[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

The whole world is filled with an unreal sense of reality.

Sherlock doesn't feel that his condition has improved compared to before.His head hurt, almost as bad as his chest, and he was pretty sure he had no history of heart problems or headaches.He's not even sure if it's really hurting—it's like he's on drugs, and his mind feels extra active, and the whole world feels so light, like it's going to shatter when he hits it.No—he remembered, there was such a thing.Mycroft asked him where the list was, and he pulled it out.

But he could tell the difference between reality and dream almost instantly.The moment he opened his eyes he knew that the bride incident was just a dream he had woven in his head, out of a cold case about the Victorian era that he had read by accident.He thought the case was a good one to explain Moriarty's undead mystery.Even though he hadn't fought yet, he was able to simulate a confrontation with his mind... He was about to figure it out, and he even saw Moriarty die in front of him again, but his estimate of the time was wrong.The plane landed.He was forced to wake up from the dream.

Sherlock was annoyed.Moriarty is no ordinary criminal, he is the Napoleon of crime, above all criminals.If he did return from fake death, it would be completely unrealistic to try to defeat him without some preparation in advance.He tried to seize the opportunity through the dream, at least figure out how Moriarty fooled him and everyone - but this move was interrupted, when he was about to get the truth!

He will soon know the truth.Sherlock was so restless that he had no time to care what his brother, John, and Mary had said.He just wanted to go back to that dream again.But how to go back?how to go back...

Mycroft was still babbling, "I should have realized, Sherlock, that solitary confinement really meant locking you with your sworn enemy..."

For a moment Sherlock even wanted to growl at him.But the memory of sitting alone in the cell soon came to his mind - yes, very boring.They regarded him as a dangerous item, a nuclear warhead, and for a whole week, no one dared to even say a word to him, as if any communication would become the fuse of an explosion.Very boring, very boring.He can only find something timeless to pass the time.And what would most arouse his abiding interest?no doubt……

Suddenly, a frightened figure flashed in front of Sherlock's eyes.Pale cheeks, cold sweat, dirty prison clothes... When those eyes looked over, his thoughts suddenly fragmented, and then just like every time before, he forgot what he had thought before.

The moment he regained consciousness, he heard John say, "Morphine or cocaine?"

Sherlock seemed to have grasped something suddenly.He turned his head suddenly and looked at John: "What did you just say?"

John looked at him inexplicably: "...I didn't say anything."

"No, you said, 'What's today? Morphine or cocaine.'" Sherlock repeated, looking excited.His vision began to slack, and darkness spread from his eyes.

He grasped the key.

"Holmes?"

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Moriarty quickly calmed down.Being ejected from the mind palace is actually a good thing now.Because Sherlock may not go deep into his own thinking again, but he will definitely find ways to return to this dream created by himself-because the case has not been solved yet.If the riddle is not solved, then Sherlock's dream will be in vain, because he wants to find out why Moriarty is still alive.

In other words, this is actually a process of Sherlock trying to murder Moriarty, murdering the Moriarty in his own mind.But I'm sorry, Moriarty didn't think he was a figure of Sherlock's imagination.Who will win and lose in this war is yet to be decided.

Moriarty was lying on the bed for a while when he heard a knock on the door.The little face of Mrs. Cormack's eldest son, Daniel, was exposed through the crack of the door, and he raised a gun timidly: "Is this your thing, teacher?"

"Daniel!" A stern voice sounded from behind him.Daniel was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to turn around and hide the gun behind his back.Mrs. Cormack easily took the gun and stepped into Moriarty's room: "Go and find your sister, Daniel, it's time for you to say goodbye to your father."

Daniel had to leave.

Moriarty looked at Mrs Cormack.She is obviously different from before... When Eustace just died a few days ago, she was still a little distraught, and even almost collapsed because of killing herself; but within a few days, a healthy blush appeared on her face again , the back is straight, the whole person is glowing, it seems that he has found his own life direction.

"Good morning, Mr. Moriarty." Mrs. Cormac said with a smile, "Sir Eustace is about to hold a funeral today, and I am going to conclude with this. The sisters also hope to make a summary and gain some experience from it." Of course, Mr. Moriarty, your help is indispensable. We hope you can participate."

Moriarty laughed, and suddenly had an idea: "Is Mary Watson going too?"

Mrs. Cormac was a little surprised: "Sorry, what did you say?"

"That's right, the maid of the doctor's house." Moriarty said softly, "She has a sensitive and careful mistress. How could she not find out why the maid she hired is often late and moves strangely? Think about it for a while. You know, if Mrs. Raccoon Lady's affairs are artificial, she must have a group of helpers, and what helper is more suitable than the feminist organization she has heard of and thought about joining... Ah, Sherlock, I know what you're going to do."

"……gentlemen?"

"Louisa, I suggest that you concentrate on Mr. Cormac's funeral today." Moriarty turned over and stood up, putting on his dressing gown, "Then please send me a telegram—just tell Jasmine, I got it .”

Mrs Cormack stood still.She put the gun on the table, and said slowly: "Mr. Moriarty, you should know that I am very grateful to you, and I am willing to do my best to repay you."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows: "So?"

"Why did we encounter such a tragedy? Because of the deception of the eyes, Mr. Moriarty." Mrs. Cormack's voice became softer and softer, "Things that look bright may not be real..."

She suddenly trembled, shook her head, and her expression was full of blankness: "Mr. Moriarty? Oh, what I want to say... If you need anything, please feel free to contact me, and I will repay you of."

"No need." The smile on Moriarty's face disappeared.He took a deep look at Mrs. Cormack, and walked to the bathroom: "Let's prepare a carriage for me, ma'am."

He began to realize more deeply that the world was out of control.

Moriarty had always thought the dream was too real.Sherlock cannot create a world, but what appears in front of Moriarty is a real world.Even if Moriarty may have been affected by Sherlock's condition, causing his judgment to contain a part of his own intelligence, but the facts will not lie. Mrs. Cormac told a secret in front of his eyes, and then was caught by the dreamer. Rule influence has forgotten the secret.

Moriarty did not forget how he fell into the fragments of memory again and again, forgetting what he saw again and again to wake up.Nor had he forgotten what he had seen a few days earlier when he had killed Mr. Cormack.Although he only remembered some sporadic fragments, it was enough to support him to find the reason for this dream... But, it's ridiculous, Mrs. Cormac actually told him that what he saw was wrong, so what is right? ! ! ?

He had lost interest in why the dream existed, and now that he was dead - Moriarty was dead - there was no way he could ever be resurrected.And Sherlock?Oh, and it was Moriarty's mission to tell him the truth.

But the world was out of control, and the NPC Mrs. Cormac actually got out of her own settings and said what she shouldn't have said.Moriarty was curious, if the world had rules, what would it want to prove?express what?If it deceives itself, why does it deceive?What benefit can it gain by fooling Moriarty and Sherlock?

There was a vague idea in his mind, but it was fleeting, so fast that people couldn't grasp the beginning and end.

But right now, nothing is as important as Sherlock.

Moriarty fastened the buttons, took the suitcase, and walked outside.

The author has something to say: I am so sad that I have written this far.Although I thought that ten chapters would be enough to finish the story of the hateful bride...I didn't expect that I could write it so long!

The following plot is so tense, I’m really afraid that it won’t be well written, that kind of confrontation between the soul and the flesh~ [what?] In short, I hope the writing goes well...I want to update it every day, woo woo QUQ