[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

"...Mr. Magnuson?" A middle-aged man stood up and took two steps forward, "Why did you appear here? — There were two groups of people just now, and one group said they had received your order To protect this person, a group of people say they want to kill this person, we want to know if this is true or not?"

His finger pointed to Moriarty, and Sherlock moved subconsciously, blocking Magnussen's gaze from looking at Moriarty.

"Maybe." Magnussen had a gentle smile that was almost greasy, "Maybe I did give such an order, but everyone, you all know that I am just an information dealer, a newspaper seller, what do I have? Reason to get involved in a homicide?—and employ so many dangerous people. Frankly, whoever this person is, I have no interest at all. The reason I am here is only for an intelligence... Someone Claimed to me that he could help me get what I wanted, so here I am."

"I thought you weren't really interested in this, Magnussen." Sherlock's face darkened, and he straightened his arms. "Is Appledore that far away from here?"

"That's what has taken us so long, Mr. Holmes, because I didn't know that my address was so well known that you could even find such a place, an old manor house, so close to my secret base. It's so close, it's convenient for us to make a deal... Oh, and Mr. Moran, the former MP—Colonel Moran, Sir Moran, just happens to be here to hold a wedding ceremony with your brother's subordinates. So many coincidences! Unless it's arranged by God Let this information come into my hands." Magnussen walked up to Sherlock like a leisurely stroll, and stretched out his hand, "Then give it to me."

Sherlock raised his hand: "I fulfilled my promise, and it's up to you now."

"No way, are you talking about our deal in front of so many people?" Magnussen showed a false look of surprise, "Or is the gentleman behind you messing with you? This kind of friendship is really amazing , but it is certainly to be expected that your dearest friend, John Watson . . . "

"Who are you talking about?" John's voice came from behind him, "...Sherlock? What kind of deal did you make with him!?"

Magnussen was indeed a little surprised now, and turned his head with a look of surprise.John was standing before a round table with a pistol in his hand.The astonishment lasted for two seconds, and Magnussen turned his head back with a smile: "Amazing... This is too surprising. So, this is Mr. Jim Moriarty?"

Moriarty shrank behind Sherlock, clasped Sherlock's shoulders with both hands, and poked out half of his face timidly from the back of his neck: "No...no...Sherlock, please, take me out of here... Honey……"

"..." Sherlock turned his head and kissed him on the face, "Be quiet, Jim, I will take you away."

There was an eerie silence in the hall.Moriarty flinched back, while Magnuson raised his brows high: "Oh... surprising... this is too surprising... So you know each other a year ago, Mr. Holmes Are you... you met him on those undercover missions? Because he looks like your past... lover?"

"Sometimes you have to admit that there are miracles in this world." Sherlock said coldly, "But Jim is more like a gift... I know no one would be happy to see this, the depravity of a famous detective... So I hid him and had no contact with him for a long time. I thought he would be very comfortable on a farm in Ireland, but someone stole him from me... and forced him into his old business of being someone A stand-in for a human being, an actor. What amazes me is that his poor acting skills can really fool so many people, who else believes that this is Moriarty's resurrection? Everyone present?"

Magnussen sighed regretfully: "I'm afraid more people believe it... because I released the news."

The corners of Sherlock's lips moved, and he threw the bag against the wall with his hand: "You?"

"More than a month ago, someone suddenly called me and told me that he knew some secrets about Jim Moriarty, and the condition for telling me this was that he wanted to see Appledore." Magnussen said looked at Sherlock, "just before you asked me to meet. Of course, I wouldn't believe him so easily, after all, everyone knew that Moriarty was dead with a big hole in his head. But he gave me some Code, I tried it, and got half of what Moriarty used to run in Eastern Europe without a hitch... Amazing, isn't it? So I started trying to get more from him, and he told me, That's Jim Moriarty, and if I want to know more, I'll take him to Appledore."

"And you agreed on a meeting place..." Sherlock's left hand stretched behind his back, holding Moriarty's wrist firmly.

"Yes... so you should understand how surprised I was when I got the same time and place from you later?" Magnussen spread his hands and took another step towards him, "I had to spend a little more time securing myself, spending a lot of money to protect the real 'Moriarty', and a lot of money to pay someone to kill the fake 'Moriarty' Tee'...then I realized it was Sebastian Moran's wedding! How could his wedding be without killers, lunatics and mafia? I didn't have to bother to verify his authenticity, As long as he faces enough danger, he will naturally reveal his true and false...so I told the information to everyone holding guns."

"But, Mr. Magnuson, he said he was employed by you!" cried someone.

