[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

It seemed that the sound was sucked away by some machine, and there was a sudden tens of seconds of silence in the hall.Moriarty's heel crushed a shard of glass, click, click, click... He had a sad smile on his face, as if he was sad that an ignorant child broke his watch.Magnussen turned his back to him, but his hands trembled without making a sound.

John looked from Moriarty to Magnussen to Sherlock in disbelief.Finally, he half-turned around and cast his eyes on the mercenaries who were still holding their guns, but found the same blankness as himself on their faces: "...What?...What's going on here? Okay, Jim, you don't have to..."

"Thank you for your willingness to defend me, John." Moriarty shrugged, "You are indeed a good person, but... I am indeed that one."

"..." Staring at Moriarty for five seconds, John roared and kicked a chair to pieces: "Isn't it!!? Again!!?"

Several pistols were aimed at his head immediately, and John walked back angrily.Magnussen turned around slowly, with a strange expression on his face: "Moriarty?"

"Hi~" Moriarty raised his hand, "We haven't really met, Charles? With your intelligence backing, it's much easier for me to deal with Sherlock! You can always get anyone intelligence, anyone's weakness—this trick is really useful, but I can't help but think, what is your weakness?"

"Maybe... Appledore." Magnuson looked back at Sherlock, then at Moriarty, and slowly took two steps closer to him, "You and Holmes are so keen to visit place... my secret vault."

"Well, off topic." Moriarty shrugged, "Frankly speaking, you to me...I to you...There is never any threat between us, you can be the Napoleon of your blackmail world to your heart's content , or even the whole dark world - because my hobby is just playing games, designing small puzzles, and ordinary people... stupid people... smart people... chasing after me, and since I discovered new fun, these things I I don’t even care, maybe in the future I can hang up the sign of consulting criminals, and really be a person who only gives criminal counseling... Oh, there will always be people who patronize my business among you people present here?"

"...Mr. Moriarty, we have missed you very much in the past few years when you disappeared." A young man with a tattoo engraved on his arm shouted excitedly, "There is no one who can give us precision like you. You are a criminal genius, without a doubt! Great things can only be achieved by following you! I came here as soon as I heard they were plotting against you..."

Moriarty flattened his mouth in disappointment: "Then you really need me. If there is really a conspiracy, how could you know? Idiot."

There was a burst of gunfire, and more guns were pointed at Moriarty.Moriarty spread his hands in surprise: "What? Did I say something wrong? This is a trap, idiots! Thank you for your help, Mr. Magnuson, my people should have taken over by now... oh , let me see... there is almost half of Europe here, right? This is much more than the bait I gave. By the way, the bait belongs to me in the end, because Mr. Magnuson is actually not interested in it. not interested."

"...What's going on, Mr. Magnussen!" Someone shouted, "He said bait!? What bait!!"

Magnuson smiled and raised his hand to them: "I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen... Mr. Moriarty contacted me a month ago. He has mastered my weaknesses. I really can't refuse him." We have reached a cooperation through friendly consultations... But I am sorry, Mr. Moriarty, this situation does not seem to be in line with our cooperation content?"

Sherlock frowned slightly, and his eyes began to wander around the field.Moriarty pouted childishly: "Just about this point, I also have some opinions... What made you believe that I was a fake and sent so many people to kill me?"

Magnussen had a friendly smile on his face: "Oh...you and I both know that, whether it's true or not, your death is not bad for me, right?"

"What about the killers who came after me?"

Sherlock said suddenly.

Moriarty raised his eyebrows in astonishment, and his sharp eyes fell on Magnussen's face.Magnussen slowly took off his glasses and wiped the lenses slowly with a handkerchief: "I thought I just realized another part of the cooperation content...to help you get rid of your annoying lover. He cheated on you so much, Imprisoning you as an ignorant urchin, preventing you from displaying your talents...do you really hate him at all, Mr. Moriarty?"

Sherlock sneered: "You are really talented at meddling in other people's household affairs, Magnussen..."

"Let him talk, Sherlock." Moriarty glanced at him and said coldly, "Go on, Charles... what else do you know?"

