voice called out cautiously, "Do you want to call the maid in? I'm afraid the abbot of St. Remy has already left. The Archbishop of Reims hopes to personally lead you into the church..."

Moriarty raised his hand.These are a pair of familiar hands, white and strong fingers, the skin has begun to rough due to the years... These are his hands, not the illusory body obtained in the dream, but the hands that really belong to him... …He touched his belly, pinched the soft flesh on his waist—it was so strange, it was exactly the same as in reality, could it be that he got back his own body when he traveled again?

"……His Majesty?"

"Bring a mirror." Moriarty said, continuing to inspect his long-lost body.The mirror was quickly handed over, followed by a pair of worried eyes.Moriarty took the mirror, and under the sunlight, a pale face came into view.

Not so delicate, not so young and feminine.There are already a few streaks of silver in the black hair, and there are fine wrinkles around the corners of the eyes...

Appreciating this much calmer face, Moriarty asked casually, "Who am I?"

"Louis Bourbon, my lord."

/

In a fine weather, King Louis XI of France completed his coronation ceremony in Reims Cathedral.Although the land of France was still divided, and although many of the princes who should have been present were absent, the people felt sincere joy at his enthronement.The bells and chimes rang together, white doves flew up, and the people of the whole city were celebrating the coronation of Louis XI.

Louis XI... Or, Moriarty, the mood right now is also very strange.

He was once revered as the Napoleon of the criminal world, a spider weaving a criminal network, once broke into a museum, wearing a royal robe, wearing a crown, holding a scepter, and sat on the throne with his legs crossed indifferently, but he never thought about it. I hope that one day I will really be crowned in the church as an emperor majestically, and receive the love and blessing of my subjects under the sun.He has always been the leader of crime, but now he leads a country... It is amazing that as an Englishman, he became the king of France; and what is interesting is that in history, Louis XI had a nickname called "Almighty" spider".

This identity is simply too suitable for Moriarty.At the age of 38, the ambitious king of France had a rebellion in his principality and aggression from neighboring countries outside. The queen had just given birth to his eldest daughter, and his younger brother was eyeing the throne...

Touching the shining jewels on the crown, Moriarty laughed wantonly.

Very... challenging.

What could be more fun than having the Napoleon of crime rule an empire?

/

England, British Isle, Yorkshire.

The mansion of the Duke of York, which had been quiet for many years, ignited raging flames today. There were sounds of fighting, crying, and cursing... The thick bloody smell was mixed in the smoke and drifted in all directions, as if to announce to people what happened in this place. Tragedy in the mansion.

"... Go, mother! Clifford is here! Go!"

"Stay here, adults, hide for a while!"

An angry roar came from afar: "Gorse——!"

"Edmund! Richard!—"

"—go, mother! We'll follow!"

The figure on the horse disappeared into the darkness. Edmund took his brother's hand and ran towards the woodpile: "Go, go, Richard, let's hide there first!"

Sherlock: "...where?"

"Shh!" Little Zhengtai solemnly raised her finger, beckoning him to whisper, "Come on, squat down!"

Limping behind the woodpile, Sherlock squatted down with Mrs. Xiaozheng: "...I'm Richard? Are you Edmund?"

"Shut up, Richard! Now is not the time for witty words!" Edmund said vigilantly, watching the outside through the cracks in the pyre, "Hush!"

The sound of heavy footsteps came gradually, and soon, a figure in armor and holding a long sword appeared at the door of the firewood room.

Sherlock: "...I don't think the place you chose is very good? Doesn't this place hide people at first sight?"

Edmund covered Sherlock's mouth angrily, watching every move of the comer with bated breath, but because he got too close, he accidentally knocked down a small wooden block.The sound of the log falling to the ground became extremely loud at this moment, and they saw the comer turn around suddenly and start to approach the woodpile.

Edmund's hands were trembling, and he clutched his brother's sleeve tightly, not even daring to breathe.Fortunately, the visitor seemed to be a little puzzled. He glanced at the small space before turning around and leaving.

