[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

If one had to describe Moriarty's current mood, "the boat capsized in the gutter" would be similar.He conceived fourteen ways to stimulate Sherlock, and designed how to push Sherlock step by step to the brink of collapse, but he never thought that Sherlock was already standing on the boundary line, just waiting for him to push , jumped into the abyss logically.

The moment his throat was strangled, Moriarty realized something was wrong.Sherlock exerted too much force, the base of Moriarty's tongue was stiff, his eyes were blackened, but his powerless hand held the wand tightly, pressing against Sherlock's waist.A red light came out from the tip of the wand without warning, Sherlock grunted, let go of his hands, bent over and fell to the ground due to the severe pain.

Moriarty took a big gulp of air, coughed twice, took out a bottle of potion that was only the size of a thumb from his pocket with his still weak fingers and drank it down.The potion worked quickly, and he was relieved of his discomfort.But then it was anger that rose to the fore.He walked up to Sherlock and kicked him suddenly.Sherlock was trembling with pain, dense sweat pooled on his forehead and rolled down his hairline.

Moriarty squatted down and smiled at him: "Are you sober? Oh~ I always like to advocate doing as the Romans do. Cruciatus, isn't it cool?"

The pain went through his body, and Sherlock couldn't speak at all.Moriarty whistled, and patted his cheek again: "Look, it's so good. Sherlock, you and I, isn't it good to talk calmly? Well... let me think about what to say now What. Greetings? Oh, yes." He cleared his throat and said in a formulaic tone, "Congratulations on entering the world of psychological shadows! But why are you looking at me like that? No, I Not your kind, Jim Moriarty was always a good guy."

He paused for two seconds, then smiled contentedly: "Great, no one objected to that."

The tide of severe pain receded gradually, and Sherlock squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "But you only cast the spell for two seconds..."

"That's weird—I thought you already knew that I'm a virus." Moriarty said coolly, "Wizards also say that people may go crazy after 15 seconds. Are you crazy, Xia? Locke? How does this taste compare to a drug addiction?"

Sherlock tried to sit up from the ground, eyes level with Moriarty: "Maybe it just means that you are not angry when you cast the spell."

"It makes sense." Moriarty said, "After all, if the body is gone, I only need to replace it with another one."

Something flashed in Sherlock's eyes.

They are now squatting, facing each other, if Sherlock's sweaty hair and the pinch mark on Moriarty's neck are ignored, the scene is rare and harmonious.Sherlock looked back in the mirror, his lips twitched, "...I'm sorry."

Moriarty pretended not to hear.

"I don't know...I mean, I didn't expect it at first." Sherlock's eyes wandered over the bare walls, but they didn't fall on Moriarty, "But I think it's understandable." ...it's not hard to imagine, because I have absolutely no experience. I never felt like I needed this...and you know, having a store of knowledge doesn't mean you'll be good at applying it...especially since I didn't think it would be when……"

He was silent for a while, and Moriarty still didn't respond to him.So he repeated, "I'm sorry."

"Say something that I can understand." Moriarty said blankly, "Otherwise I'll assume that I heard something more inconceivable than the destruction of the universe at my hands."

"Uh, um, assuming you can understand?" Sherlock glanced at him quickly, "...I like you."

Moriarty: "..."

"Hey, um... This is not the right environment at all, and the occasion is not right. Maybe I am a little too hasty, but if you are not willing to accept an apology, I can only assume that what you want to accept is this... I Love you."

Moriarty: "..."

Sherlock's expression became more and more unnatural: "...I admit that I am too slow in this regard, I should have found out earlier. And, cough, John and I are not lovers, and I really like your teasing- The bottom of the pants. Alright! I admit I've been paying attention to you for a long time, and I like your type. Damn, the worst words come out of my mouth, I don't know what to say anymore , maybe you will feel happy because of this? And... I do, um, have a crush on you for a long time."

Moriarty: "..."

His expression of being struck by lightning finally caught Sherlock's attention.Sherlock opened his mouth, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward: "...Jim?"

"...Holmes, I think you should see a psychiatrist." Moriarty said very seriously, "That's right, it's not psychological counseling, it's a psychiatrist. I think God may have put something in you when he created you." Wrong place, like the cecum. Also, are you sure you're really a high-functioning sociopath and not a paranoid?"

Sherlock: "..."

"What I can't understand the most is..." Moriarty frowned and said in disbelief, "How did you come to the conclusion that you like me?"

"……Is not it?"

Moriarty's answer was decisive: "No!"

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other for tens of seconds, and Sherlock's expression cracked a little bit.

He suddenly stood up from the ground, walked quickly around the room, and turned back in front of Moriarty within two circles: "You said it yourself. You said you liked me—"

"Oh, that," Moriarty shrugged, "I said I adore you myself! I adore you, the great detective Sherlock Holmes—"

"But you still teased me like that!" Sherlock's face was tense, his blue eyes were fixed on Moriarty, "In the case of Rico Leddy, your gun—"

Moriarty made an exaggerated expression of surprise: "But I thought you could understand, it's just a kind of... oh, how should I put it? It's like teasing my panties?"

"You've been sexually insinuating me from the start, let alone we've done it since..."

"Please, Sherlock, can you stop being a boring virgin?" Moriarty grew impatient. "I'm a grown man, a grown man! I have my own physical needs. What's wrong with being faithful and my body Is it? Besides, I don't hate you, and it's very comfortable."

Sherlock's expression became a little scary for a moment, and his tone became urgent: "So you just use me as a tool?"

"Don't talk like that, it's demeaning of yourself. One-night-lover, casual lover--whatever you like."

Sherlock sneered furiously from his throat.For a moment, Moriarty almost thought he was going to pounce on him and grab him by the throat.However, like an illusion, the next second he saw Sherlock's expression was peaceful, and there was even a warm smile on his lips.

"Jim," he said softly, "do you want to know what I see in the mirror?"

Moriarty stood up, wand in hand: "No need to describe, I already know."

Sherlock smiled: "Tell me, let's verify each other?"

"There's no need for that." Moriarty said indifferently, "What you care about must be the thing you most want to destroy. What did you see? Obviously you won't break out of the old routine... Three bullets, three friends. As long as But in the mirror, they were not killed by the killer I sent, but you killed them yourself, right?"

There was a weird smile on his lips, staring at Sherlock, his tone slowed down: "Have you always regretted it? The scene on the rooftop was repeated in countless dreams after I died... Do you I've wondered countless times how different things would have been if John, Mrs Hudson and Lestrade had all died? If they had all died... Ah, Sherlock," he licked the palate. , "Killed a friend and fell into darkness, so that maybe I can get closer to me, stay together day and night, weave webs like two spiders, entangle each other... If they are all dead. Sherlock the killer. It will How wonderful it will be!"

Sherlock laughed softly.

"Imagination is good, Jim." His voice was trembling, as if he was suppressing something, "but why did you forget what I said... Sherlock Holmes not only has family and friendship, but now he also has love. ?”

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