[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

In the dim light, Sherlock's Adam's apple visibly rolled.He began to pace the room, and finally stopped at a place farther away from Moriarty: "You just want to disturb me, disrupt my train of thought, and lead me in the wrong direction..."

"Interesting!" Moriarty looked at him, "Then why don't you tell me how I appeared, Sherlock?"

Sherlock choked.Moriarty approached him, the pistol twirling on his slender fingers: "Oh, please, Sherlock, you took so much effort to meet me, isn't it just to prove that you don't want to see me?" ? Why can't we discuss something interesting? Calmly, without prejudice..."

"Please sit down." Sherlock pursed his lips tightly and stretched out his hand to invite him to sit down, but his eyes were still looking elsewhere.Moriarty approached him, holding the handle of the gun, and pointed the gun against the detective's stomach: "Sit down and talk? Or not. Standing up will make you appear more advantageous, Sherlock."

Sherlock looked sullenly at him.Moriarty laughed and raised his hands back, "Whoa, that's a scary look. It's not very rewarding to bully you, because you won't cry for me like a real child. High IQ is that." Kind of bad, isn't it? Okay, let's talk about something actually useful...like, the bride?"

"... Moriarty, you should ask yourself what exactly you want to talk to me about." Sherlock said coldly, "Bride? I don't know what news you have, but Sir Eustace's death is not Maybe you did it."

"His death was deserved." Moriarty said, "Why he died, I think you are the one who knows best—but, don't you really want to talk to me about the bride? I thought you would be curious , why did I appear on the scene."

"I don't even—"

"Lie, Sherlock, you're just curious." Moriarty approached him again, his eyes pressed tightly into his eyes, "You're curious, you're thinking of me, because you associate this case with another ...Think about it, what is it? Sherlock, what did you think of?"

"... Moriarty!" Shouted Sherlock, trying to push him away.But Moriarty grabbed his arm tightly, stared at him, put the gun into his mouth with the other hand, and said vaguely: "Need I remind you?"

As if on the rooftop, Sherlock shook off his hand before he could pull the trigger, and strode back.Moriarty laughed, pulled the trigger, and then took out the gun again: "God, look at you scared, Sherlock, don't you think I'm really going to end my life? Just to give A reminder? That would be too silly."

Sherlock's face was very dark: "...There are no bullets in the gun?"

Moriarty smiled at him: "What do you think?"

Sherlock's face sank completely: "Why didn't you die?"

"No one can die because of a fall." Moriarty smiled, the muzzle of the gun pressed against his lips, glistening wetly, "However, I guess what you want to ask is actually another question...Let me answer you? Locke?"

He put the gun in his mouth again, making the rest of the sentence slurred.Sherlock frowned: "What?"

Moriarty pulled the trigger.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the living room, and the dust in the air swayed violently.Moriarty fell to the ground on his back, with blood spraying from the back of his head, obviously lifeless.Sherlock was trembling, a large piece of halo burst open in front of his eyes, and soon the world began to shake, and the scenery in front of him blurred into colorful fragments... He seemed to have seen the same scene before, wearing a formal suit The pale, handsome young man put the gun in his mouth with a smile, and...

fall... fall...

...Falling is unkillable!

Sherlock's head started throbbing.He pressed his temples tightly, his eyes blurred.He gasped for breath, his eyes subconsciously landed on the position of the corpse.No, he wasn't here for that... he was for... Moriarty, and Moriarty was distracting him! !

His vision became clear again, and he happened to see the person on the ground shaking his head and sitting up again.

"I'm sorry for staining your carpet, Sherlock." Moriarty said, standing up slowly, "But I recommend you to try it too, I have to say, it makes your mind much clearer... Hmm? Why are you staring at me like that? Do you want to see my makeup?"

He turned his head with a smile, and the huge blood hole in the back of his head was facing Sherlock: "No way, there will always be some sequelae. Should I comb my hair back to cover it up?"

Sherlock's heart beat like a drum, and the world in front of him began to shatter again.He saw Moriarty who turned around and smiled at him on the TV screen, Moriarty who was wearing a crown and crossed his legs on the throne, and Moriarty who was lying in a prison in ragged clothes... He felt his whole body All shaking.He tried his best to stay awake: "...why?"

"Why? Have you figured out how I died, Sherlock?"

The world is completely broken.Sherlock stepped back sharply, stepping into the orange-red darkness.

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Moriarty sat up in bed, cursed angrily, and threw the gun out of the window.

A dream is not a stable thing, it may change at any time due to changes in the outside world.But Moriarty didn't expect that the world framed by Sherlock's fantasy was not in turmoil, but Sherlock himself disappeared from the dream.

What he went through outside his body didn't interest Moriarty.What he cares about is whether Sherlock can return to this dream.According to his obsessive-compulsive disorder, Moriarty concluded that he would, but after leaving the dream, would he still be able to find the passage to this dream smoothly?

He could tell that he should have been in Sherlock's thinking palace just now, that's why he could say "been here a few times".But the fireplace was clearly covered with dust, which proved that Sherlock himself hadn't used it for a long time.What made him give up the most secret and safest place in his mind?Apparently because there was a substitute.The replacement was his Victorian home.And why is he coming back?Apparently because he thought Moriarty didn't exist in "reality" and could only see him in his own mind... and he wasn't surprised that Moriarty could come and go in his mind , which is enough to prove that he subconsciously believes that Moriarty is not dead.

It's a battle of reason and emotion, and it's pretty intense.

Moriarty and Mycroft, both highly intelligent, had never had a time like this.The latter is because reason is sufficient to deal with all emotional issues perfectly, and rational thinking can suppress emotional thinking without difficulty; Moriarty, perhaps, is because he is depraved enough.All his perceptual thinking is pure egoism. Because of self-interest, it has become a sharp knife attached to reason.

If Sherlock can accept the fall, he will not find such a question conflicting.It is precisely because he still has a conscience in his heart... ah, maybe there is a strong enough moral code, so this situation occurs.But the thing that hurts him the most is not falling in love with his enemy. People are always involuntarily attracted to things that are similar to but different from themselves... What hurts him is that he cannot accept himself in this state.

Sherlock is a proud man.

And Moriarty, trying to watch Sherlock, fell.

The author has something to say: It’s really too early to say big things OUO these two days, I don’t know if it’s because I didn’t rest during the day, so I’m so sleepy at night... I’m so tired after staying up late... Aww, I wanted to write more while my mind was clear, but I ended up writing At [-] words, I was already so sleepy that I couldn't keep my eyes open... Woo...