[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

The feeling of falling passed for a long time, and for a while Moriarty even lost consciousness completely.Suddenly the sun cut through the darkness, warm feeling spread on the face, and the aroma of flowers and soil could be smelled in the nostrils... followed by the crisp chirping of birds and the rustling of branches shaking.After trying hard for a while, he finally mastered his body and slowly opened his eyes.

He was lying in front of a tombstone, it seemed that it had just rained, the air was moist, and there were a few green grasses in the dirt, shaking his head in the wind.The tombstone is an ordinary carver, ordinary stone, bare without patterns, photos, dates of birth and death, no epitaph, only two simple letters carved by a machine: JM.

James Moriarty... he muttered, half sitting up.There is also a bunch of flowers under the tombstone, and the petals are a little withered, obviously no longer fresh.But looking at the traces, it was placed here not long ago... Moriarty picked up the branches and found a cleverly hidden small box inside.There is also a card above the box: To my dearest SM...

Moriarty: "..."? ?

"Anthea, I swear I didn't do it on purpose..." A familiar voice suddenly came from not far away.The person who came seemed to be on the phone, with hurried steps and anxious tone, "Please, how did I know you would tie the ring in the flower?...No! No! Damn...I didn't mean you! God, I didn't mean that ...No...I mean you are my God, okay?...Hello? Hello!?"

The young man cursed and threw his phone away angrily.He walked around the tombstone and strode towards the destination, but suddenly found a person standing in front of the tombstone, and was shocked: "Who!?"

Moriarty didn't answer.The young man stood there hesitated for two seconds, then slowly drew out his gun: "Sir, I don't know how you found this place, and I don't know what your purpose is, but I advise you to get out of there as soon as possible. Good for you... get it?"

"Then I advise you to put the gun away as soon as possible, it will be good for you... Sebastian."

Moriarty said softly, turning around slowly.

The young man with fluffy white hair shook his hands, and the pistol fell to the ground with a bang.

"Bo...Boss???"

/

Moriarty has been missing from this world for three years, and just as there are always people who miss him after Sherlock disappears, Moriarty's loyal followers firmly believe that he is not dead.Moran can be regarded as one of the rationalists, but even if he personally claimed Moriarty's body from Scotland Yard and buried his immediate boss, he still felt that Moriarty might not be dead— —Although all kinds of identity verification are fine, but now it is the 21st century, and the technological means are too advanced, maybe Moriarty has mastered some means of changing the body, and has already prepared a useful body for himself ?But three years later, there was no news of Napoleon in the criminal world. Instead, Sherlock Holmes announced his return in victory. Moran had no choice but to dejectedly think that the BOSS was really dead, and sadly turned off the temperature control system of the coffin. Maggots began to devour the corpse.

Moriarty: "...the temperature control system?"

Moran: "...Uh, because we don't know if you took some mysterious drug, fell into a state of suspended animation, or the body repaired itself... BOSS! This is not my fault! At least my biology is still qualified , Half of your head flew off at that time... But, that, they think it is still necessary, after all, the behavior of geniuses cannot be rationalized..."

"Then they tricked you into buying a large amount of inferior equipment, and ran away with the money, right?" Moriarty said sullenly.

Moran: "... this... uh... do you want to meet my fiancée? Anthea Murray, soon to be Anthea Moran."

The white-haired young man was holding a silver ring with pitifully small diamonds and giggled for a while, his happiness was beyond words.

Moriarty sneered: "Are you sure it's not Sebastian Murray?"

Moran: "...BOSS!!"

"What's more, as far as the person you are dating, I don't think about your future at all." Moriarty raised the phone and waved it in front of Moran's eyes, "Yolanda Jindy, your Anthea Mycroft Holmes's right-hand man, nicknamed Blackberry. Don't you know that she once worked for me? Think about it, three years ago, when I just disappeared, a bunch of people in the world The most cutting-edge criminals have lost their heads, and you are the most suitable successor for this criminal network. Mycroft sent his brother to attack my people secretly, and he used Jindi to win you over on the surface... I know you have I can't resist this kind of type, she is strong and careful, fascinated you, and then the future dark boss Moran becomes the upright and good young man Moran of the new century... Tell me, are you the husband of the house now? Playing games and cooking food every day? Can’t even hold a pistol steadily?”

Moran was silent for a while: "...Boss, I really want to yell at you angrily, to show you how precious and unshakable the relationship between me and Anthea is...but, um, why did I start from you?" Do you feel a strong resentment in your words?"

Moriarty: "..."

Moran: "...Also, how did you get the ring on your ring finger? Where have you been for the past three years? Ahaha, Sherlock Holmes seems to have disappeared with you, and you didn't run off to get married Is it...?"

Moriarty: "...shut up. Buy me a plane ticket, I'm flying to Ireland."

/

Sherlock seemed to be floating in the ocean.It's not dark, and it's not unconscious, he seems... as if floating in some kind of perception, part of which is extreme pain, part of which is excitement, joy, high concentration... concentration!focus!Somewhat familiar, but he must have not been in contact with it for quite a long time... What is it?

Gradually he heard voices speaking.He tried to concentrate as if he were a woman.Is it Jeanne?He thought he was dead.It didn't matter, death was a fall... a breakaway... He was just going back to his own world.Did he succeed?

"...Sherlock? Sherlock..."

... There were some familiar voices, but he really couldn't remember them.

"...don't tell John, Sherlock, look at me...don't tell him..."

