[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

When consciousness emerged from the darkness again, Moriarty almost thought that he had fallen into the inexplicable memory interruption before.But he soon heard the sound of water, as if a waterfall was crashing down from the top of his head, and cold water droplets splashed on his face from time to time.After opening his eyes, he really saw damp rocks and a large piece of moss.Soon he confirmed that he was indeed next to a waterfall.

He couldn't help frowning a little.This is obviously not in line with his previous judgment... On the night he killed Sir Eustace, he had the first impression of the memory after losing consciousness, so he judged that he was caught in some kind of memory, regardless of this sudden "" "Absence" is the result of the struggle between two forces. The reason for forgetting the content of the memory is probably related to the rules of this "dream world"-it seems to be consciously erasing some of Moriarty's memories. Like what she did to Sherlock, except that the latter took the initiative to hide certain memories.The results of Mrs. Cormac's "information" confirmed this point from the side. This world has its own laws, not just established according to Sherlock's needs.

But now he appeared in a place where he had never been... No, wait, he might have been here in the setting of this world.This is Reichenbach Falls.

Moriarty stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down the waterfall.There seemed to be a river below, but the water vapor was so dense that he couldn't see it clearly, so he could only guess that the mountain stream was very deep based on the result of throwing stones.If you jump from here, there are eight out of ten—nine times out of ten you will hit your head on some protruding rock, your brain will burst, or even if you are not lucky, your body will be smashed to pieces.This is in line with his usual way of dying... but it may not be so beautiful, and no one will be able to determine his real death.

But it didn't seem like a flashback, because Sherlock wasn't here.Then he boldly guessed that this place is actually more like the dream that Sherlock wove in his dream before, the memory palace in that dream?At first Sherlock chose 221B Baker Street because he was more familiar with it, and he just suspected that Moriarty was not dead-once this information was confirmed, the battle moved to the Reichenbach Falls, because he was going to be on the two sides. Where men have faced off before, beat Moriarty "again".

——Then, is this another dream within a dream, or just a different scene?

Moriarty looked around.He hadn't forgotten what happened before he lost consciousness.It was like a movie plot, the whole world just turned into smoke in front of him, and Sherlock disappeared in the smoke.And before he disappeared, the pained look on his face made Moriarty feel a little familiar.Did he remember something?So you want to get out of the dream? ...

But Moriarty concluded that Sherlock's breakaway would not succeed, as evidenced by his own current position.If Sherlock stopped dreaming, Moriarty should be back in his memory palace.Don't forget, before entering the Victorian era, he also "read" the settings of that world, like reading a manual before playing a game.Now that he is still in the nineteenth century, the game is not over yet, but he doesn't know which way Sherlock will choose to re-enter this dream this time.

Moriarty is the biggest villain boss in this game. If he can't be defeated, how can Sherlock return to his "reality" with peace of mind?

He stood on the narrow cliff path, humming a familiar tune, and waited leisurely for Sherlock to appear.Sure enough, not long after, gray smoke billowed from the ground not far away.Sherlock, dressed in nineteenth-century clothing and a deerstalker hat, emerged from the smoke, lying on the cold, damp ground just as Moriarty had just woken up.But he didn't wake up naturally like Moriarty, but was suddenly awakened by a nightmare—then he looked at the waterfall and couldn't help but say to himself: "I see... still haven't woken up. It's still a dream, isn't it?"

Then he sat up and saw Moriarty.

Moriarty almost laughed.It's a pretty serious scene though, and he's dutifully playing a villain boss who's evil enough and strong enough.So he just looked at Sherlock and spread his hands out: "Welcome to the final level, Sherlock. Want a hug with good friend Moriarty?"

Sherlock's expression was very stiff, and it took a second or two before he recovered: "...the scene is a bit too grand, isn't it?"

"No way, Sherlock, this narrow battlefield?" Moriarty showed a surprised expression, "Well, maybe this is your taste. I prefer an open place with more steps... the game It’s always fun when more people are involved, isn’t it?”

He tossed the rhetorical question back easily.Sherlock looked at him with bright eyes: "Yes...for you and me, no big scene is suitable. Can I boldly imagine here that you are not a phantom in my dream, let alone me Split personality, isn't it a character I imagined when I was bored in prison?"

"Sherlock, you admitted it." Moriarty said softly, "I'm back."

He looked at Sherlock, the smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth: "Thanks to you, Sherlock, I would like to see what hell looks like, but unfortunately you arranged for me to die a less easy way to die. Falling from a high place , There are indeed many ways to escape, right? Suicide with a gun, it may also be an internal response that was arranged in advance. It may even be twins-ahha, this is a bit reliable for you to guess, I have brothers, use Mori There are three people with the surname Artie."

