[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

"You did your best, Holmes." Watson squatted opposite Sherlock, and suddenly said dryly.

"It's not like you, Watson." Sherlock said absently, stroking the pipe with his fingers, "Why are you talking to me in such a tone all of a sudden?"

"Maybe it's because we haven't sat and talked face to face in a long time, man to man."

"What do you mean, Watson? There are some things we have already discussed and need not repeat. I think the conclusion is clear..."

"But you have not drawn any conclusions, Holmes."

"We've discussed whether Mrs. Cormack's admiration was biased and whether Irene Adler or even I had any impulses and experiences in some way. What makes you think that the topic is not over, Watson? What good does it do you to recklessly reboot the subject? Readers may enjoy hearing you rave about the private lives of famous detectives, but I don't need any more female admirers. No, Watson, I know you want to press on, But I have already said my answer and don't want to repeat it because of your omission."

Watson's face was a little embarrassed, and he blew his beard and stared at him: "Holmes!"

"Please speak." Sherlock said lazily.

"Listen, Holmes, you are a real man, a young and strong man, and you will have feelings, and you must have... er, impulses. As your friend, well, I think it is the best thing to do. Good friend, I have reason to care about you. So, what made you the way you are?"

A smile flicked across Sherlock's lips: "...No one. Some things were doomed a long time ago, Watson."

Watson asked: "What's the matter?"

Sherlock just wanted to get rid of his partner's excessive curiosity at this time.He was about to answer, but suddenly heard a vague sound in the villa, followed by the howling of a dog.He was in a trance for a moment, and couldn't help muttering: "Red beard?"

"...Oh, my God..." At the same time, Watson turned his head to the opposite direction, dumbfounded, "Holmes, Holmes! Here, look there..."

A dim yellow light shines from a certain direction facing them, and the figure of the bride in white gauze looms in the light.Watson asked, "What should I do?"

"Let's talk to her." Sherlock said.He turned his head to look at the bride, and ran outside.

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Meanwhile, Moriarty was walking towards Mr. Cormack's bedroom.

Mrs. Cormack had indeed lost all affection for her husband.She spiked Mr. Cormac's tea today as usual, only with a dose of stimulants.Under the effect of the stimulant, Mr. Cormac felt that his thinking was clear, his spirit was active, and he was in a very good mood; but it didn't take long for the exhaustion accumulated in the past few days to reach its peak, which made him feel heavy sleepiness.He, who has been suffering from insomnia for days, was very pleasantly surprised by this, and even thought that what Moriarty said was right, he had just had a nightmare before — relying on this kind of self-deception, he fell asleep early today, without knowing his own What does the wife do after he sleeps.

It was a cold night, and Mrs Cormack stood at the door of the bedroom in only her nightgown, but she was not shivering at all.She was holding a dagger in her hand, but she looked extraordinarily calm.After seeing Moriarty, she took two steps forward and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Mr. Moriarty...you have always helped me, and I don't know how to express my gratitude."

"You don't need to be like this, I like to have a sense of participation, ma'am." Moriarty bowed politely, "But please allow me to raise the necessary doubts - you really have the strength to stab him in the heart with one blow Is it?"

A smile flashed across Mrs. Cormac's pale face: "Please don't ignore a woman's determination, sir... I have specially prepared this dagger for this purpose. Even if the stab is not in the right place, he will bleed to death. I can be sure This. But you, sir..."

Moriarty raised an eyebrow.Mrs. Cormack stared at him, and asked softly, "You, Mr. Moriarty... how did you come back from Reichenbach Falls alive?"

Things in front of him suddenly turned upside down.As if someone had stabbed a red-hot iron rod into his temple, Moriarty could only feel a sharp pain in his brain.He wanted to stretch out his hands to hug his head in pain, but found that his hands were tied behind his back.The color gradually became clear, and he found himself in an operating room, surrounded by pure white and strong light. Sherlock was lying naked on the operating table, and the blood hole in his left chest was particularly dazzling.

"Okay, Sherlock, you're going to die." The pain inside his skull was so severe that Moriarty couldn't think at all.He just half-kneeled on the ground, looking at the operating table close at hand. The body lying on it was thin and pale, lifeless. "Sherlock...you're going to die...then where am I?"

He staggered to his feet, trying to get closer.However, the chain behind him was tightening, pulling him into a dark abyss.Moriarty fell on his back, only to see Sherlock's face appear above him again.Those gray eyes were full of bewilderment, innocent as a child.He stretched out his hand and yelled at Moriarty, "Kim—!"

"……gentlemen?"

Mrs. Cormack gave a worried cry and looked nervously towards the bedroom.A moan escaped from Moriarty's lips.He staggered and stood up straight, the severe pain in his head still persisted, and his vision became blurred.It took a few seconds for him to barely focus his pupils, but he couldn't remember what happened before: "What's wrong with me?"

"You seemed to be passing out just now, sir." Mrs. Cormack kept looking at her pocket watch anxiously, "We have four minutes at most..."

"Four minutes," Moriarty whispered, "I forgot, it was just a dream."

"……gentlemen?"

"You are his wife, Louisa, and you can do this by yourself. You don't need any help at all except to lure Sherlock away." Moriarty looked at her and said softly, "Even if you Anyone can do it. Why me...why me?"

Mrs Cormac was completely bewildered: "... Moriarty!?"

"Because it's a dream, and Sherlock likes me to be involved." Moriarty laughed happily, concluding.He opened the bedroom door, where Mr Cormack stood sullenly.He stared at Mrs. Cormac sternly, and reprimanded: "I've been hearing you and my wife teasing here since just now. What is it that you have to talk about in the middle of the night? Mr. Brooke, I warn you again to stay away from me." Stay away from my family! If it is not because it is too late, I really hope you can get out of my manor immediately..."

"Mr. Cormac, Madam has something to tell you." Moriarty's smile remained unchanged, pushing Mr. Cormac to stand outside the door.Mr. Cormac was very angry: "—what? Louisa, you—"

His unspoken words turned into an angry howl of pain, and Luisa let go of her hand with a pale face, and quickly backed away.She did miss the point, and Mr Cormack still struggled.He staggered down the stairs and quickly disappeared into the darkness.But everyone knew that he would not survive.

Mrs Cormack stared absently into the darkness.Moriarty tidied her sideburns considerately, and whispered: "If I were you, my dear, all I should worry about now is how to get rid of the crime."

Mrs. Cormac was startled, then burst into tears, and nodded her head choked with sobs.

There were already hurried footsteps on the stairs.Moriarty tapped soundlessly and walked down the stairs on the other side.

He also had to go to Cormac, confirm his death; then wait for Sherlock to arrive...and give him a gift.

The author has something to say: This chapter is not well written. OJZ imagined several ways, such as A and Sherlock meeting directly, B peeping at Sherlock, and C walking according to the original work... Finally I chose D to play Brain hole big move TUT

OJZ worked hard to code words!