"Modern society is inseparable from electronic equipment, right? Modern society is also inseparable from information... I will not be so stupid as to despise an opponent who once killed you, so I made careful arrangements. Surveillance, listening... I'm not surprised how he deals with gunshot wounds, mind palaces, we all have such a coping mechanism, but he shouldn't wake up and mention the name of a person who has been dead for many years... ok It's his husband, they say. That doesn't make sense, does it? I thought the reason I was able to defeat Holmes was that I was one step ahead of him, but now he has something I don't know. So I started to investigate you , investigating Sir, and found that you have appeared again..." Magnussen said unhurriedly, and put on his glasses again, "...It's like magic, it's amazing..."

"You are not interested in Mycroft's computer at all." Sherlock's voice became low, with undisguised anger, "You sent someone to assassinate me, and arranged such a play to test Jim, in order to find Show his weakness?"

"Everyone has weaknesses, Sherlock!" Moriarty suddenly raised his voice, "But this is not the weakness game we played back then! You are not being used as a bargaining chip for threats, but you really almost died!"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows in astonishment: "Are you accusing me?"

"Oh...Come on...Sherlock, why are you so surprised?" Magnussen spread his hands at him with a smile, "You know this kind of reaction, because I have mastered his weakness...but you actually came Don't know what his weakness is now? No wonder Mr. Moriarty is angry."

"It's not me anyway, huh?" Sherlock sneered, "No one knows Moriarty better than me... You claim to be able to master everyone's weaknesses, but you can't find his weaknesses. You just bluff."

"—how do you know that I didn't grasp it? You know, I have worked with Mr. Moriarty for a long time before you officially met." Magnussen walked to a dining table and wiped it with a handkerchief. He wiped his glass and poured himself a glass of champagne, "But just like I don't believe that your weakness is really drugs, I don't believe that Mr. Moriarty's weakness is really that he hates cheating...you know, a If a qualified leader cannot tolerate and control deceit, he will not be able to establish such a large kingdom of darkness. Jim Moriarty is not material for a criminal, he is material for a king."

"Oh... I know this much better than you..." Sherlock stared at Magnussen and said coldly.

"—Let's talk about transactions." Magnussen sipped champagne and said, "In the past two months, I have made a total of four transactions. With Mr. Moriarty, with Mr. Holmes, With Mr. Holmes. First of all, I promised Mr. Moriarty to release the news of his return, especially those traitors who divided up his property after his death. For this purpose, Mr. Moriarty will help me To be the most powerful man in the country; next I promised Mr. Holmes, and in an innocuous exchange of gifts, I gave him permission to visit Appledore, and he promised to give me his brother's confidential computer to help me Became the most powerful man in the country; and then Mr. Holmes, who decided to give me his secret in exchange for a chance to test him..."

Sherlock's index finger began to tap, with a dangerous look in his eyes: "Two Holmes?"

"...I'm sorry, Sherlock, but yes." Mycroft's voice sounded.A group of agents rushed down from the stairs. Mycroft stood on the second floor, his lips pursed tightly, and his expression was inexplicable: "I took the initiative to contact Mr. Magnuson and made a deal with him..."

"Mycroft?" Sherlock looked up. "Why?"

"I used to think that no matter how many things you go through, you will not change, but I was wrong." Mycroft said in a deep voice, "It's like brainwashing. A person is only in a coma for a period of time, and after waking up, regardless of his expression or temperament Habits, habits, or thinking habits have all changed... The result of the genetic test, of course you are still my brother, but what about the inside?"

"I told you I wasn't just in a coma, I died several times." The expression on Sherlock's face disappeared, and he became like a statue again, "If I changed anything, it was because of my death experience—— "

"You don't call it love now, my brother, but I remember it." Mycroft walked slowly down the stairs. "It was Moriarty who changed you, not death. You learned from him." Something was wrong when he died, I should have noticed from then on... You never lost him because he was always there for you. You lost contact several times during the mission, Let me guess, with him? You hit so many of Moriarty's forces so smoothly, but kept his main force, oh... Sherlock..."

"If you're curious, I'll explain it to you, but you won't believe it." Sherlock said coldly, "And that's why you decided to deal with me?"

"Just to see what you've become," Mycroft said. "I'm asking Mr. Magnuson to tell me if he's your weakness, and you... it depends on what you've done. deal."

He waved his hand, and suddenly two-thirds of the people dropped their guns, knocking down their employers or colleagues.The agents methodically took the men out, and the roar of a helicopter could be heard outside the window.

Magnussen showed a surprised expression: "This is your hole card?"

