[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

All too often, we mask truth in artifice, cealing ourselves for fear of losing the ones we love or prolonging adeception for those wewish to expose.

People often hide the truth through subterfuge, hide themselves for fear of losing a loved one, or continue to lie in order to expose an enemy.We indulge in warm and beautiful dreams, avoiding the pain and tears of the world, or escaping from unacceptable facts.

As the most powerful criminal leader in Europe, Moriarty is smart, cunning, low-key and cautious, and there are countless subordinates who obey him, but today he was brought back by the agents of the British intelligence agency very obediently After entering the house of Dahe, there was no act of resistance.

This obviously doesn't make sense.

Through the special glass wall that can be seen from one side, Vespa can see that in the interrogation room surrounded by gray walls, the ace agents of MI[-] have come back one after another, unable to show their talents in the face of consulting criminals. opportunity—because he refused to speak.

Moriarty kept an elegant and weird smile on his face, but he never said a word.

Standing beside Vesper, Sherlock looked at the British agents impatiently, "These goldfish are called elites in this stupid institution. Can the safety of the Commonwealth depend on these empty-headed guys?"

"With all due respect," Vesper said rationally for the ace agents, "compared to you, there are probably few people who will not be foiled by their stupidity, at least I live in this world, maybe only Mycroft And Moriarty is your equal."

Sherlock turned gracefully and looked directly at her, "That's why I think you should accept the suggestion of a threesome living together. Of course, if you want it to be more interesting, I don't mind Moriarty joining."

Vespa: "...give me back my BlackBerry."

The consulting detective with fluffy black natural curly hair tilted his head slightly, took out the mobile phone from his suit pocket and returned it to her, without any sense of shame in grabbing other people's belongings.

Vespa glanced at her with complicated emotions, and then quickly operated on the full keyboard with both hands, turning the "cohabiting threesome", oh no, it has even turned into a foursome according to what he just said. In short, she will Wikipedia searched this kind of excessive vocabulary, and held it up to him with a cold face.

Sherlock frowned and looked at the screen. His reading speed was very fast, and he almost remembered it after just a glance. His gorgeous deep voice slowed down, "So - it's about sex?"

Vespa gave him a decent and elegant smile back, "You finally know that you have molested me countless times today, and you invited me in a very private way of life."

The face of the consulting detective seemed to be pulled longer, "Sex is meaningless."

"No wonder you are still a virgin," Vespa shrugged, "and in the eyes of Mr. Daifuku, love is meaningless. The men in the Holmes family are really pure, fresh and refined."

Sherlock: ...She's taunting me again, isn't she?

The British government lying on the ground: ... who provoked me?

allright, let's turn our attention back to the interrogation room.

After Kingsman's successive defeats, the man in charge of MI[-] entered in person. Moriarty finally stopped being unresponsive. His caramel-colored eyes swept across Mycroft, and then turned to the special glass wall behind him.

No one could guess what he was thinking. Consistency is for those who have scruples, and people like Moriarty who don't care about anything are the most terrifying.

This is obviously visible from one side, but Moriarty seems to be able to see through the black glass wall, staring straight at Vespa behind the wall, his voice is soft and bewitching, "Let Vespa come See me, or I won't say a word."

Mycroft had an extremely official friendly smile on his face, but he had a tough attitude, "I'm sorry, Professor Moriarty, you have to know one thing. In the House of the Great River, torture methods have never been banned."

Moriarty was unmoved, "Do you think I will come to MI[-] to stay for a while without any preparation?"

He tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, looking cynical, "You can play with torture methods, anyway, I'm not busy saving the world, my interest is just to have some fun."

The smile on the face of the British government did not fade at all, "Do you think she would be happy to meet with you?"

Moriarty put on a deliberate stance of BBC news anchor integrity, "just for the Commonwealth of Nations."

One-tenth of a second later, he resumed his mocking expression, "My God, the justice side is really disgusting."

Vespa outside the interrogation room looked at the consulting detective, "Are all of you geniuses such neurotic dramatists?"

"I don't think he's a genius." Sherlock said indifferently, then added with a frown, "Also—you're the showman."

Vespa nodded with rare approval, "I am indeed."

Sherlock: ...Why don't you play the cards according to the rules?What about her rebuttal?He even prepared more than a dozen words to hate her, and now this feeling of punching the cotton is really driving people crazy, this damn woman!

In the interrogation room, Moriarty fell silent again after putting forward the conditions, and it seemed that the only options before Mycroft Holmes were to let Vespa meet him, or to torture the criminal leader.

