[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

The injection of drugs did not allow Sherlock to enter his spiritual world smoothly, but made his thinking even more confused.And if Mycroft wasn't insane, he'd be back in no time to face his greatest enemy.

Sherlock had to find a way to calm himself down.He left his phone behind, turned to John's blog, and started reading those original works.John has a good habit of recording the stories between them, and this helps Sherlock understand himself from other angles...and make himself smarter.

Sherlock's finger entered the one with the earliest date.

It was the first time John and he met, John had just been wounded in Afghanistan and was looking for a place to live in London, and his helpful old schoolmate introduced him to Sherlock... Aha, not a good first meeting scene Wonderful, at that time he was waving a whip at the dead body in the morgue...

...the body...

Sherlock's thinking paused for a moment, but his eyes continued to move down.Yes, and then they became roommates, sharing several of Mrs. Hudson's upstairs rooms, including the entire second and one bedroom on the third floor.Then came the cases that followed, each more interesting than the last.John called the original case "The Study of Pink Letters," and it was in that case that he first heard Moriarty's name...

... Moriarty ...

——No, it should be said that he has heard the name for a long time... Sherlock naturally felt the excitement of meeting his opponent.He accepted Moriarty's invitation, entered the game, and began to fight for victory.Obviously, he won, and Moriarty disappeared. He safely disappeared from the eyes of the world for three years by falling to death, to eliminate Moriarty's henchmen...

... No, no, it's not falling, falling can't kill people.No no, only the losers die.No no, Moriarty shot himself in the head...

A curse escaped unconsciously from Sherlock's lips.He stared at the phone without blinking, but his eyes lost focus.No, no, he watched Moriarty open a big hole in his head, Moriarty couldn't possibly be alive...then why is he still alive?

The text on the phone began to rotate, turning into colorful blocks, and then the entire window began to rotate.Sherlock had a splitting headache and groaned, feeling that his sanity was becoming blurred.

No, no, Molly said it, she said control—control—control—

... Moriarty!

Sherlock woke up suddenly.His head was still spinning, but an increasingly clear voice came from his ears: "...Holmes, Holmes? Holmes? Wake up, Holmes, we have arrived!"

The vision gradually became clear, Sherlock frowned, and pressed his fingers on the sore brows: "...Watson? When did you grow such a ridiculous mustache?"

The corner of the mouth of the person sitting next to him suddenly dropped, and he said unhappily: "Oh, Holmes, I can understand your lack of energy after a long journey, but can you tell some old-fashioned jokes less?"

"...Oh, I guess Mrs. Hudson will come to answer the door soon." Sherlock pushed the door open and got out of the carriage nimbly.At the same time, Mrs. Hudson also opened the door and greeted her: "...Mr. Holmes, I hope that next time, before you plan to go home, you can say hello to me first!"

"I'm afraid I'm not sure even myself, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock took a puff on his pipe and said solemnly, "This is the tricky part of the squire's dismemberment case. It is really difficult to arrange the schedule in advance. Alright, Mrs Hudson, I don't think you meant us to stand here in the cold."

The landlady began to talk to Watson with an unhappy expression, while Sherlock stepped up the stairs and entered the second floor.He pulled open the curtains to let the light in.Nothing in the room has changed since he left... No, there is a figure in the mirror above the fireplace!

Sherlock's footsteps stopped, his head was dizzy for a while, and then he saw clearly that it was just a woman standing in front of the transcript with a black veil.Watson, anxious to get rid of Mrs. Hudson's nagging, hurried into the room.He also couldn't help being surprised to see a woman standing there.

"Hello?" Watson asked tentatively, his eyes wandering between Sherlock and the woman in black. "Ah, uh, Holmes, I didn't know you already had an appointment."

"In your dream? Don't be silly, Watson." Sherlock sneered, "Obviously Mrs. Hudson has something against us. Good afternoon, I'm Sherlock Holmes, and this is my friend and colleague Watson. Dr. Sheng. You can talk freely in front of him, because he basically doesn't understand."

"Holmes!" Watson exclaimed discontentedly.

"But before you open your mouth, please allow me to share some small observations..." Sherlock twitched his nose slightly, discerning the familiar scent of perfume, and immediately knew the identity of the visitor .That's right, it was Mary Watson, she came here to find her long-lost husband...

The logic is impeccable, everything is fine.

A pair of eyes flashed in the mirror, then disappeared again.

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Moriarty was very amused.The mirror was like a Sherlock · active thinking · sensor. After passing through the mirror, he was stuffed with a lot of settings like reading a book.And the scene in the mirror also began to change, it was no longer limited to the living room on the second floor of [-]B Baker Street, but like building blocks, the prototype of a world was built in front of Moriarty.He watched all this with great interest. When the scene returned to the changed [-]B, and Sherlock with smooth back hair appeared in the mirror, Moriarty finally couldn't help laughing wildly, and slipped from the front of the fireplace to the on the ground.

Sherlock Holmes!He actually had a dream about the [-]th century, assuming that he had returned to the Victorian era, and then reconstructed the whole world by himself!

"Sherlock Holmes, you are a genius." Moriarty laughed until tears came out.He began to feel that things were getting more and more interesting.What is Sherlock going to do?He took pains to construct such a world, and even made the opening setting from the perspective of John Watson. What is he going to do?Can problems that cannot be solved in reality be solved in this virtual world?

Moriarty pressed his face to the mirror and listened with interest.Sherlock's voice came clearly: "... that's enough! The stage is ready, the curtain is up, and we're about to start."

Watson asked back, "Start what?"

"Sometimes in order to solve one case, you have to solve another first." Sherlock murmured, staring at the street below.

"Do you have a case? New case?"

"An old case... very old." Sherlock's brain felt dizzy again, "I have to go deep..."

"Deep into what?"

"Myself." Sherlock whispered, his mind suddenly regained clarity.He turned around and shouted loudly, "Lestrade, don't hang around the door, come in!"

Moriarty laughed.He knew what Sherlock wanted to do.What an interesting setting...and would be a fun enough game.He put his hand on the mirror, passed easily through it, and squeezed his whole body out of the mirror above the fireplace.A mosaic of colors quickly disappeared from the sight, and Moriarty found himself standing under the window of [-]B, in front of him was a bustling street with carriages driving.

"Very well, now the big villain Kim Moriarty is joining the game." Moriarty said to himself, reaching out to stop a carriage, "You'd better wear less, Mr. Holmes, the coat is too If it is thick, the bullet will not be so easy to penetrate!"

The author has something to say: Thank you for the friendly recommendation [there should be applause here] and thank you for the handsome cover and copywriting.It was only when I saw the collection that I realized that what I wrote was food rather than poisonous weeds... [laughs] Ps: It would be better if there are more comments~

The plot has officially entered, and the dialogue basically follows the original work, with some changes. [Laughs] Mo Niang is about to start being naughty!Curly, are you ready?