"Good cooperation." Mycroft walked up to him and held out a hand. "I don't have to take you to jail."

Magnussen shook hands with him, with a happy smile on his face: "But I have to kill one of the two of them now, otherwise I will really have trouble sleeping and eating..."

The crackling of guns came again, and half the crowd raised their guns again, aiming at Mycroft and Moriarty.At the same time, more than a dozen red dots landed on their vital points one after another. Obviously, snipers were hiding outside in places that Mycroft hadn't detected, waiting for Magnussen's signal at all times.

"You see, everyone has weaknesses, and I am good at mastering them." Magnussen smiled, "Yolanda Kindy's weaknesses are similar to Mary Watson, but their personalities are different... I learned this from you, Mr. Moriarty... You are good at manipulating human nature. For her past, she is willing to reveal - something to me, so as to hide her husband... And her husband, fortunately He has too many weaknesses, and he can only give up one Moriarty in the end. So... this manor is already in my hands."

"You're committing a crime..." Mycroft said.

"Crime in broad daylight, thank you Mr. Moriarty for your example, as long as it is handled properly, who cares?" Magnussen raised his arms, with a false and oily smile on his face, "Look, What a bright sun! Disappearing for a few years has made your control of your past power much worse, Mr. Moriarty? If you can find out who the current owner of this manor is... Oh, it may also be you Mr. Moran is too trusting, after all, he is your most loyal subordinate! But you don’t know, how much I paid him indirectly for the stupid thing about the subway, it’s much more than what you can give him..."

Sherlock walked towards him slowly: "What do you want, Magnussen?"

"It's just a...choice." Magnussen smiled and shook his fingers, "I'm imitating Napoleon, thank you all of you who like to keep others secret, and took the initiative to send the chips to me. Think about it, this scene is not very Familiar? Rooftop of Butts Hospital? By the swimming pool? Snipers, people who care, choice, it's that simple. I said I have to kill someone between you and Mr. Moriarty today, or Mori Mr. Arty, you fuck with me and make your brother heartbroken; or your brother, you are locked in a small dark room and never see the light of day, and Mr. Moriarty and I resume friendly cooperation... Oh, that sounds a little out of the ordinary, but if I told Mr Moriarty your secret he would be glad to forget you."

"—What secret? I have no secret." Sherlock said coldly.

Magnussen seemed to have heard some joke, and looked at Moriarty with a smile: "Listen to him, he has no secrets... But we all know that you are dead, right? So... this A Mr. Jim Moriarty, who is it anyway?"

Moriarty's Adam's apple rolled: "Shut up."

"You don't want to hear it, you're afraid to hear it." Magnussen said, "But you already know it already. How great science and technology is! How developed the Internet is! I saw some videos, tsk tsk, it's horrific. , the limbs, heart, and brain soaked in the beautiful liquid, the human figure that was pieced together, the underdeveloped baby... finally achieved..."

"Shut up!" Moriarty yelled, suddenly overturning a table, "I! Yes! Jim Moriarty!"

The red dots that hovered over him and Mycroft before suddenly moved, and they all landed on Magnussen.Magnussen was stunned, looked down at the light spots, and asked after a long while, "What?"

"Now we can talk about the deal, Mr. Magnuson?" Moriarty had already calmed down, smiling, as if he was in a good mood all along.He put his hands in his trouser pockets and approached Magnussen slowly: "—but now I think... well, just modify the transaction a little bit, I let you leave alive, and you give me Apple How about Dole's key?"

"..."

"You may not have underestimated Sherlock, but why would you underestimate me? Or do you think I'm not as smart as him, or...a duplicate wouldn't be so smart?" Moriarty leaned closer to Ma Gnudsen, took off his glasses, and stared into his eyes curiously, "Why don't I prepare myself? I'm the king... my dear, you are too underestimating the enemy, no wonder I left In three years, you haven't even broken through my achievement of a fake identity."

Sweat slowly dripped down Magnussen's neck: "Did you find it?"

"Guess what I've found." Moriarty walked away from him and walked slowly to Sherlock, "Anyway, the result is quite surprising, um, I like this feeling .As you know, I hate cheating, and how much you've been cheating on me. Killer, huh, that's a trifle. But you shouldn't have arranged for someone to do something to Sherlock . . . you shouldn't."

He wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck, and Sherlock bowed his head and exchanged a sweet kiss with him.

Mycroft: "..."

"...I don't quite understand." Magnussen said.

"I don't quite understand either. Why did you have to kill Sherlock? You almost killed him. How many killers, dear?"

"Fifteen." Sherlock cooperated authentically.

"Huh? You didn't let them die too badly, did you? Now your brother must think there is something wrong with you." Moriarty patted Sherlock's cheek lovingly.

"—Those killers were originally planning to deal with you." Sweat also broke out on Magnussen's forehead, and his hair began to wet. Chaos, and then taking his brother's computer...was kidding, but we both knew Mycroft would cooperate, so I pretended to say yes, and arranged for these killers...I swear! I really didn't know what they were after Go deal with Sherlock Holmes! I thought they just misunderstood the mission objective..."

"Look, this is the consequence of temporarily changing the plan." Sherlock said quietly, "But even if you really plan to deal with Jim, the result must be unsatisfactory..."

A look of complacency suddenly flashed across Magnussen's face, Sherlock was startled, and immediately said: "No, Jim—"

"Wow... So that's what you were going to tell me..." Moriarty slowly backed away from Sherlock, with a piercing smile on his face, "Thank you... thank you... Magnussen ...I really should reward you...Whoa...the deceit of the century...Sherlock...you really learned a lot from the court strife..."

An anxious look appeared in Sherlock's eyes: "Jim..."

"I appreciate you, Magnussen, you are really good at grasping weaknesses." Moriarty said politely, "But why can't you see that I don't want people to mention this at all? If you don't mention it, my God , Sherlock and I may still be a model couple. You ruined it, idiot."

Magnussen took out a handkerchief with trembling hands, and wiped the sweat from his face: "And I appreciate your appreciation... Thank you..."

"And you, Sherlock, when did you start planning?" Moriarty tilted his head with an innocent look, "After waking up? You must not be able to bear to lose me, so you must first Immediately thought of Magnussen... Smart, you bought information about me from him, what did you pay for it?... Oh, don't say it, let me think, um...Charles, You definitely didn't ask him for anything, because you both know the value of this game is that you have to prove your worth to the world, right?"

"Always follow your steps..." Magnussen said humbly.

Moriarty showed a disgusted expression: "Uh... I hate copying... Anyway, I happened to knock on the door again not long after that, so Magnussen happily gave you all my news. And that's when you started planning... to plot against John, your brother, Moran, Magnussen, and..."

"For you." Sherlock whispered, "I owe you."

"What? No, no, no, Sherlock, what you owe me is a three-year captivity, from mental to physical torture..."

"Do you think I'm not being tortured!" Sherlock roared, "I can't wait to dig out my heart and give it to you!! You are like a nasty moth, you have already eaten my soul!!"

Moriarty stared at him and snorted: "It's boring, it's too boring to mention these now. Yeah, maybe you really owe me something. You lost, you failed to disintegrate my power, so you still It's a scheming game for me. That's great, Sherlock..."

"...It's really surprising." Mycroft said slowly, "So from the beginning, you didn't care about us? We are all just a ring of pawns in your game?"

"Oh...of course I care about you, Mycroft." Sherlock approached him and put his hands on his shoulders, "You are my brother, how could I not care about you? And John, I Best friends... and others, Mrs. Hudson, Molly, Lestrade... I care about you, I even love you, but not in equal measure. You say I've changed, but you don't know I've changed Where... It can only be said that the two years of my career as a king have completely abandoned some of my cowardice, and I have become good at calculating. You must not know, my brother... I ordered the killing of two unarmed children , ordered the two armies to go to war, killed one brother, pissed off another with the news of his death, and drained the blood of a brother, and used it to perform the witchcraft of rejuvenation...Louis, dear, do you think that The wine tasted a bit weird, and I was sad it didn't work."

"Mycroft is going to be scared to death by you, Richard." Moriarty said indifferently.

Sherlock let go, and walked towards Moriarty again, not paying attention to the red dot that appeared on his vitals: "You don't know how beautiful you are, dear... When I wake up and see you again , young, beautiful, perfect as a creation given to me by God... I love you more every moment than the last second, and I am more mad with jealousy. I can't stand you leaving me for a second. I wish I could keep it The magic person is me, so that I can be in front of you in an instant, and I can see you all the time...God knows...Damn it! I am completely swayed by this idea, like a virus infection. "

"This is not the Sherlock I love." Moriarty said quietly, "But this is the Sherlock whose mummy box was opened... So, are you afraid?"

