[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

Sherlock was sure he had taken the right dose, but now he felt the effects of the cocaine were a little too much.The feeling he was familiar with was attacking his reason with impunity.He staggered to his feet, remembering that he had been on a plane with a beardless Watson and a skinny version of Mycroft.He put the dream behind him in the blink of an eye, because he still hadn't figured out the mystery of the bride's case... even though it was on his lips.

Because of injecting drugs, he was even more unreal than usual.Watson, who had woken him up, seemed even more irritable because of it, and nearly grabbed him by the collar and snarled--but he wasn't doing much worse than that.Sherlock felt that every brain cell in his brain was vibrating in his voice. If the servant hadn't come in to deliver a telegram from Mary, he might have collapsed even the attic of his thoughts.And even with this diverting Watson's attention, on the way to the abandoned church mentioned in the telegram, Watson was still chattering, asking one question after another... It's strange, why he didn't find out before Watson likes to talk so much?

But in the process of bumping the carriage, his confused thoughts were finally sorted out slowly.The Mind Palace seems to be as easy to use as before.He thought about what the answer Moriarty didn't say, and he knew he knew... Although Mary would not be aimless, what she discovered must be related to the truth, but in comparison, Sherlock still I prefer the feeling of solving puzzles by myself.

No... a voice in his mind said vaguely, it's all the same...

Sherlock stood up abruptly.Undoubtedly, his head hit the roof of the car with a loud "boom".Watson was taken aback and looked up at him: "Holmes?"

Sherlock sat down with a distorted expression: "...What did you just say?"

"..." Watson looked at him as if he were looking at a terminally ill person. "I didn't say anything. Are you crazy, Holmes?"

"I'd be happier if you said something, because it at least proves that your level has improved." Sherlock said anxiously, "Didn't you find anything wrong?"

Watson sarcastically said: "I think the biggest mistake is that you told me that Mary was in danger!"

"If she breaks a secret, of course there is danger, Watson." Before the carriage stopped, Sherlock couldn't wait to jump down from it, "I'm afraid we have to face a difficult enemy next. It's..."

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Moriarty stood in the shadows, watching the light source.

The abandoned church is gloomy and empty, and the useless seats and other things have been cleared out by the community.In order to keep it secret, they did not hesitate to create haunted rumors and sealed all the windows firmly.The only light source in the church was the torch. The dancing flames pulled out distorted black shadows on the ground, and together with the mechanical echo hitting the wall, created a weird and cold atmosphere.

If a person who is not brave enough breaks in here, he may think that he has seen a ghost.But both Mary and Sherlock and Watson who came later, obviously broke away from the ranks of the timid.Sherlock even interrupted their ceremony, made a speech, and solved the mystery behind the bride's case bit by bit...but it was so boring, really, so boring.Moriarty felt that such a Sherlock was meaningless.He knew that what he said was not the correct answer, at least not what he really wanted, but why did he still believe this?

...The only explanation is that Sherlock is reluctant to let him die.He knew how hard the world would be without Moriarty.Perhaps he had already felt the pain.So in order to find himself a match, he had to convince himself that Moriarty was still alive.

——But what Sherlock didn't expect was that he wanted to comfort his lonely heart with the fact that Moriarty was alive, but let the real Moriarty "resurrect" in his thinking palace.

Moriarty's eyes darkened.Maybe he should have figured out Sherlock's intentions long ago, when Watson came up with the explanation of the twins, when he found these "brides"... What Sherlock needs is not Moriarty, he is just alone for too long and needs a Understand him and know his opponent.That opponent could be anyone, even Watson.It was named Moriarty by accident, and it existed in Sherlock's heart, adding, deleting, modifying as he needed... As long as he was his opponent, anyone could be Moriarty!

Moriarty felt humiliated by it.

"Ah... Sherlock." He murmured Sherlock's name softly, "You don't know me well enough..."

Only one of the triplets was Moriarty. Only one person in 3000 million is Moriarty.Only Moriarty is Moriarty in the Three Thousand Worlds.

Only I am your opponent... Sherlock...

"I'm not Moriarty." He put down his veil, stepped on the scattered clothes under his feet, and walked slowly towards Sherlock. "Moriarty is me... Sherlock..."