"Well . . . that's interesting. You say he was stolen from you, Mr. Holmes, and as far as we know he was found and brought back by Moran in the cemetery, who said he himself was hired by me, so which one is true?" Magnussen said, "Since your relationship is very close, you said you wanted to see Appledore, and he told me he wanted to see Look at Appledore, your purpose is the same, just before you faked your death and undercover in Eastern Europe for so long... So, can I assume that all of this is your conspiracy?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Me? We conspired? Conspired to put myself in danger and let a group of mercenaries and professional killers kill me? If I have Moriarty's legacy in my hands, I can completely become the leader of this country. The most powerful man, why should I make a deal with you? Because you threatened my good friend?"

"—Because of your curiosity." Magnussen said, "If you really mastered such a great power with all your heart, then you will definitely become very suspicious, and you will feel that there are any factors that threaten you in the world. Sleepless nights... Oh, Mr. Holmes, is it a recent habit of tapping your fingers when you are nervous? I have never heard of you before."

"Sherlock..." John couldn't help but yelled, his gaze fell on Sherlock's fingers.Sure enough, he was tapping his thigh with his index finger, his eyes were cold, and his face was like a sculpture.

"I become suspicious because... I am the king." A contemptuous smile suddenly appeared on Sherlock's lips, and he looked at Magnussen coldly, "So, those killers who approached me before were all Did you send it?"

"Oh... so my guess is true." Magnussen smiled with confidence, "Just let them try their luck, you are indeed Mycroft's weakness, but killing you, I have one less threat. Tell me, Mr. Holmes, how did you change from a detective who didn't care about anything to a king of dark forces? How did you change from a man addicted to power to a simple-minded man Detective? You even fooled your insightful brother, all your friends from the past... I even really believe that John Watson is still your greatest weakness. But now... it's called Jim ?”

Sherlock pulled Moriarty out from behind and pushed him in front of him: "It's time for your database to be updated, Magnussen... If I'm really the king, the king has no weaknesses."

Moriarty looked back at Sherlock with an unbelievable expression on his face, but Sherlock pinched his chin, with a crazy light in his eyes: "Oh... look at this face, young, handsome, perfect It's as if in a dream...it makes people obsessed."

He kissed Moriarty's lips, teeth grinding against his lips.Moriarty's body trembled slightly, and he almost wanted to push Sherlock against the wall and tear his clothes off - but he felt that Sherlock was trembling more than he did, whether it was from excitement or pain.Sherlock's fingers were caressing the ring he had turned into his palm.After a few seconds, Sherlock let go of Moriarty and pushed him towards Magnussen: "Come on, torture him, kill him... so you'll know if I have any weaknesses."

Magnuson glanced at Moriarty, and then his eyes fell on the bag thrown by the wall: "So, our transaction must continue."

"You'd better hurry up." Sherlock tilted his head slightly and said softly, "I don't know when my brother will be back."

Magnussen made a gesture, and one of his men immediately left the hall: "Of course... I have prepared a helicopter, and hope they don't encounter your brother's army on the way."

"He'll be heartbroken," said Sherlock, "as brothers do."

"...Sherlock!" John yelled, "what's the matter with you, Sherlock!? What the hell are you talking about? What Eastern Europe? What fake... Moriarty? Hey! Moriarty! You're Say something!!"

"Dr. Watson," Moriarty raised his hands, looking like he was about to cry, and slowly backed away from Magnuson, "Dr. Watson, John, I've heard of you, Sherlock Said that if he had a son, he wanted to name him John... John, please, you are a good man, help me!"

Magnussen let him back away with a controlled smile.John found that the others didn't seem to have the intention to attack, put away his guns, raised his hands, and slowly approached Moriarty: "Okay, okay, it's okay, relax...I promise you will be okay , Really...Damn it! Sherlock, what the hell is going on!"

"I don't know." Sherlock bent to pick up the bag and patted the dust on it. "I told you, John, I took a death journey, and this journey led me to find my own." True love. I just love Moriarty, what can I do? Is there anyone more interesting in this world? Without him, I might as well be dead...and I've died more than once."

"Admirable confession." Magnussen applauded. "Maybe I should be glad that he is dead, otherwise if you join forces, I will have no chance of winning in this confrontation."

"I didn't know you were looking forward to my death so much, Magnussen." Moriarty said quietly, "I thought we worked well together."

The author has something to say: I thought I could finish the ending today, but I got a fever at night [Smile without love] I hope I can wake up tomorrow... Tomorrow I will post a long chapter, it should be the ending~