[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

"It's raining... (It's raining)

It's raining... (It's pouring)

Sherlock is bored. (Sherlock is boring)

I'm laughing... (I'mlaughing)

I'm crying... (I'm crying)

Sherlock is dying... (Sherlock is dying...)"

Moriarty's voice was hoarse, and there was no sign of expression on his pale face.He looked at himself in the mirror, only those eyes were still bright and shining, as if they did not belong to him... He sang softly, his chest was full of evil thoughts, his forehead was covered with sweat, icyly flowing along his hot skin And down, slipping into the cold iron shackles.

"John Watson is in danger... Sherlock..." Moriarty's hair was sticky and greasy, as if it had been condensed with a lot of sweat and dust.He described it as a mess, his handsome face was covered with dirt, but his hands were bound behind him, unable to tidy himself up.He whispered into the mirror: "Sherlock Holmes will die here... who will remember Sherlock? Moriarty, only Moriarty. He who kills Sherlock will cry, and so will John, but He won't be able to remember you anytime soon..."

The image in the mirror suddenly changed.The slender body was no longer covered with a large prison garment, but replaced by a white wedding dress with complicated lace.Bai Xi's face was perfectly groomed and handsome, and even the melancholy between the eyebrows and eyes seemed to be just to add color to the appearance.He seemed a bit too beautiful, with seductive smile lines around his pursed lips, and he stretched out his hand to slowly cover the veil, the angle of his chin raised seemed to be deeply mocking Moriarty——

Moriarty rushed to the mirror furiously, lacking any necessary thinking in his chaotic brain, only wanting to smash the mirror.He felt an unusual pain in his body, and his head was buzzing, as if he had returned to the moment when he was dying, and he could even feel how the bullet passed through the brain and penetrated the bone——

"...Sir? Sir?" A voice sounded from behind him.Like a bomb exploding from his back, Moriarty shivered, and his dizzy mind instantly came to his senses.Before his eyes, there were some irregular color fragments, like shattered mosaics, atomized and disappeared in the air.The city of London reappeared from the fog, and pedestrians in spring clothes hurried on the street.

Moriarty found him standing on the side of the road, and then remembered that he was going to spend the afternoon in a café before heading to the opera.He had dinner with a lively young girl who happened to be John Watson's maid and a member of a secret society.

"... Please step aside, sir!"

Moriarty turned away.The impressions hovering in my mind before disappeared without a trace like clouds blown away by the wind.Behind him was a loaded trolley, and its man was sweating profusely holding the handle, waiting for him to get out of the way.Moriarty avoided the past, only to find that the cafe was opposite, so he walked in logically.

He ordered an afternoon tea, sent the waiter to buy a newspaper, and then sat by the window to read it leisurely.London in the [-]th century did not have computers and mobile phones, and lacked modern entertainment and explosive information flow, but it had a unique sense of tranquility.Moriarty had no shortage of pounds or manners. He spent months in the City of London like a true gentleman. No one knew that under his polite appearance, several lives had been dyed in succession. hand.

The world sometimes feels so terribly real to Moriarty that he occasionally forgets that it's just a dream created by Sherlock.But he never forgot to look for the truth in the dream...to find the truth that both he and Sherlock must know.How could a person who chose to die like Moriarty be resurrected?He shouldn't be alive...he'd have to find a reason for his return, and that reason couldn't be to play a Gothic puzzle game with Sherlock.

The inside story of the bride case was so simple that Moriarty wanted to laugh.In it he found a way for Sherlock to outwit the killer he sent.Jasmine was the key person. She used a dead body to deceive others, making people who didn't know the inside story think that Mrs. Rico Laidi was dead. Then the bride put on a horrible makeup, shot her husband, and then committed suicide. Replace the original corpse with a real corpse... Sherlock could have easily seen it, but I don't know if it was because he regarded himself as a real detective in the nineteenth century, or because he was disturbed by Moriarty, He was fooled by such a simple trick.As for the drama of the bride committing suicide in the street?It was an even simpler veil, and Mrs. Rico Lady carried two pistols, and she put one in her mouth and fired with the other.Her accomplices sprayed blood on the curtains at the same time as the gunshots rang out, and a sleight of hand was born.