Sherlock's voice lowered: "What else did I guess right?"

"Dream." Moriarty said the word and took a step forward, "Sherlock, you fell into a dream too...too deep. Congratulations, you will be the only one in this world who is buried alive in your dream people here."

"...tell me how you survived?"

Moriarty rolled his lips: "Boring...you are still struggling with this kind of problem? I thought it was obvious. Only longing can bring the dead back——Sherlock, who else in this world would Do you miss me so deeply?"

As he spoke, he walked towards Sherlock, shortening the distance between them.Sherlock also took a step forward.He is tall and long-legged, and with one step, the distance between the two of them was brought closer to nothing: "...I admit, Moriarty, you do have extraordinary talents, and you can even be on a par with me. But on the edge of a narrow cliff, whether you What do you think the chances of winning are in hand-to-hand combat?—Small man!"

Moriarty threw a punch, hitting Sherlock viciously on the nose.He was starting to hit back at Sherlock's slighting of him - what did Sherlock think it was?Play house?He regarded the so-called match as a compliment to Moriarty, but I'm sorry, for Moriarty, praising Sherlock as his lifelong opponent is the greatest compliment to Sherlock! !

Sherlock was caught off guard like a violent storm.It is true that he has learned boxing, and he is also a good kickboxer, but Moriarty is not bad, because of his relationship with the Chinese gangsters, he has received guidance from Chinese martial artists a long time ago.Life is always the biggest bargaining chip, and Moriarty cherishes his own life more than most people in the world.Underestimated his level?Let Sherlock learn the lesson of his arrogance!

Seizing the opportunity and taking advantage of his opponent's underestimation, Moriarty knocked Sherlock to the ground without much effort.He was not very strong, but he only used his weak points. For a moment, Sherlock's face was wrinkled because of the severe pain, and he was lying on the ground, unable to get up.

"What do you think of me?" Moriarty asked pantingly, "An evenly matched opponent? No, I might just be a virus living in your brain from your point of view. Say hello to the virus, huh?"

Sherlock stood up again.He lunged at Moriarty, a quick strike.Moriarty's defensive ability is not weak, but unfortunately Sherlock has calculated the position correctly.The leather shoes stepped on a mossy rock, and Moriarty slipped and fell to the ground.Sherlock seized the opportunity and punched Moriarty on the cheekbone.Moriarty snorted, and instead of fighting back, he hugged Sherlock's waist and threw him down the cliff.Survival instinct prevailed for a moment, and Sherlock let go of his hand and retreated to the side.

"You're right, Moriarty." He took off his hat and threw it aside, his eyes were extremely bright, "I'm missing you. It's boring to have no opponent..."

Moriarty smiled maliciously: "There is no need to test me like this, Sherlock. Don't you know what you have done? You locked me in your own thinking palace, and you summoned me to chat when you needed it, no Forget about it when you need it, and think of me as a program you can call at any time. Am I your captive pet? Huh? Sherlock? You don't care if you have a rival, just like you don't care who Morrie is Like Artie. You care only for your Watson, as much as you once cared for Redbeard!"

He jumped on it again.This time he aimed for the ribs.Once, twice, cornering Sherlock, he punched Sherlock at the temple.Sherlock's head was buzzing, and the feeling of vomiting welled up.He grabbed Moriarty by the shoulders, and the two of them rolled to the ground together.Moriarty lowered his head and bit Sherlock's neck, the severe pain made Sherlock subconsciously let go.Moriarty took the opportunity to ride on Sherlock's body, grabbed Sherlock's hair, pressed his head to the ground, and punched him in the face: "... virus, resurrection, bride, Huh? Woman, bitch, GAY, huh? Sherlock! You never wondered why I knew that would definitely get your attention? Because! I! Already! See through! Yourself!"

Sherlock's cheekbones were so sharp that Moriarty hurt his hand from hitting them.But he didn't notice it, instead, he felt excitement rising in his chest.He paused every word and punched it down, but Sherlock suddenly let go of his hands and laughed.

Moriarty paused.Sherlock laughed until tears came out.He looked at Moriarty, as if looking at some interesting toy, and said gently: "Imprisonment? I remembered, I remembered, I did that. I did that, I don't know why you live In my mind, perhaps for some occult reason? I was a little timid and a little excited, and I locked you up in the deepest part of my consciousness. Remember? In a basement. I put you in prison Clothes, carefully filled the walls with cushions, so that you will not hurt yourself. There is also a chain, yes, a dog chain, to prevent you from escaping. I keep you in captivity, like a pet. But you can’t remember, Didn't you? You forgot all about it!"

Moriarty sneered, and punched Sherlock on the mouth again.Sherlock snorted, and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva from the side of his head: "...Want to know why you don't have the memory of that time? Even I forgot?"

