[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

Dreams are projections of the human heart, and past experience has also confirmed that these worlds are indeed closely related to Sherlock's thinking. Even if Moriarty wants to deceive himself, he can't do it—he doesn't have this gene.From the aristocratic girl (Bella) who fell in love with the big villain to the gloomy man (Snape) who sacrificed himself for the object of his crush, from the high school detective (Conan) who silently waited by his beloved-girl's side to never abandoning his girlfriend The murderous pervert (Jeffrey), Sherlock's inner concept is nothing more than that of the queen-their meeting is destined, and Sherlock's falling in love with Moriarty is also destined.Maybe if Watson is the object of love, Sherlock can also fall in love, but now the person who becomes Sherlock's obsession is Moriarty, and fate makes Moriarty appear in Sherlock's life, It was also fate that guided him to discover the many advantages of Moriarty... Uh, if I think about it any longer, Moriarty will feel sick.

What the hell kind of trick is this, Stockholm?

Moriarty has no desire to be a masochist.He'd really like to strip Sherlock naked and tie him to the head of the bed, and give his straight male cancer gene a violent slap.Originally, he still had a little bit of expectation and emotion, but now he's all fucking gone! !Moriarty felt that his previous weakness was a joke.He ordered Olivier to take good care of Shylock and forbid him to have all contact with the outside world. Then he left Ambrezburg and returned to Paris with his two daughters.

Sherlock quickly realized that something was wrong.Olivier was deeply afraid of Moriarty. Moriarty said that all contact between Sherlock and the outside world was forbidden. He didn't dare to inform Sherlock at all, so he simply let Sherlock live in Moriarty's bedroom In the palace, he ordered a team of guards to work day and night, and only allowed an old servant who was deaf, dumb and half blind to clean up. He lived in a small room not far away and closely monitored Sherlock.He even chased the gardeners away from the garden, in case Sherlock was going to pass a message by gesticulating or something... Unfortunately the idiot made a little more noise while doing all this, Summer Locke's well-trained ears knew something was wrong as soon as they heard the collision of nails.He watched the gardeners retreat calmly, the evening wheel sank to the west, and the dumb servant came in to deliver the meals. After waiting for ten hours, his hopes were finally shattered little by little.

At three o'clock in the morning, Sherlock began to destroy the furniture in the room.The sound of ping-pong-pong was particularly loud at night, Olivier was quickly alarmed, and came to the door angrily: "What's going on!?"

"I don't know, my lord. Sounds like you're smashing something?"

"I ask you why he started smashing things!" Olivier yelled, "Do you know how expensive the things in this house are!? Stupid! Why don't you stop him!"

"You keep us from him, my lord."

"Get out of the way!" Olivier was so angry that he pushed aside the guards and bent over to the keyhole.After just one glance, he was scared out of his wits. He took out the key and opened the door with shaking hands: "Stop! Stop! That's the sword of Julius Caesar!"

Sherlock, who looked like a little devil in his eyes, sneered and broke the sacred sword: "The rust is artificially processed, and there are at least 21 mistakes in the decoration. Judging from the smelting method and craftsmanship, it is obviously a modern imitation. Not as valuable as a tablecloth."

Olivier felt a little guilty subconsciously, shifted his gaze to the table, and immediately shouted again: "What about the tablecloth!!"

"The embroidery is too rough, but fortunately the fabric is still absorbent, and it just so happens that there seems to be a shortage of paper in your toilet..."

Olivier almost fainted: "But there are no scissors in the king's room!!"

Shylock imitated his tone and said sharply: "But there is Octavian's dagger in the king's room!"

"—Bastard!!!" Olivier blushed, his eyes widened, and he almost fell to the ground, but the guards behind him supported him: "You know—that's—Octavian's dagger!!"

The little devil showed an evil smile: "Yeah, it's better than Caesar's sword. After all, it doesn't even want to be old. It's much sharper~"

The palace steward fainted for a moment, and was revived by the guards in a hurry.As soon as he woke up, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Put this devil in prison!! Immediately!! I want to write a letter to the king!!!"

Sherlock threw away the chair leg in his hand and raised his arms: "I wish for it."

Olivier realized that he had been fooled, and immediately wished he could faint again.The fact that he secretly purchased a batch of fake antiques without telling Moriarty was a trivial matter, and if Moriarty found out that he violated the prohibition and contacted Sherlock, he would be finished! !

For a moment he wanted to beg Sherlock to go back and smash it and pretend it never happened.But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "My lord... My lord Olivier? What's going on here?"

The figures of two women appeared in the corridor, the maid Catherine was walking in front, and the pale Queen Charlotte in a thick dress was behind.

Olivier almost wanted to cry bitterly, and stammered: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Your Majesty the Queen..." He forced out a smile, and greeted the Queen with force: "It's a small matter, Queen, there is no need Your attention...it is late at night, why don't you go to bed early?"