Although the matter is simple, in this society where people believe in God more than science, and there are a group of thoughtful helpers to help out, it becomes an unsolved case that ordinary people cannot understand.But for Sherlock, it's only a matter of time before he solves it, unless he doesn't want to do it at all...unless he doesn't approve of the answer he created.

If Sherlock couldn't find the final answer, good dad Moriarty wouldn't mind giving him a push.

But Moriarty was actually looking for that answer himself.He occasionally recalls something, but forgets it instantly.Just like just now, he clearly knew that there was a gap in his memory, but he couldn't find out what he had experienced before he was awakened... or what he recalled.However, it doesn't matter, as long as it is related to Sherlock.He is looking forward to the day when the truth comes to light...

Beyond that, if there is anything that deeply interests Moriarty, it is the question of the authenticity of the world.He understands what a thinking palace is, and also clearly knows the composition of dreams, and even visited Sherlock's thinking palace, so he is particularly surprised by the existence of this world.According to the information he obtained before, this should be just a virtual world constructed by Sherlock on the structure of the thinking palace, a dream, a dream that happened in a hypothetical environment.But Moriarty found that, except that he could still use his thoughts to destroy this world, it was almost no different from the real world.It's not like Sherlock's mind palace, which is refreshed by instant impressions, or follows some rigid rules-it is fresh, vivid, colorful, and everyone, from the coachman to the children playing on the roadside They are all like real human beings, with their own behavior and thoughts.

If it hadn't been for the fact that the dream hadn't been limited to London, and the world outside London had disappeared in a gray mist, Moriarty would have wondered if it was a dream at all.But even so, it is impossible for Sherlock to set everyone's personality and endow them with their own souls.If he could do that, he wouldn't be a human being played around by Moriarty, but a god.

The bride case has been going on for several months, and people have been murdered by Rico Lady's "ghost" in the past few months, but Sherlock has remained silent.Moriarty can only guess that this is Sherlock's tsundere patient. He was waiting for the opportunity to solve the case to come to his door, instead of taking the initiative to solve the case himself - even if the case itself was created by himself.

Moriarty was not in a rush, he had always had the virtue of patience.What's more, judging from the current situation, if Sherlock wants to solve the case, he can't get around him no matter what.He can always wait until the day when the fruit falls by itself.

While reading the news in the newspaper, a figure suddenly walked into the cafe.She looked around for a week, walked quickly to sit down opposite Moriarty, and said eagerly, "Good afternoon, Kim, I'm afraid I have to interrupt your date plan. Mrs. Cormack is here, you know? "

Moriarty raised his eyebrows with interest, and put down the newspaper: "Good afternoon, Jenny... You know, I never take the initiative to get to know every member. But the name Cormac seems familiar?"

The young girl with flushed cheeks hesitated for a moment, then quickly said in a low voice: "Yes, Cormac is the one who abandoned Emilia...We didn't expect that Mrs. Cormac would come to the door on her own initiative. She said, Mr. Cormac has been acting out of the ordinary since the rumors about Ricko Reddy, and she's been suspicious of it, and at the same time, she's seen signs of Mr. Cormac's cheating... We don't know how she got here Yes, anyway, Jasmine asked me to tell you these things."

"...Smart and capable woman, Sherlock's usual taste." Moriarty murmured, with a smile full of interest on his face: "Thank you, Jenny, you brought me good news... ...where did Mrs Cormack come from?"

"County Sussex," answered the girl.

"The stage is ready and the actors are ready. It's time for the curtain to really rise, Sherlock." Moriarty muttered to himself and stood up: "Take me there, Jenny... Remember to tell Jasmine that we are about to launch a rally."

The author has something to say: Finally, there will be a fake rivalry scene. OUO thinks it is not easy...I will try my best to sprinkle sugar...