[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

How could a man who put a gun in his mouth and knocked off half of his own head still alive?

Not only Sherlock Holmes, Moriarty himself is also puzzled by this question.The advantage he has over Sherlock is that he knows he awakens in Sherlock's mind palace, which opens up more possibilities for his problems - for example, he is indeed dead, but because Sherlock The obsession revived in his mind.This is not impossible. Although Moriarty is an out-and-out materialist, his own existence has truly proved this...so he never doubted that he was resurrected after death fact.

As Sherlock's destined nemesis, Moriarty certainly has a mind palace.This stuff helps manage memory and organize valid information.In order to fill the attic of his thoughts and pass the boring time, Moriarty has read many books and has a certain understanding of the term "soul".Obviously, he has a clear mind, a quick mind, and his memory is not blurred or damaged. It is impossible for him to be another personality split by Sherlock; he has no entity and can only wander around in Sherlock's thought world Go, this does not meet the definition of "yin spirit"; before his memory stopped abruptly, he could clearly remember the process of the gun passing through his brain, which shows that he is indeed dead... and because of the inexplicable phenomenon that appeared on his body when he woke up He was sure that his resurrection was all because of Sherlock, not because of any other reasons.

But this is too strange, he can live in Sherlock's mind, this matter is simply as inexplicable as the nineteenth century that Sherlock is currently constructing.If Sherlock can really do this, he is not a man, but a god.Of course, there is also a possibility, that is, Moriarty fell into a huge dream, he imagined that he confronted Sherlock, then died, and then resurrected in his own mind, all because he himself is the master of the dream ——But if you want to do this, unless Moriarty has been dreaming since the day he was born—and dreams are based on inherent information and knowledge, where does the information stacked in his thinking palace come from? ?God's prank?

Eliminate all impossibilities, and the option that seems least likely to remain is the only answer.Moriarty has always been good at multiple choice questions.But this time, the unwinding machine broke down.It puts in an impossible option.Moriarty has always known that this matter is related to Sherlock, but the question is, how did Sherlock do it! ?

Sherlock was more confused than himself, because Sherlock didn't know that he had just been resurrected in his mind palace - oh, his heart.The inexperienced baby Sherlock took too many drugs and foolishly thought that he was really alive, so he made up a dream, and then entered another dream to prove the logic of the dream.If things go on like this, maybe he will have a third and a fourth... Poor Sherlock, when will he find out the truth?

The bride case is a dream that Sherlock wove in order to find out the answer, but as the person who asked the question, Sherlock himself already knew the standard answer.However, that answer is not what he needs, that's why he has delayed the case until now...he still refuses to admit that he actually cares about Moriarty, so much that he even created a world for him .Moriarty felt sorry for Baby Sherlock, so he decided to help Sherlock.

He found the dead body of Mr. Cormac, waited patiently for Sherlock to leave, and then put down his message.

Moriarty had run out of patience for the game.Because the truth is now in his hands.It's no longer interesting to play anymore, the progressive excitement in the process of solving puzzles and fighting each other has completely disappeared. Boss wants to kill the brave man, now it's very easy - a rare pity began to appear in his heart, just like when he was watching Sherlock on the rooftop before he died.Yes, they are old enemies - and Sherlock can only fall with him now, involuntarily, of his own choice.

The message was like a key, and he was sure that Sherlock would follow the traces to find him.Not in this world though, because Sherlock was convinced he was dead.They will meet in a deeper place...

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Moriarty to see the world turn into colorful blocks, spinning and disappearing before his eyes.What reappeared in front of him was a familiar scene - 221B Baker Street, which was still decorated in the nineteenth century.Unlike in the past, there is now someone sitting in the middle of the room brooding... Sherlock Holmes with the slicked-back hair.

"Sherlock..." Moriarty laughed viciously.Sherlock's aesthetics is really unacceptable. Does he think such a hairstyle can make him look more masculine?Come on...he could feel Sherlock's pent-up mania two blocks away.A pure detective must know a lot about physiology, but what's the use?In spirit and body, he is still just a child.

He suddenly wanted to tease Sherlock.It will be interesting to see Sherlock's reaction.As for the previous purpose?who cares.The most important thing is to let Sherlock be fooled willingly.

"Why don't we sit down and talk?" Sherlock said suddenly.He opened his eyes, stood up from the ground, and turned to face Moriarty.

"Maybe it's because you've already thought about what I'm going to say." Moriarty said in a dark tone. "Are you happy to see me, Sherlock? We haven't talked face to face like this in a long time."

"...Men to men." Sherlock squeezed the words out of his teeth inexplicably.He felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, as if he had practiced it before.But he didn't want to repeat those embarrassing questions again.

"Yeah, so you're going to greet me with a pistol?" Moriarty stared at Sherlock and smiled slowly, "It's not a good idea to hide a pistol under a bathrobe... I Already see its outline, Sherlock."

His voice became hoarse and deep, and his eyes were full of aggressiveness, as if a snake was admiring a prey that was evenly matched to him.Sherlock's heart choked suddenly, and then it started beating wildly.His breathing became short of breath, his cheekbones spread red, and his voice was no longer calm: "It's just some proper precautions."

"Oh, I like it." Moriarty said slowly, examining Sherlock, "You seem too excited, Sherlock, seeing me makes you so excited?"

Sherlock looked away blankly.Moriarty didn't intend to let him go, he followed his gaze and moved his steps, and put his hand into his lapel: "However, it's always a good thing to be prepared. Reciprocity?"

Sherlock jerked his gun up, but Moriarty had already pointed the gun at him.He looked at Sherlock with a smile, and suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked his upper lip for a week, and said pointedly: "Yes, Sherlock, is it bigger than anyone else's?"

Sherlock's face flushed.His eyes became very bright.Two seconds after the guns faced each other, he lowered his arms first and threw the gun on the table.

"That's right, let's stop playing, we don't need toys if we want to kill each other." Moriarty snorted and blew on the muzzle of his gun, "That doesn't look close enough. You and me, Sherlock... "

"Don't you want to sit down and talk?" Sherlock interrupted sullenly.

"I'm not your customer, Sherlock."

Sherlock said coldly: "You have invaded here six times while I was away. Don't tell me you haven't even sat in a chair, Moriarty."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows and said in a slick tone: "Don't be like this, Sherlock. Your bed is pretty good. It's a pity that you are not there every time I come to see you. You are so busy that you have forgotten A Moriarty."

Sherlock's lips moved slightly, but he didn't refute.He watched Moriarty.And Moriarty reached out to wipe the stove and wiped off a piece of dust: "Do you know what the main component of dust is?"

"...human skin." Sherlock murmured.

Moriarty laughed happily, and looked at Sherlock: "That's right." He stuck out his tongue and licked his fingers, but his eyes followed Sherlock's eyes, "Bah, it's not fresh enough. I still like it." Better hospitality."

"..." Sherlock took a step back suddenly, and looked away again, "Please sit down!"

"It's so boring." Moriarty said softly, "Did you call me here just to chat face to face like a gentleman? You have a purpose, Sherlock. Let's talk, um, the truth .Ser Eustace, Bride, Crime. But none of that matters, the truth is boring. You just miss me... Sherlock."

The author has something to say: This chapter is full of embarrassment...Hiding my face, my sense of substitution has always been very low...I am almost too shy to write any more...Obviously nothing happened...OJZ

Now my heart is full of confusion. Is this Fumo or Mofu... How do I tag it correctly...

Calvin will temporarily solve the spicy problem, and hope that the following writing will go smoothly.Better not be shy! !