[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

In a garden of the Louvre, bright sunlight falls on the lawn.There are big thick clouds floating in the blue sky, like a towering castle under the sunlight.The gardener is trimming the shrubs, the musician is playing the violin, the laughter of the children is mixed with the melodious music, the fragrance of tea is floating, and the lilies are shaking gently, making the scene very pleasant.

Moriarty was reading.Although this world is shaped based on Sherlock's memory, no matter how its own laws of operation cannot escape the shackles of the memory palace, Sherlock himself is a knowledgeable person, so Moriarty can still obtain A large part of new knowledge - such as beekeeping.It's just that in the eyes of others, what he sees may not be this.

A small hand landed on the book and raised the cover.Jeanne, the little princess of France, looked up at the cover of the book and read slowly: ""I-Li-Ya-T"——Papa, are you reading poetry again? Can you tell me about Achilles? story?"

"You can ask Anna to speak." Moriarty patted the little girl on the head, put down the book, and hugged her on his lap.The six-year-old girl is much shorter than her peers because of her hunchback and lameness.She is also a little fat, like an irregular sphere, with thinning hair and yellow skin, completely opposite to her beautiful sister Anna.

Although Anna is only nine years old now, she has already revealed her potential as a beauty.Not long ago, the Cardinal of Bourbon had proposed to Anna for his brother Pierre of Beauge, and Moriarty had refused.Although Pierre can still be regarded as a potential politician, the age difference between him and Anna is too great.As the daughter of Louis XI, Anna has the freedom to choose her husband.

And Jeanne... was quite Moriarty's daughter.

Moriarty didn't know why he liked her so much.Obviously she is not good-looking, clumsy, shy, and not as smart as his sister, but he just feels kind to Jeanne, as if Jeanne should have been his daughter in the first place.His kindness to Jeanna made Anna feel jealous, but Anna always had a kind of pity for Jeanne, so the two sisters got along pretty well.

"Anna's story is told too fast." Jeanne bit her words slowly, "sometimes I don't understand. Is Zeus the father of Mercury? What is the relationship between Paris and Ganymedes?" What about Narcissus? I want to know the story of Achilles and Agamemnon the most, but Anna likes to tell me about the boy that Luna likes, the boy that Athena likes, the boy that Hercules likes... "

"Then let the maid tell you."

"She would just say, 'Your Highness, do you know the story of Ganymedes? Oh, it's so funny!'" Jeanna learned the lesson vividly, and her little face collapsed again, "But, she never After all, what is so funny, let me ask other people."

"So you sent her to the laundry the other day?"

Jeanne nodded seriously: "I asked Guillaume, and he told me everything. Since she is speaking ill of you, of course she will be punished. No one can go unpunished after offending France."

Moriarty laughed, his heart softened.He kissed Jeanna's little face and said with a smile, "You are so smart, Daddy's little princess."

The ringing of the bell and the sound of laughter approached. Anna was dressed in a boy's attire, carrying a long rapier, and ran over with a flushed face.She was also chasing a few playmates in the same dress, all girls.When she arrived in front of Moriarty, Anna saluted neatly and said loudly: "Your Majesty, your imperial bodyguard Andre has brought you a letter, forwarded by Mr. Olivier. Mr. Steward specially Explaining that this is a letter from a dangerous person, he advises you not to read it—but I think that if Director Olivier is firmly opposed, then it is best to read this letter. Please read it."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows slightly.There are not many people who can be described by Olivier as a "dangerous person". Relying on his power, the steward of the court can almost walk sideways in France. It seems that the person who wrote the letter made Olivier suffer... …

A face came to mind.Moriarty lowered his head and opened the letter.His eyes fell directly on the last signature - as expected, it was Sherlock.

"Have someone take Richard to the Bastille." Moriarty crumpled the letter and said expressionlessly, "You will receive the others, Anna."

A look of excitement appeared on Anna's face: "The cardinal is going to be unhappy again."

"This is France, and I am France." Moriarty said coldly, "If he is not happy, let him go to Burgundy."

Holding Jeanna in his arms, he got up and left the garden.