Moriarty squeezed Sherlock's chin, and said coldly, "Because you're running away, Sherlock, you can't face yourself like this."

Sherlock bared his teeth and smiled coldly: "It's also because I realized that what I need is not a pet, but an opponent. You are me...I am you...We are too similar. If this goes on, One day I will forever forget you in the corner of my memory. No, in fact I would have forgotten it a long time ago, if not for an accident."

Moriarty narrowed his eyes dangerously. "You want to piss me off, Sherlock?"

Sherlock still smiled, but opened his eyes, looking at Moriarty burningly: "Three brothers? Jim, dear, do you really think you have brothers? You have always been alone. I'm just bored , needs an opponent, and that opponent can be anyone, anyone can be Moriarty!"

"..."

Moriarty suddenly smiled.He let go of his hands, let go of the support of his arms, and lay on top of Sherlock.He whispered softly in Sherlock's ear: "Things that look glamorous may not be real... Eyes can deceive us. Thank you for reminding me, Sherlock, now I understand what it means."

Sherlock's smile disappeared.He narrowed his eyes and asked back, "What?"

"I thought it was Mrs. Cormac reminding me, but in fact it's just you trying to remind yourself through my mouth." Moriarty panted and laughed, and said maliciously, "You're dead, you're dead, Xia Locke, you're in too deep. You forget the circumstances under which you saw me, because of seeing me you have this dream. Sherlock, you died before Mary's bullet went through you Chest is already dead. You go into the depths of your consciousness, and then create a dream, imagine yourself waking up; and then imagine that I came back alive, because how can I do without an opponent? To explain why I am alive , you entered the third dream, dreaming that you came to the nineteenth century; then you saw me in the mind palace, this is the fourth dream; let me guess, what did you do when you left ?You think you have solved the mystery of the resurrection, so you must have looked for evidence, but when you woke up, you found out that you were still in a dream, which proves that you entered the fifth dream before. As for this, Sherlock , this is not the nineteenth century, and this is not your mind palace, this is the last gate, and the last dream, the dream of hell - the sixth dream. No one has ever been able to go so deep, Sherlock, you can't wake up Come!—you! dead! dead!"

He laughed, and kissed Sherlock's sweaty hair at the temples indiscriminately, his cheeks flushed with pleasure, and his eyes sparkled: "Wow, I can't think of it, this is the truth of the matter, yes No? There's no captivity at all, no resurrection. You're only dead so you can see me, because I'm already dead! How are you, Sherlock? Do you miss me? Miss me? Think me?"

Sherlock didn't move.Moriarty slapped his cheek, forcing him to look at himself: "Come on, Sherlock, baby, try the feeling of falling. How about we jump together? You and me! It's long overdue." , isn't it? Huh?"

"...Watson." Sherlock finally said, "You did force me to reveal a side that I don't want to admit, but only once, Moriarty. I will not lose the good things in my heart The stuff, the weaknesses, the weapons I rely on, I admit I'm selfish enough, high functioning sociopath, looking for what I need in other people, but I need this. Just like you need crime."

Moriarty almost laughed angrily: "Great, so I am only worthy of the same level as Watson?"

There was no expression on Sherlock's face, and his gray-green eyes were particularly dull under the shadows: "... If you want to think so, I don't object, although I think you should think about why we are involved in this game, Why are there only two souls in the deepest part of the dream, and only you and me standing on the top of hell. Why?"

"Because it's true." Moriarty murmured, looking at Sherlock, and slowly laughing.

"Sherlock...do you think I will be fooled?" He said softly, "If you want to flirt with Dad, you have to practice for another 30 years. Give me a sweet date after a stick? I don't care about the method of taming animals Yes. Watson hasn’t appeared yet, don’t you realize what this means? It means that your impression is shattered, because you know that Watson brand anti-virus software can only kill viruses in your hard disk, and I Not on your hard drive. Why are we the only ones here? High functioning sociopaths, why? Why a cliff? Why?"

He laughed and stood up, retreated to the edge of the cliff, and blew a kiss to Sherlock: "Goodbye, Sherlock~"

He was about to fall on his back, but at that moment, Sherlock jumped up, hugged him tightly, and jumped into the deep ravine together.

The author has something to say: Well written! !Really, I wrote this article just for this scene! ! [writhing excitedly] But it's a little different from what I expected, originally it was because of the scene in the movie [I will never admit that I thought of something that I couldn't describe at the time] but I think this is more in line with Mo Niang's character a little~

The day before yesterday I went to Shanghai to play spicy food, and I just came back yesterday. The reason why there is no update is that I am too tired to think about it. Orz is in a much more spicy state today. 23333 is so thick and long.

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