[Comprehensive] She has an affair with the villain

They say grief occurs in five stages.First, there's denial...Followed by Ahenes bargaining...And depression.

People say there are five stages of grief, starting with self-deception, then righteous indignation, then begging, until nothing else.

December 24 Christmas Eve

The strong Christmas atmosphere fills the whole city of London. The streets have long been decorated with lights and festoons, and two young children can be seen everywhere pulling a Christmas cracker made of hard paper, like a very large fruit candy. One person pulled one end, and when the paper tube was broken, there was a small explosion sound, which seemed warm and happy.

The Christmas tree in Trafalgar Square is twinkling with colorful lights, the smell of mince pie seems to be wafting through the streets of London, and the children are busy leaving a mince pie and brandy for Santa outside the house, and don't forget to pay attention to Santa's reindeer prepare some carrots.

And in the old underground air-raid shelter bar located in the bustling street, Professor Moriarty's countless confidantes and followers are anxiously performing their duties, and they dare not approach the private lounge in the deepest part of the club.

Sitting upright behind the large thick nanmu desk, Moriarty seemed to be shrouded in an inexplicable light of grief, but it looked even more vicious, like a sinner thrown into hell by the gods, who had already fallen into the boundless of darkness.

And the girl who might have saved him, brought him a faint light, had crashed into the Atlantic hours ago.

Look at this stupid girl, she chose such a dramatic and stupid exit for herself.

Did she think he would be sad and regretful?

Don't dream, he won't, he has become the most sought after villain in the world, everything kneels at his feet and looks up, how could he care about a fool who fell into the Atlantic Ocean with no bones left!

He's Moriarty!

Everything in this world is a play tool for him to pass the time to do magic tricks, and that stupid Vesper Lind is not even a good tool!

She is stupid!Clumsy!cowardly!reckless!opinionated!It is not a pity to die!

He thought she was special, but what happened?

She is like those ordinary people who have no brains, who would give up her chance of survival for the so-called emotion?

Do not!She is not funny at all!Not even as good as those selfish and cowardly ordinary people!

What is he still thinking about?She was dead anyway, and it wasn't worth his time thinking about it.

No, no, neither he nor the MI[-] search and rescue personnel found her, did they?

And that damn Moran had already salvaged the body on the shore a few hours ago. Does this mean that Vespa was lucky to be rescued?

God, what was he thinking!He must be crazy!

At that time, the helicopter was more than hundreds of feet above the sea surface, and Vespa's body could not withstand the huge force of the collision with the water surface, and he would definitely die.

What is he expecting?He must be crazy, Moriarty, stop thinking!Everyone dies!

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu No

Moriarty answered in a soft and indifferent voice as usual, but the expectations and worries that suddenly rose in his heart were struggling with contradictions.

The blond man stood outside the door in fear, "Professor, we still haven't found the slightest trace of Vesper Lind, do you want to give up the search and rescue?"

Moriarty lowered his gaze, giving up?Of course you should give up.

How could anyone survive a situation like that, he should be busy with those few free government high-priced crime consultants, instead of putting all his energy into finding a dead stupid woman.

Anyway, this is her own choice, and she can't blame others. Do you still think that he will feel guilty?

Stop dreaming, he is Moriarty, the most powerful criminal king in all of Europe, how could he be blinded by such ignorant feelings.

But what is he saying?

Moriarty heard his own voice, revealing madness and sadness from his bones, "If you can't get Vespa back, you and Sebastian Moran will go feed the wild dogs, or be tied up with explosives and thrown away." to the Middle East."

God, he is really crazy.

He lost the habitat of his soul, he became so cowardly and ignorant.

He didn't even want to know the truth, he was willing to be deceived.

How could she cruelly walk away after making him so cowardly?

The blond man left with his head down in fear, lest he bear the wrath of Professor Moriarty.

In the lounge that had become silent again, Moriarty stroked the silver fox brooch in her hand, which was once her favorite.

Under his usual calm brown eyes, there was some kind of madness and pain——

"The meaning of all the past years is to wait for those few days; the long life in the future will be to reminisce about that moment."

