[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

After a few dances, some people gradually became bored with the dance, retreated from the auditorium one after another, and went for a walk in the garden arranged by the front door.The garden is decorated with roses and sculptures, and there is a kind of quiet beauty under the moonlight.After entering the garden, everyone began to whisper when they talked, separated in pairs, and disappeared into the bushes.

Moriarty and Sherlock also came out along with the other couples who left.They followed behind those people, entered the garden, strolled under the silvery night sky, smelling the fragrance of roses in their noses, and walked along a winding path towards the depths of the garden.

"The atmosphere is so good." Moriarty stopped beside a fountain, looking at Sherlock with bright eyes, "Don't you want to do something?"

Sherlock laughed uncontrollably, took his shoulders, and pressed a kiss to his lips.But when he was about to leave, Moriarty bit his lips instead, grinding his teeth together, and soon there was a fresh bloodstain on his lips, and the smell of rust spread between his lips and teeth.

Sherlock suddenly couldn't stop his smile, even though there was pain on his lips, he still felt ecstatic... because the eyes looking at him were so beautiful.It does not belong to an innocent child, nor does it belong to a seasoned politician... It only belongs to Moriarty, with cunning in innocence and evil in sweetness, like a crystal orchid blooming in a dense forest, quietly entrenched in the rotten soil up, staring indifferently into the darkness.

Moriarty raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised: "What are you laughing at?"

Sherlock was startled, but the smile on his face did not disappear: "I don't know."

They stared at each other for a few seconds, and Sherlock laughed even harder.He put his hands on Moriarty's shoulders and buried his head in the crescent of his neck in this position.Moriarty, however, became suspicious and fell back, trying to break free from his shackles.But Sherlock pushed hard, and a second later, they both fell on the lawn behind the bushes.

Although the posture is very ambiguous, but at this age, they absolutely can't do anything.Moriarty yelled angrily, "Sherlock!"

Sherlock lifted his face and kissed him.

The sound of drizzling water rang in my ears, and the fountain raised water columns under the moonlight, and the transparent water mist refracted in mid-air - giving off finely divided rays of light, as gorgeous and beautiful as starlight.The rose petals fell on the grass, the moisture of the soil, the green smell of the grass and the fragrance of the flowers merged together, pouring into the nose at close range, making almost every breath contain too much complicated information , the mind became dizzy, and it was difficult to tell what exactly... I forgot when Moriarty started kissing back.They fought for the initiative on the grass and rolled upside down several times. By the time Moriarty woke up with a rose thorn in the back of his hand, they were already far away from the fountain.

Embarrassed for the first time, Moriarty stood up with his hands on his hands.Sherlock stood up too.Only then did Moriarty realize that the color of the cloth on his arm was also a little strange.A few short thorns were stuck in the fabric, and a deep red fainted.

Moriarty couldn't help holding his breath in his heart: "...Why? What are you laughing at..."

Sherlock raised his hand and coughed: "Maybe it's because... I'm happy?"

Moriarty: "..." Kicking you to death every minute! !

Sherlock took his hand and held the back of it up to his eyes, examining the injury carefully.Moriarty let him watch.Since absorbing the crown soul tablet, his body has indeed become much healthier.Only a few drops of blood flowed from the wound, and after a while, scabs began to form.

Sherlock lowered his head, sucked the uncoagulated blood into his mouth, then took his hand, and returned to the path very naturally.At this time, they didn't know which path they were on, and the figures shaking in the bushes became very rare, and only a little sound could be heard occasionally.

Moriarty made no further movements of resistance.But he was still very unhappy.It's too bad that this kind of thing is out of control... He wondered if Sherlock had suddenly figured out something.He hates being controlled.

But maybe this is Sherlock's purpose...to arouse his doubts and make him feel uneasy, so as to prove whether his guess is right or not.He has played this trick on the rooftop.But at that time, even if he didn't try to hide his true emotions, Moriarty was sure that he would struggle in vain, and in the end he would still get into his own net...

...and now.

He suddenly laughed too, which made Sherlock feel baffled, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.After a moment of silence, Sherlock averted his eyes and said in a low voice, "Frankly speaking, at first I never thought that you would appear in this world... I thought it was all a dream, or I was still in a dream. But I am sure that you are dead, right in front of me, I confirm your death..."

"Death, is the new sex-sense." Moriarty pressed his wand to his tongue, imitating the words he had once said, "Oh Sherlock... unfortunately I am as sure as you are that you are too died."

"Thank you, but you don't need to repeat the facts." Sherlock said blankly, "I have also thought about our relationship, especially whether it is fair to John..."

Moriarty snorted coldly, with an unhappy expression: "Wow, your cohabiting lover."

Sherlock's tone was sincere, but there was a smile on the corner of his lips: "So dear Jim, can I hire you to be my secret lover, so that I won't be accused by others when things are exposed?"

"It's amazing, Sherlock, this ambition is really amazing. But I'm afraid you can't afford the employment fee. Tell me, are you going to pay me 3000 million first, or bring me your lover's head?" Momo Riati stopped abruptly and sneered.

Sherlock showed a thoughtful look: "Mm...Maybe I can exchange something else."

Moriarty glared at him fiercely.

"For example, this world." Sherlock clasped his hands together and propped his chin with his thumbs to prevent his smile from showing too much. "I think you must have been curious for a long time...why I have no impression of this world, but Made it up? I think maybe it's actually about you, some of your memories and emotions got to me when I locked you in the basement...on the one hand I'm trying to pretend I'm normal The human side has collapsed, and on the other hand, the whole dream has changed... How long have you stayed in my thinking palace? One month? Two months? One year? Two years? Just liberated from the prison Is it at least a week? And the speed of thinking is different from the time in the normal world... So no matter whether I am alive or dead, no matter what happened to me in reality, the world now must be I created a new dream based on your thinking and memory..."

Moriarty's response was lukewarm: "Wow."

A blow missed, but at least verified the desired result, Sherlock appropriately ended the paragraph: "...for another example, now at least it can be known that you have deliberately obtained your current identity. You, Voldemort, the savior, Moody, Malfoy, Black... There is a very obvious connection among them, and it is Voldemort. I am afraid you still don't think much of the terrorist organization that Voldemort created, but I think you should be satisfied with the troubles you have caused in the wizarding world ...It's not so much that the 'Order of the Phoenix' is arguing for the rights of Muggles, it's better to say that they are taking the opportunity to take revenge on some pure blood. How do you know the list of Death Eaters? Someone is working for you... Who is it? It's clear enough, Moody. But..."

"But you can't figure it out, how on earth did I convince him to work for me?" Moriarty interrupted him.

Sherlock stared at him.

"There are still many things you can't figure out, dear Sherlock." Moriarty lazily said, "I suggest you use your brain more... Besides, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait until the day when you have two legs. Before your dear John starts meeting his stamp girls, we shall decide."

He showed a very bright smile to Sherlock: "I will give you a message worth a life for free-this time will not be too far away."

Sherlock's eyes darkened.

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Episode:

When he was back on the path, Moriarty pinched a beetle from Sherlock's shoulder.

Mo [diabolical smile]: "If you dare to write indiscriminately, I will kill you!"

Beetle: "...QAQ"

The author has something to say: [serious face] Look!I'm really trying really hard to get them in a relationship!It's not a plot flow!Really!