After hearing the creaking sound of the trap door, Edmund finally breathed a sigh of relief, put down his hands and began to complain: "Richard! Can you understand our situation? Facts have proved that my choice is correct. If I didn't hide here, We've been caught by Clifford a long time ago."

"...I'm more concerned about another issue now," Sherlock forced a smile, "Why am I a lame hunchback?"

He raised one stiff leg, rolled up his sleeve to reveal his shriveled left arm, and touched the bump on his back.It has always been a normal person's appearance, and suddenly entered a deformed body. Even if the activities are not affected, it is always a bit awkward psychologically.

Edmund glanced at him in amazement: "How do I know? You have been like this since I was born. They all say that the mother was cursed by the devil when she was pregnant, and the dog barked when you were born. The night owl screamed, the strong wind knocked down the trees, your mother gave birth to you with difficulty, you fell to the ground with your feet first, and you had all your teeth when you were born - roar!" He opened his eyelids and made a grimace.

Sherlock: "..."

"Let's go find my sister, maybe we can find some horses." Edmund said, standing up and walking outside, "I'm going to see..."

Before Sherlock could stop him, Edmund let out a short cry of surprise.A black figure rushed over suddenly, strangling him by the throat.

"Ah, look, isn't this the son of the abominable Duke of York?" The attacker said in a disgusted tone, "Your father killed my father, go to hell!"

Edmund looked at the pitch-black pile of firewood begging for help, and said in a trembling voice, "I am so insignificant, I am not worthy of your anger... Please seek revenge from the adults and let me live!"

Sherlock mouthed and gestured quietly to him.Clifford didn't see the person huddled in the shadows, and said coldly: "You don't need to pray, poor child. My father's blood is rumbling in my ears. What you say now is in vain."

Edmund saw Sherlock's gesture clearly, and knowingly began to pretend to struggle, leading Clifford to turn around together: "Then let me pray—let me pray before I die!"

"Pray? Your father killed my father. I will feel a lot of suffering when I see anyone in the York family until I kill this cursed line - I feel like I am in hell!" Clifford grinned. He pulled out the dagger and pressed it against Edmond's throat, "So, now..."

Holding the dagger, Sherlock pounced on it silently. He grabbed Clifford's helmet with his shriveled left arm, and the dagger in his right hand cut into the shoulder armor. Clifford fell backwards.Caught off guard, Clifford let go of his hand in pain, and Edmund scrambled away, picked up his dagger and rushed forward.Before Sherlock could react, the boy slit Clifford's throat, and blood spattered.

Sherlock pushed the corpse away with difficulty, and stood up with Edmund's hand: "You killed him?"

"Otherwise, are you still waiting for him to come and kill us?" Edmund said naturally, "However, you actually came to save me. I should thank you, brother."

Sherlock wiped the blood from his face and looked down at the body.It was a young face, but his throat was slit, and he died with regret.

Look at himself again, he looks like a child, his right leg is stiff, his left arm is shriveled, and his back is unnaturally bulged. You don't need to look to know how unattractive this face is...

He suddenly laughed.

"That's right." He whispered, "I don't kill people, so why wait for others to kill me?"

The author has something to say: Xia: Actually, I am more concerned about whether my name is Richard Brooke now? ? ?

[Spitting out a smoke ring in the balls] I originally thought that I could start writing as long as I made up the drama... I never expected that I would be stunned... I had to organize the information from the beginning [Smoke ring.avi] The result In the end, I found out that the play and Shakespeare's original work and history have diverged again... So I had to make a lot of second settings on the basis of the play [smile of madness]

And then... um... this volume is really frenzied... Be mentally prepared~ [Honey Smile]

I will go out to play for a few days, so the next chapter will be updated in the manuscript box, and it will be broadcast on time at 8.8 pm on August 8.8th~8.10 will resume normal updates~

Thanks to Wu Chu Can't Eat, Chu Yanshang, and the three little angels named Fei for mine~Thanks to Feng Jingnan for the grenade memememe! ! !I love you guys~=3=Sweet kisses as usual, here is 233333, let’s have a scallion-flavored, all-purpose spider-flavored kiss today, so spicy~[shenmegui! ]=3=

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