The memory broke through the shackles, and Sherlock took a sudden breath and woke up from the darkness.He opened his eyes with difficulty, blinked with some discomfort, and gradually focused in the warm sunlight: "...Mary?"

"Oh, you're awake." Mary blinked her eyes in surprise, and said indifferently, "But I think I should leave some space for you to be alone with each other now... eh, Jenny?"

A dark-haired girl walked in slowly.She and Mary exchanged a smile, and Mary went out, closing the door behind her.The girl sat in front of Sherlock's hospital bed, she seemed to be in a good mood, with a happy smile on her face all the time: "How is it? I heard that you are not well, but I am very happy. I plan to buy a cabin."

Sherlock frowned slightly, unable to remember who she was: "...Jenny?"

"Yeah, it's me." Jenny raised the newspaper in her hand and showed him the huge headline on the newspaper, "I've made a lot of money by relying on you, sir, there's nothing better than getting revenge and making money at the same time." thing."

Sherlock stared at her for a moment, then glanced at the paper. "Sex-crazy Sherlock Holmes", "Fiancee", "Sherlock's pillow reveals the inside story"... He muttered, "Fiancee?"

"Oh, you have to admit, almost, and they think it's more of a gimmick." Jenny smiled, "Unfortunately, I was attacked, otherwise I would have gotten another ring for nothing."

"But my ring can only fit on one finger." Sherlock murmured, barely able to keep thinking due to the pain.He raised his hand to push up the dose of morphine, and raised the head of the bed again, "Wait... ah, this is much better... indeed, the reward is a lot, even enough for you to go to the hermit happily after paying off that debt Life, but this reward is not enough to eliminate all difficulties... You still have a handle, he has a lot of handles on you, but your use value has come to an end, and he does not plan to use this little chess piece for the time being. You put I dress up so well to meet him, but I can only get humiliation from him. Who is it... I should be able to remember, and I should not delete the information about him. Let me think... By the way, Ma Gnudsen."

Sherlock clapped his palms happily, and murmured: "So you are an important pawn to connect me with him, and I actually proposed with a ring... I must not really ask, otherwise Jim will be angry. I need you to come Help me access Magnussen's secret, I need to steal information, and you are the most convenient person to access this secret. Secretary! So you resign now, after Magnussen used your handle to humiliate you again?"

Jenny was stunned: "...What? Wait, you don't know me anymore?"

Sherlock said as a matter of course: "Why on earth should I save useless information in the hard disk!"

Jenny crumpled the newspaper angrily: "...you have really changed after coming back from the brink of life and death, Charles. But at least those pleasant experiences we had in bed are still real, right?"

Sherlock: "... what? Can you repeat that, please?"

"Pure man, Shire, seven times a night on Baker Street, huh?" Jenny bent down and looked at him with a smile, "Sherlock, you duplicitous, ruthless, manipulative bastard, I hope you really have someone who doesn't Han deceives the person who sincerely wants to give the ring, so that he can make more troubles for you. Goodbye."

She blew a kiss to Sherlock, tore the newspaper vigorously, and walked away on her high heels.

"... oh, really angry," muttered Sherlock, maxing out his dose of morphine, "God bless... where are you, Jim?"

/

Mr. Jim Moriarty, the Napoleon of crime, one-time king, and great Irish billionaire, has just emerged from the basement of his Londonderry cottage.The whole villa is like a huge treasure museum, and the most precious part is stored in the basement.After changing his body once, his fingerprints and irises changed, so it took a lot of effort to open the vault.But anyway, he successfully got his goal, a perfect alexandrite cat's eye.Put it together with that blue diamond, the brilliance is almost indistinguishable.Satisfied, he put the gem into the box, walked out of the basement, and handed it to Moran: "Go and find me the best craftsman, and make me a ring in the medieval style... a wedding ring."

Moran, who was buried in his mobile phone, suddenly raised his head in astonishment: "BOSS? Are you getting married?"

Moriarty straightened his tie reservedly: "Maybe not so soon, he should still be recuperating. When he gets better, we will hold the wedding in the church in Westminster or Lance."

"Wow, BOSS, I knew you must be in love! Was he the one who gave you this ring? But it's surprising that you would find a man. We thought that other than Sherlock Holmes you No man would look up to him!" Moran happily hugged Moriarty, teasing.

"It's actually Sherlock..."

"But Sherlock has a girlfriend too..."

The two voices sounded at the same time, and there was a pause of about half a second. Moriarty and Moran suddenly realized what the other party had just said, and the air froze for a moment.

After a long silence, Moriarty smiled and said word by word, "Sherlock's...girlfriend?"

"...Boss, I swear I don't know anything, it's just nonsense written in the newspaper..." Moran carefully handed over the phone and raised his hands, "Yes, it must be nonsense, haha, that kind of weird How could the fetus have a girlfriend? They even made it up that he proposed to her! Haha...it looks like a liar, she actually said that the ring was unfortunately lost when Sherlock was injured...ahhaha..."

A red light suddenly swelled in Moriarty's palm, the phone was instantly torn apart, and the wreckage fell to the ground with a crackling sound.He took the gem box in Moran's hand and walked towards the basement without saying a word.

Moran: "...Boss, at least the gem is innocent..."

Moriarty turned his head slowly and gave him a kind smile.

"Yes, so after Mr. Holmes choked to death, we have to take this stone out of his stomach pouch before he is cremated." He said softly, "Enroll me in a class, it's time to train someone some skills."

Moran: "...!!!"

The author has something to say: Bai Maolan: Anthea! ! ! Boss is so scary! ! ! ! ! !

hhhhhh the ending is officially starting~