[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

Moriarty was silent.Sherlock's lips gradually moved away from his fingers, kissing lightly all the way up the back of his hand.He kissed with unprecedented concentration and gentleness, without the slightest desire; it was also unprecedentedly patient and meticulous, like a believer prostrating, with fiery lips full of devotion.He was not tall enough when he kissed his forearm, so he simply climbed onto Moriarty's neck and fell to the ground together.He fell on Moriarty, kissed his Adam's apple, bit off the button, and pulled out a silver chain from under the collar.A ring hangs heavily from the chain, the blue gems gleaming.

Sherlock pulled off the ring, took Moriarty's hand, and carefully threaded it back onto his finger.Moriarty closed his eyes and let himself be manipulated.Sherlock kissed him on the lips suddenly frantically, his tongue eagerly intruding, Moriarty still seemed unconscious, not even breathing in the slightest.

A burst of panic hit his heart, and Sherlock suddenly stood up.He dragged his legs and walked quickly around the room. After walking for a long time, he stopped and swept away a vase with his hand: "Moriarty!"

The vase fell on the thick carpet without breaking.The lilies and clear water in the bottle spilled all over the floor, and the water pattern stained the color of the carpet and slowly spread to the surrounding area.

"How clever... Sherlock." Moriarty said softly, "You don't need to explain anything, you can understand it yourself."

"Shut up!" Sherlock yelled.He stopped beside Moriarty, knelt down suddenly, hunched over, and approached Moriarty's face: "Are you going to convince me of your determination to end the game?"

"You might as well torture yourself to see what your true thoughts are." Moriarty said calmly, "Human thoughts are the most complicated, and the thoughts of geniuses are the most grotesque among all complicated thoughts. I thought I I guessed you, but unfortunately I was wrong. You also thought that you were smart enough, rational enough, and mastered all your thoughts, but in fact, your thinking palace has long been out of your control...Why am I not dead?"

"Because I don't want you to die!"

"What are you talking about? You think it's because I don't want to die. Because in your perception, death is equivalent to separating you and me, you... me." He looked at Sherlock, raised a finger, and tapped gently on the Sherlock's chest, "But you never know what I think. You panic to know what I really think, because you have already guessed wrong once. From the rooftop, you have lost, a big loss, no Then there's 'me'. Yeah, you guessed wrong again. You cling to being alive because there are too many things you can't give up, but I'm dead and nothing can stop me. You? You don't Confidence in my place in my heart. You have no idea, even if I love you deeply, I will choose death without hesitation. 'James Moriarty, died at the age of 33', I can Saying that my life was not in vain, I ended my life contentedly, and willingly surrendered my soul to the devil, you may have reasons to stop me, but you can't stop me."

"Unless I die with you?" Sherlock said shyly.

"What do I want you dead for, Charlie? It doesn't make any sense. You live if you love to live, and you die if you love to die. I just think it's time to end, so, 'Boom—!'"

He simulated a gunshot and raised his index finger.As if he was really shot, Sherlock turned over and lay on his back on the ground: "...No, no, this is not what you thought."

"Then feel free to guess what I think?" Moriarty walked towards the fireplace and poured a cup of tea from the pot: "Would you like a cup?"

"No, thank you. I'm afraid you'll splash it on my face with a shake of your hand." Sherlock looked at the ceiling and folded his hands: "You don't have any ideas, you've been following my ideas to fuel the flames. No matter how many reasons you give, you can't hide the real reason why you brought me here—you need me. But after seeing me, you started to panic again."

"Smart boy." Moriarty smirked and spilled a cup of tea on his pants, "Did you expect this?"

Sherlock sat up with difficulty: "Out of nine possible scenarios. It's not hot at all, and you still love me."

Moriarty was silent for two seconds: "...there is fresh firewood in the fireplace, do you want me to roast you today?"

"No...but," Sherlock paused, hesitantly said, "Don't you think I'm too ugly now?"

Moriarty said coldly, "I'm not Esmeralda."

Sherlock: "...Who is Esmeralda?"

Moriarty: "..." Your uncle! !

He turned around and was about to leave, but Sherlock hugged his leg quickly: "Wait! Jim, should you give me some more hints?"

"Okay." Moriarty said slowly, "Whenever you solve the problem of time travel, I will give you a hint."