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In No. [-] Boulevard, which is only a few minutes away from Buckingham Palace and Downing Street, there are a few English gentlemen reading books and newspapers sitting in the ornately decorated Diogenes Club. On the second floor, in Sherlock Holmes' private area, Countless square spots of natural light are projected into the slightly dim office, creating a depressive sense of panic.

Mycroft Holmes remained silent. There was a game of chess in front of him, and he played the game alone with a calm expression.

In the quiet office, there seemed to be a dead silence in the air. Mycroft pursed his lips, and there was no trace of superfluous emotion on his calm face.

— "Sir, I've come across more than one hint of sex-dealing, and you look like a new high-powered harasser."

He raised his head suddenly, but there was still a deathly emptiness in front of him.

Mycroft tried to drive the voice out of his head, but only more came up.

Hundreds of feet in the air, she was precariously hanging on the helicopter, her long black hair was blown messy, and the excessively violent hurricane and the force of the fall caused crystal tears to ooze from the corners of her eyes.

But there was nothing he could do, he could only watch her fall and sink, and then be submerged by the endless waves of the Atlantic Ocean.

What the hell did he do?

It was he who pulled this innocent girl into this death journey, why on earth did he threaten her to become a double agent, she could obviously join the secret order of evaporation and live a safe and happy life in any corner of the world.

Or why didn't he deal with the dangerous Moran in time, but use it as a tool to deal with Moriarty?

Or at least—wouldn't Vesper Lindt have been in that helicopter if he had invited her for Christmas?

Under the calm expression of Mycroft, his heart was crushed by a cruel and domineering pain, bit by bit occupying all his thoughts.

"Ding--"

The BlackBerry on the reception table vibrated crazily, and Mycroft cast his eyes on it, feeling a sense of fear that he didn't dare to answer it, God, fear?

He is the most indispensable senior official of the British government, who controls the laws of operation of the entire country, and at this moment, he is afraid of a young girl.

McCoff finally made his way to the reception area and answered the call with a grim face.

"Boss, I found nothing." The voice of the MI[-] agent was in awe.

Mycroft said calmly, "No one disappears out of thin air."

He completely ignored the objective conditions that the sea area is too large and the state of the seabed is unknown, and the sea environment where the Vespa crashed is extremely poor, there is a high probability that it will be swept away by the storm, and once it is drawn into the seabed by the vortex, the seabed undercurrent will Take her away, no matter what the search and rescue personnel are, it is impossible to find her trace.

At this moment, he seemed to have lost all reason and determination.

The senior agent on the other side of the phone seemed to hesitate for a second, "There are sharks in the waters near the crash."

Mycroft's temples throbbed, and with a hint of madness in his voice, he repeated, "Isaid — no one ever disappears."

When the other party heard the sharp voice of the person in charge of Dahezhifang, he immediately silenced and ordered his subordinates to continue the search and rescue.

In the dark office, after finishing the call, he stood by the window holding his BlackBerry, and her sweet and flirtatious voice seemed to be heard in his ears——

"So, I don't need to go to your office at night to make... some kind of transaction?"

As if a world war was happening before his eyes, Mycroft still showed a frightening sternness and madness on his expressionless face.

- "Nothing."

——"Sharks appeared in the waters near the crash."

"boom--"

The Blackberry in his hand was smashed hard on the desk, and the game pieces on the desk flew around in an instant, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The female assistant Anthea heard the sound, entered at an extremely fast speed, hesitated and said, "...boss, the Minister of Finance just called you to inquire about the progress of the financial plan."

A sneer appeared on Mycroft's indifferent face, "Financial plan? Tell him to shut up, or go back to Northern Ireland to grow his potatoes immediately."

Anthea immediately answered yes, and was about to leave when she heard the voice of the humanoid British government, which seemed to contain endless power, "From now on, add Vespa Lind to the European wanted list."

Anthea could hardly believe what she heard, "...boss?"

Mycroft Holmes looked indifferent, "She colluded with Moriarty, intending to escape responsibility by disappearing, and immediately ordered all European countries and local governments to be notified. Once found, immediately notify the House of the Great River, but no violence against her is allowed." means."

——"No one will disappear out of thin air, Vesper Lind must still be alive in this world."

When youhaveelimiheimpossiblewhateverremains, howeverimprobable, mustbethetruth.

When you eliminate all the impossible, whatever is left, even the unthinkable must be the truth.