"I want to rest early, but unfortunately I was woken up by you." The queen said lightly, "Especially when I found out that you were still messing around in front of His Majesty's bedroom. Who is this? Where is His Majesty?"

Olivier was shocked immediately, and his waist straightened a little: "Aha, don't you know? Our Majesty the King has already set off for Paris with the two princesses in the afternoon. This, of course, is His Majesty Those who ask me to watch over them don’t need to introduce you.”

The queen trembled slightly and had to support the maid to stand still: "Princess...? I seemed to pass out this afternoon, and I don't even remember whether I gave birth to a boy or a girl."

With sympathy in Catherine's eyes, she whispered, "I dare not tell you, Queen..."

"Of course it's a princess, and His Majesty named her Jeanne." Olivier said proudly, "However, when you were giving birth, the devil made a little joke. The appearance of the Duke of Gloucester was maliciously copied on the princess, so unfortunately, the princess was born with a hunchback, a lame, and an ugly face..."

"Shut up!" The queen cheered up and said sharply, "Let King Louis know that you slandered the French princess like this, what will he do?"

Olivier curled his lips, but he was obviously a little afraid of Moriarty's reaction, and finally calmed down.The queen supported the maid's hand, walked a few steps forward, and said: "I heard that there will be envoys coming to France to discuss marriage with His Majesty, but why does the Duke of Gloucester appear here late at night?? "

"This is His Majesty's request. As for the meaning of it, I'm just a courtier, so how can I know?" Olivier bowed, "Your Majesty also asked me to forbid him from contacting anyone...anyone. Please rest early, noble queen."

The queen was silent for a moment, and after the maid's persuasion in a low voice, she turned around and left.Olivier then waved his hand viciously: "Put him in! Tell you, noble duke, if you continue to make trouble, what awaits you is a cold prison!"

"Your gardener and your daughter are preparing to elope."

The air was silent for two seconds, and Olivier stammered, "What... what?"

"You live outside, pajamas and slippers are taken from home temporarily. Obviously they are all taken care of by the maid, but if there is no qualified housewife at home, the maid will not work too hard on careless men .I noticed that the pajamas were cleaned and ironed neatly, and judging from other traces, the pajamas and slippers were purchased only in the last few months. For a middle-aged man with a low annual salary and little power, If his wife is the director of the family, she obviously won't work hard on updating her husband's pajamas and slippers... So of course it can be guessed, you have an only-child, young and fashionable."

"Wait...wait!" Olivier looked at the guard dumbfounded, "You told him that my wife has passed away?"

The guards kept their blank expressions and shook their heads in unison.

Sherlock smiled slyly. "I also know you have a red-haired lover who is at least five feet six inches tall. But let's talk about your daughter, um..."

"What's wrong with my daughter!" Olivier roared angrily, as if Sherlock was going to beat him up if he couldn't tell.

Sherlock leaned close to him and took a sniff, wrinkled his nose and fanned the air: "At least since the day you met your lover, this dress hasn't been washed, but the slippers look clean. Obviously, the slippers won't be washed often. The personal belongings that are cleaned, at least they will not forget to wash the clothes on the day they are cleaned, and judging by the traces of candle oil distribution on the shoe surface, at least three days have passed. If this is the maid’s slack, it’s unfortunate that she actually Would invite a man taller than six feet to wear your slippers regularly? The fading of the lining shows that it apparently has two users, one of whom has flat feet. Who is most comfortable hanging out with your daughter when you're not home? The mother, the maid, the groom and the gardener, no doubt the gardener, because the groom always wants to go out with you. They have been together for a few months, and recently the gardener felt that he was unlikely to get your permission to marry your daughter, so they began to plan Elope. The maid knows this, so she has less respect for your daughter. Your clothes are new, and your slippers are a little older. At first they were cleaned with care, but the last few times they have changed. You have to be careless, the embroidery has been brushed through several layers, and the underarm thread is also open. Your daughter used to supervise the maid's work, but she has ignored this for the past two days. Obviously, there are other important things that distract her. Attention... I suggest that you better hurry home and catch up with them, because you just rushed home to get your personal belongings, and they will not miss the good time when you are not at home. "

The guards' eyes all fell on Olivier's slippers.Olivier took a deep breath, only feeling dizzy, and ran out stumblingly: "Boy, please remember, if things are not what you said..."

"Don't forget to write to Louis and tell him to send me home!"

"Go away - grandpa, you bastard!!" Olivier took off a slipper and threw it at Sherlock with all his might.Sherlock scratched his fingers and said kindly: "Besides, I hope that I can have a normal breakfast that fits the duke's status tomorrow morning, otherwise I will tell the whole world about your impotence."

Another slipper slammed hard on the timely closed door.A group of guards stared dumbfounded at the closed door, feeling for the first time that the duke and their majesty the king are so well-suited... only in terms of abnormality.

Author has something to say: Olivier: "Wait, what if I don't have a lover?"

Sherlock: "That's too bad, because the gene for red hair is known to be recessive, and you have black hair... well, may I suggest you check the color of your hat?"