"You don't know how I spent the three years after you left." Sherlock said softly, "I'm afraid...doubt...what if our guess is wrong? What if we never fell into any time and space The gap, is it really just my dream? Maybe I did read "Harry Potter" and some novels about strange murders... I no longer trust myself, I no longer trust the mind palace, I miss you Thinking like crazy...I'm afraid that you really left...What if you leave and don't come back here? I have to think more about the possibility...The only thing that can keep me calm is Jeanne."

The red spot on his forehead trembled and slowly moved to his neck.Sherlock stared at Moriarty, his eyes gradually dimmed: "Our daughter... I can't tell whether she is more like me or you, but she is very smart and always knows how to rekindle my hope. Maybe That's when I tried to save myself, but it was three years... three full years... If I had to wait three more years, search for three years, I don't know what I'd be like, Jim."

Moriarty breathed out silently: "So you designed such a scene, intentionally let your wound burst open, to arouse my sympathy, to help you accomplish your goal, but it turned out that this goal was just a cover from beginning to end ...Your real purpose is to let the whole world accept our poignant love story."

"Because I know that you will definitely not agree."

"If this happens every time, how can I do business!" Moriarty roared, and started pacing back and forth in front of him, "Lies, deceit, chess games...the sad thing is that I actually believed you! !"

"You love me, Jim." Sherlock said sullenly, with grievances in his tone, "I want to make sure you love me..."

"Are you still a fucking sucking-breasting baby!!!?" Moriarty grabbed him by the collar, his lips trembling with anger, "Oh, yeah, I told you, I Just love watching other people play this 'Daddy loves me most' game... Fucking enough!!! You forget everything but remember everything about me!!?"

"If I had had a way to forget, you wouldn't be standing here now!!" Sherlock's voice also began to rise, "I'm not a hero, I'm just a high-functioning sociopath. You know what I am like best. Because it was you who opened the shackles in the depths of my soul! I will only do what is good for me, and I am fucking hopelessly in love with you!!"

"So in order to guarantee your own benefit, you have to guarantee that I fucking love you!!?" Moriarty clasped his collar with both hands and roared angrily.

"Otherwise, wouldn't it be too unfair!!! I have paid too much, and you will always know how to hold my weakness! Come on, as long as you say you don't love me, I will be in pain right away!!!"

Moriarty punched him on the cheekbone: "I—!"

"... Oh, gentlemen, is it time to put a stop to this childish play," Magnussen said. "Don't you realize that the situation has changed?"

Sherlock turned his head, and was startled to see that he was clutching the pistol in his hand, and the muzzle was pressed against Mycroft's temple.

"Sherlock..." Mycroft cried helplessly, "whatever tricks you and Jim are up to... If you have a second hand, well, do it... We're surrounded."

"Sorry, Mr. Moriarty, the price you offered is indeed very tempting, but Mr. Magnuson's price is even more tempting." An agent said, "We have already betrayed the British government once, so don't mind One more betrayal of a criminal government. Mr. Magnussen, awaiting your instructions."

"Hmm... the anti-scheme of the anti-scheme." Magnussen smiled, "It's very interesting, isn't it? Be more on the safe side. The game needs to be complicated to be interesting. I think this game should suit you Are you looking forward to it, Mr. Moriarty?"

Moriarty raised his chin slightly: "It's... amazing... I didn't expect you to be such a genius, Charles."

"—Genius, without a doubt." Magnussen twirled his index finger at the side of the temple, "The palace of thought is not unique to you. You said you want to see Appledore, Mr. Holmes? Oh... there is no such thing in the world. There is no airtight wall, and there is no secret that can be kept forever. If I really have such a secret base, storing all the evidence I have collected...I am afraid I will not be standing here today. Any information will always only be in the brain They are the safest, and I read them whenever I need to use them..."

His eyes were empty, he started to flip through the pages, and sighed with enjoyment: "Great...Jim Moriarty...There is a legend that you were born in a family of triplets, right? But your The photos and other information of the brothers only gradually appeared after the age of six...and your parents were dead at that time...the real parents...well...the story of the sneakers is very exciting...you and Sherlock Holmes' little Little sweet memories, right? It's really..."