And the latter is obviously prone to some bad factors. Moriarty has countless insiders, and rashly provoking him may cause irreparable consequences.

Compared with the safety and security of the Commonwealth, Vespa seems to be insignificant, but Mycroft Holmes obviously cannot easily choose this huge difference in weight.

Not only because Vesper Lind is an innocent civilian, there is no reason to sacrifice his own safety for the national interest, but also some emotions that he has always refused to admit, those bad influences that always sneak into his heart.

Through a glass wall, Sherlock, with pale skin and clear eyes, was looking at Vespa, "I'm very good at torture."

The implication was that he thought he could get the criminal Napoleon of the underworld to confide in minutiae about computer code.

And Vespa is more concerned about her system tasks. No matter how charming Mr. Detective is, he will be in the back row compared with her life. She smiled slightly, "The UN's "Convention against Torture" strictly prohibits the method of extorting confessions by torture, and A 2002 survey by Langley (CIA) also clearly showed that the effect of torture is not good, and there are many lies and deceptions in the so-called answers obtained under this method.”

Sherlock frowned, and his deep and gorgeous cello-like voice implied threats, "Do you think I'm on the same level as those stupid goldfish torture methods?"

Vespa: "...you catch the horse more."

Consulting detective: "..."

And Professor Moriarty, the European dramaqueen in the interrogation room, was waiting happily to meet his sweety.

Vespa finally persuaded Mycroft Holmes, the head of the intelligence agency, to allow her a brief entry.

Outside the door of the interrogation room, Mycroft looked a little solemn, and then pursed his lips, "As a clean government financial official, you don't need to take risks for this code."

Vespa looked at the British government that no longer maintained a reserved and charming smile, and suddenly smiled, "In the face of national security, it is a great honor that such a small role like me can prevent you from maintaining absolute sanity."

Mycroft narrowed his eyes slightly, looked away from her face, and looked calm, "Miss Linde, don't think about it, this is just my proper attitude towards an innocent person."

Vespa shrugged, "I have recently concluded a golden rule - the villain dies from talking too much, and the decent dies from being arrogant."

The British Government: ...I really want to poison her...

Vespa didn't wait for his reaction, turned around and opened the metal door of the interrogation room, with a charming smile on his face, looking at the criminal leader on the seat.

Moriarty, perhaps the most dangerous villain in the world, looked at Vespa and smiled at him, like a kid given candy, looking innocent and cruel.

He was not surprised that Vespa chose to appear in this interrogation room, with his arms folded, and a clear expression on his face, as if he had absolute confidence that he could control everything effortlessly.

Even though he is in the interrogation room of MI[-] at this time, even if he looks like a prisoner, it seems that as long as he is willing, everything in this world will be transferred by his will.

Vespa was about to sit in the chair opposite him, which had originally belonged to the top agents.

But Moriarty suddenly smiled and said, "Sweety, sit on my lap."

The British government outside the interrogation room: "..."

Vesper: "...I don't like shame play."

Moriarty blinked, "Although you hinted at a good choice, I didn't think it would go so far."

"I thought super villains had no shame." Vesper sat down on the table in front of him obediently, just like when they first met.

By the way, she helped Moriarty tidy up the slightly messy silk tie, "Today's Trinity Knot is very delicate."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, "I prefer the half-Windsor knot you tied for me, honey."

"Do you like the half-Windsor knot or me?" Vespa smiled frivolously and sweetly.

Moriarty: ...doesn't she look a little too comfortable?

Vespa ran his fair fingers across his silk tie, "You look like a decent gentleman about to go to a ball."

"Dance?" Moriarty said softly, "Why can't we dance in this interrogation room?"

Vespa looked at the criminal leader who always played cards not according to the rules, tilted his head and thought for a second, then smiled, "Good suggestion."

The dark and cold interrogation room.

Moriarty put his arm around Vespa's waist, leading her to dance freely and gracefully, as if he was in a European classical ball.

In this materialistic world, the brunette in his arms is so wonderful, she always seems to have her own behavior pattern, even if the whole world loses control and blows up into fireworks, she can remain calm as always.

The two were very close, looking like a pair of sweet lovers, Moriarty's soft and seductive voice with a little Irish accent sounded in her ears——

"Everything is broken and old and barren

That ugly thing, heavy, unspeakable

And the image of you in my dreams—

Blooms like a rose in my heart."

Vespa: Are the villains so talkative these days?Everyone has a book of love poems?

The British government outside the interrogation room: excuseme?Whose home is this?When I die?