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Located on the Rue Saint-Anton, the Bastille Castle is a fortified fortress built in the twelfth century.It also belongs to the Royal Palace, but compared to the luxury of the Louvre, Bastille is obviously more gloomy and cramped.

Moriarty liked the atmosphere here.Just as Sherlock needs absolute silence when thinking, he also likes to think in oppressive silence.In the Louvre, the maids dared not put their heels on the ground when they passed Moriarty; in the Bastille, people dared not even breathe freely when they saw Moriarty.The people called this "the majesty of the Spider King," and considered him the most awesome king that France has ever known.

Moriarty had several rooms in the tower of the castle, where he sometimes summoned his courtiers.Jeanna is also quite familiar with this castle, and she likes this place where people don't look at her strangely and talk behind her back.She found her little bed in the room at the top of the tower, and fell asleep soundly.Moriarty himself unfolded the screen to block the light for his daughter.As soon as he turned around, he saw the mirror where the screen was originally placed, and he couldn't help being slightly stunned, with his fingers covering his heart.

The person in the mirror looked pampered, but he was obviously no longer young.Half of the shoulder-hanging black hair has turned white, and the dark eyes are still radiant, but the face is inevitably engraved with the traces of the years, and the skin is gradually becoming dull... At 47 years old, Moriarty has already walked towards aging.He stared fixedly at himself in the mirror, suddenly smiled, and bowed deeply to the mirror.

As soon as he stood up straight, the door behind him was opened.A familiar face came into Moriarty's eyes, young and handsome... He smiled slightly, pulled out a chain from his collar, untied the knot, poured the electric light on his hand, and put on his ring finger slowly. .The skin on the finger has begun to loosen slightly, but the ring still fits so well.He raised his finger and admired this rare gem.The blue glow reflected the blue eyes in the mirror, and the owner of the eyes gradually approached, slowly hugging him tightly from behind.

"Moriarty..." Sherlock's voice was as low as a sigh, and his lips touched his neck lightly, "Why can't you age faster..."

"I thought you had a lot of questions to ask me." Moriarty said softly.

"Indeed, I have hoarded too many problems, but none of them are important anymore." Sherlock's voice was like the trembling of strings, so sweet and soft that it was unbelievable, "You are so beautiful...I don't have any thoughts left in my mind Do you know how bright you are? You almost burned me. Moriarty..."

Moriarty tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes.Sherlock kissed his lips intently, once, lightly and reverently.His lips were burning, blood was rushing, and his breath was hot as fire, burning Moriarty's skin.Moriarty couldn't help holding his hand, his breathing becoming short of breath.It took him a while to open his eyes again, broke away from Sherlock, and sat on a soft chair by the window.

Sherlock half-kneeled in front of him, held his hand again, and said with pride in his tone, "You still love me so much, Jim. Your legs are weak."

Moriarty said coldly: "Sex-desire does not represent love."

"But you put on the ring." Sherlock kissed the back of his hand delicately, and whispered, "You must not have imagined how many times I woke up calling your name in six years..."

"From a pedophile to a paternalist, your taste is quite special."

"Who told you to be Moriarty?" Sherlock kissed his stubble. "Sherlock Holmes' deadly asshole. Honey... I want to fuck you hard here."

"...You came to France just to have sex?" Moriarty breathed into his ear, and his fingers landed on Sherlock's tights, slowly climbing along like a nimble spider.

"Of course not. I'm here to propose to you, with my most precious possession..." Sherlock's voice changed, panting slightly, "But it's more important to have nothing to do right now...Let me kiss you, Jim ..."

Moriarty smiled.He patted Sherlock's cheek, and said calmly: "Before making a decision, I suggest you look back at your daughter first."

Sherlock: "..." Daughter... Daughter! ?

He turned his head stiffly, and met a sleepy-eyed little round face that still showed innocence and curiosity.With blond hair, blue eyes, vaguely familiar facial features, coupled with the obvious bulge on the back and the unnaturally twisted legs under the skirt, he is just another hunchback Richard.

"...???"

The author has something to say: [Smoke rings.gif] Hmm... so... due to force majeure... this bus is delayed until tomorrow...

Everyone, please carefully check the tickets in your hands...don't get on the wrong bus...this time there is a very special play...

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