Mycroft suddenly knocked Magnussen down with a punch, grabbed the gun in his hand and pointed it at Magnussen: "Sherlock! Run away! Quick!"

Sherlock took Moriarty decisively and ran towards the stairs.Dozens of guns fired at them at the same time, and Moriarty opened his palms backwards: "Armor protection!"

"You're crazy!" Sherlock hugged Moriarty and rolled to the bottom of the stairs, "People know your abilities..."

"No one will know." Moriarty panted, "I have done experiments, the power of magic will be distorted in this world, and they will automatically substitute this into a scene they can understand..."

Sherlock suddenly discovered something, and asked suspiciously, "Wait...Aren't you angry?"

"Why should I be angry?" Moriarty said as a matter of course, "Okay, baby Sherlock, I'm much better at dealing with this than you... Be your angel standing in the camp of justice, and I'll take care of everything. "

Sherlock roared: "What!!? Tell me clearly—"

Moriarty leaned over and bit his lip, and the two kissed like drums in the middle of a hail of bullets.After the kiss, Sherlock was almost out of breath: "Jim—"

"Daddy is going to start work~ he still needs to earn money to support the family, Charles." Moriarty patted his buttocks, and quickly got out.Sherlock stared blankly at his back, and the severe pain blocked by morphine finally spread again.He covered his heart and murmured, "...what?"

Moriarty gave himself a Disillusionment Charm, and then sneaked behind the enemy to make up for the fainted one by one.

Although Mycroft has been keeping fit for some reason in recent years, he is not a professional fighter after all. After trying to restrain Magnussen, the two sides fell into a stalemate.Of course Magnuson cherishes his own life, and knows that Mycroft will not take it lightly, but the Waterloo on Mary made him dare not take it lightly, so he is still trying his best to persuade Mycroft: "... …I told them to put their guns down and you let me go, ok? …Well, I’ll go with you and you can put me in jail and never have to worry about…”

"But I just heard that Appledore is in your head, a mind palace." Mycroft said dangerously, "If I pull the trigger now..."

"No, you won't kill me, I'm of great use to you, besides, who would believe..."

"As long as no one is blackmailing people with these things," Mycroft squeezed the trigger with his finger, "and the British government still has credibility..."

"But if you don't put the gun down, they're going to kill your brother and Moriarty..."

"Sherlock himself will know how to escape."

"Think about it, can you be sure there are no accidents? Enough accidents have happened today...Think about how sad your dear old parents would be if your brother died..."

The gunshots became sparse during their conversation, and finally the whole hall fell silent.Mycroft was alarmed, and could not help but worry.Magnussen took the opportunity to continue instilling in his ears: "Maybe something happened? Don't you go out and see? My men may have caught them..."

"Sherlock!" Mycroft yelled.

"I'm fine—" Sherlock managed to raise his voice, "I'm fine—"

Mycroft pointed to Magnussen's head. "Come out with me—"

He was suddenly hit by someone, the gun in his hand was easily taken away, and he fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.Magnussen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around: "What's your name? I will give you a very generous reward..."

"Jim Moriarty, hi~" Moriarty gave him a happy smile, and put his palm on his forehead, "Appledore... let me see how many secrets you have... ...Insomnia."

Magnussen stood there blankly, his expression gradually becoming terrified.

"Jim?" Sherlock gritted his teeth and crawled out from under the stairs, picked up a gun from the ground, and approached Moriarty, "Jamie? Darling?"

"...Sherlock..." Mycroft got up from the ground, clutching his waist, and looked at this scene in surprise: "This is... what's going on here? What is Moriarty doing to him?"

"Get away from him, Mycroft!" Shouted Sherlock, approaching Moriarty with his gun raised, "Honey, you asked me to be an angel of justice... Let go of him and leave him, or I'll shoot!"

Moriarty snorted and loosened his grip on Magnussen: "That's a pity, sweetheart, you don't know how many things he has in his head..."

Magnussen woke up from his trance for a moment, and pressed his belt buckle with trembling fingers... Three red dots appeared on the heads of Moriarty, Sherlock and Mycroft respectively!

"Jim Moriarty..." Magnussen said hoarsely, with hatred in his eyes, "We'll have a lot of time to talk about your special abilities... Is this how you control Holmes? It's amazing, but