Sherlock had no choice but to watch him leave, and took a long while to hold a flower that fell beside him.His finger bones turned white, his fingers were stained with juice, and he slowly crushed the lily into fine pieces.

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Moriarty presents Sherlock with an unsolvable problem.If Sherlock refuses to give up him, he must give up life; if Sherlock refuses to give up the chance of survival, he must give up Moriarty...Life and death are a natural barrier, even if Sherlock tries his best, he cannot cross it .It is estimated that Sherlock can only dream about the beauty of having both.

And it doesn't matter how Sherlock chooses, whether he chooses him or chooses to live with a higher chance... No matter what Sherlock chooses, he will never be loved by Moriarty.

Thinking of this, Moriarty couldn't help laughing.It can only be said that God has his own arrangements in the dark, even if Sherlock tried his best to want the two to fall in love, their final ending can only be to part ways and never see each other again.

Unless... he can solve this impossible problem.

Moriarty pressed his heart and stopped.The steward of the court, Olivier, took a step forward knowingly, and pushed open the closed door for him.A maid just came out in a hurry and bumped into Olivier head-on, and she couldn't help but let out a scream.

"Catherine, where are you going?" Olivier called out the maid's name, and looked at her with a smile on his face, "How is the queen?"

The maid tried her best not to be so flustered, but her pale face betrayed her: "The Queen...Her Majesty the Queen is resting inside...She suddenly wanted to drink some milk, so she ordered me to get some."

"Really?" Olivier looked at the maid and said suspiciously: "But I heard that the queen secretly announced a doctor a few hours ago, so it must be because of some discomfort..."

"It's because she's not feeling well that the queen wants some milk... She said that milk and honey can always make people happy." The maid looked at him secretly, trying to pass him and go out the door, "I'll finish it first It's a mission, my lord..."

Olivier's sharp eyes swept over her, and soon realized something was wrong. He reached out and grabbed the maid's sleeve: "Wait a minute! What's hiding under your skirt!?"

The maid's face turned pale, and she struggled to run outside.Olivier was startled and angry, and grabbed the maid's arm: "You lowly man, what did you steal from Her Majesty the Queen? Aha, let me catch you..."

"Stop!" A weak voice rang out.The door of the inner room slammed, and a frail woman appeared by the door.Her hair was disheveled, she was wearing only a pajamas, she leaned on the door frame, and glared at Olivier: "Irreverent! You bold shave! With the power my husband gave you, you are going to treat me now." Is your maid doing it? You are no nobler than her! Let her complete my order!"

Moriarty pushed Olivier's back, and disappeared into the darkness of the corridor again.Olivier let go of his hand and bowed exaggeratedly: "My Majesty the Queen, it seems that there is indeed a problem with your physical condition, but I am here to visit you on the order of our respected Majesty the King. He I heard that you have summoned an unknown doctor, and you are worried that the wild doctor will make a wrong diagnosis of your health. At the same time, you also wonder why you don’t use the king’s royal physician, but secretly summon other doctors like this... ...Can you explain to our esteemed Majesty?"

The maid quietly retreated from his side to the door, she was about to let out a sigh of relief, but she was suddenly covered with a hand and dragged into the darkness.Moriarty knocked her out easily, and lifted the bulging skirt - as expected, there was a gagged, pale baby inside.

The child was still alive, and his chest heaved weakly.She was wrapped in a piece of embroidered grass, and her small body was twisted and frightening.Her face is still pretty, but it is conceivable that no one will care about her face, she is destined to spend her life amidst discrimination and ridicule...

The queen was about to speak to drive Olivier away, but suddenly she heard a baby cry.The not-so-loud voice made her stunned, with despair and fear in her eyes...

Holding the child, Moriarty stepped into the door.

"What task are you going to ask the maid to take the French princess to, my queen?"

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to drive in this chapter... um... I didn't make it [smiles insanely]

I was stuck here for a long time yesterday. The hands in charge of writing the plot for you were lying on the keyboard, unwilling to move. I was so angry...I...I went to sleep after I got stuck at one o'clock. When I woke up, I finally understood why they I don't want to write it because Moriarty... Even if he still has magic, it is impossible to prepare the aging potion in advance [Smile of Burning Jade and Stone]

There was, however, some consolation for Sherlock.

He became a mother early...