Moriarty is now wearing the mass-produced "Rico Riddy Bridal Dress".The off-white bridal dress makes people look tall and straight, but the thin waist-limbs and upper chest are a bit flat, and the shoulders are not the width of a normal woman... This is a very obvious flaw, but Sherlock only noticed the pair at a glance. High arches per second.His heart began to beat faster than usual, his saliva secretion suddenly became abnormal, and his voice became dry because of this: "... there is just one small thing that I don't quite understand, Mrs. Cormac, what makes you Decided to ask me to stop a murder that was premeditated?"

Meeting Sherlock's eyes through the veil, Moriarty couldn't help laughing.You don't need mind reading or a lie detector, just seeing Sherlock's goofy way of pretending to be serious is enough to make people laugh.Sane Sherlock, Straight Sherlock—oh.He lifted the veil while laughing, with a happy purr in his throat, like a leopard cat playing with its prey: "Wow, you don't understand, of course you don't understand, Sherlock... because you think wrong , eh? Have you thought about it? You are wrong, wrong from beginning to end."

He watched Sherlock's shocked face, and smiled even more recklessly.Surprisingly, he didn't feel nervous at all, nor was he excited.He just thought it was funny, and then he started thinking wildly.Will Sherlock be afraid?Suppose he realizes the truth?Oh, good baby Sherlock who is afraid of death... He is stern, of course he is afraid.He was also afraid of many things, such as being afraid of people knowing that he had fantasies about the same sex, but Moriarty had watched him grow up, and Mycroft could realize that, of course he could too.What's more, dreams can't lie...Dreams, yes, it's wonderful, the last thing Sherlock can't lie to is himself, he is gay by nature.In reality his cover-ups were Molly Amber and John Watson who always had girlfriends, but in his dream he couldn't cover it up.Watson moved out, who left Baker Street?Why did Jasmine appear in the image of a man, but he didn't notice it? ...But when Moriarty appeared in women's clothing, God, look at those eyes, does Sherlock know how greedy they are?

... What a conservative boy.

Moriarty licked his lips, the tip of his tongue running over the dried blood on his lips.Sure enough, he saw Sherlock's gaze could not help turning here.In a sort of vindictive spirit, he put a capital Y on his lips—it was you, it was bride, it was chromosome Y. A 21st-century Sherlock would understand this right away.Didn't Sherlock think he should have a soft and weak image?Then he just reminded him well that GAY is not a woman after all... No, no, what good would it do Sherlock to deny that he was masculine?Will he get pleasure from this? ...he desires for himself?

Moriarty was taken aback.He looked at Sherlock curiously.This was the first time he thought of this possibility.It is not uncommon to fall in love with one's enemy. After all, it is rare in the world to have two people who are so similar yet completely different, and at the same time evenly matched... But desire?

Sherlock had no idea what Moriarty was thinking.His face was livid, and he retorted subconsciously: "No, it can't be you..."

But even he himself didn't know what he was refuting.He thought he had a dream, dreaming of Moriarty, but Moriarty actually appeared in front of him, and then the content of the dream implied that he was manipulating everything behind the scenes... There seemed to be something on that face This kind of power is particularly confusing.Sherlock couldn't figure it out, it couldn't have been done by Moriarty, because Moriarty was obviously dead!

"Don't rush to deny it, didn't you know it all the time?" Moriarty tilted his head, his bright black eyes looked at Sherlock without blinking, innocent as a baby who didn't know the world. "Mirrors, brides, gongs... I'm a master criminal, Sherlock. Don't you think it's too stupid now? But to your liking, it's crazy enough for a goth game. But you don't understand... ..."

"...what?" Sherlock felt his temples throbbing.Double images began to appear in front of his eyes, and he even began to hear the steady beeping of the ECG monitor.No... no, no, this era...

"Think about it, Sherlock..." Moriarty said softly in a tone mixed with pity and sarcasm, "is all this true?"

Sherlock felt his strength drain.He staggered and fell to the ground.In the blink of an eye, the whole world shattered into gray smoke, shaking violently...

When the church disappeared in front of him, Moriarty suddenly felt an indescribable pain in his chest, piercing his brain along his bones.His vision went dark and he lost all consciousness.

The author has something to say: I'm so sorry that orz has been stuck for a long time this time, and I'm not good at writing turning points...

I was so excited to see the progress bar, and I was about to write to the waterfall!This episode is my favorite! !Woohoo! ! !

Work hard!

-2.2, minor repairs.