[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

"I just want to ask, when did this happen?"

Moriarty turned around with a look of surprise and bewilderment.Sherlock was standing less than five meters away from him, just a safe distance—it seemed that even if he confessed to Moriarty insanely, he still remained vigilant and suspicious in his bones.However, this was the Sherlock Holmes familiar to Moriarty... the one he had been playing chase games with all along.

Moriarty had contemplated ending the game a long time ago.Moriarty, the Napoleon of crime, the lord of darkness—he always liked to have his way.Observing in secret for 20 years, and then throwing out 3000 million for fun, this is indeed the first time he has done such a thing, but this does not mean that Sherlock is special, just because there are not many opportunities for him to have fun like this That's all.

Moriarty's game, he has the power to make the rules of the game.So at the pool, he went back and forth, determined to kill his game object.This was indeed a whim, without any logic, so when Sherlock pointed his gun at the explosives on the ground, he was really surprised... For the first time, he knew so clearly that Sherlock was not only an intellectually compatible The game object he is comparable to is also a powerful opponent who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him in behavior.He knew that Sherlock would shoot, not just a bluff threat—he reassessed Sherlock's value in an instant, and subconsciously considered changing the rules of the game... Erin's call came at the right time, and he had A suitable excuse ended the confrontation.Then after a period of preparation, he reappeared in front of Sherlock.

He knew why he was going through all this trouble... Sherlock was so charming back then.He didn't know how dangerous he was, but he was trying his best to control his danger... He thought he could be a normal person!And Moriarty has already smelled the abnormality under this normal surface... He guided step by step, patiently weaving the net, slowly watching the prey step into the trap without noticing it, and then suddenly exerted force, throwing the whole world under the trap. The subversion in front of Sherlock... jumping up to the clouds first, and then falling into the abyss, what an impact this would have on Sherlock, just thinking about it is enough to make Moriarty's adrenaline soar.

But the game is over.stop here.Moriarty had blown his own head off, and died like a lamp.The subsequent development of the plot has nothing to do with him. He threw away everything, responsibility, power, Sherlock, and even the whole world... But Sherlock just dug him out of the coffin and revived him in his own mind.Not only did he become obsessed with Moriarty, he even fell in love with him...

Moriarty couldn't possibly be happy.He doesn't mind continuing to play innocuous games with Sherlock, forcing him to reveal more of his true colors; Needs, physical needs were no big deal; but he just couldn't stand Sherlock falling in love with him - it was an insult!What was Sherlock thinking?Um?An inflatable-baby-baby who could resonate with him spiritually?

Apparently Sherlock had picked up a little knack for speaking during their cold war.He compared Moriarty to a virus—which was exactly what Moriarty meant.When looking at Sherlock again, Moriarty finally felt a little more pleasing to the eye.

"On the cliff." Sherlock said, the green light from the wand made his eyes look very strange, "I realized your destructive power...you are the virus that invaded my hard drive, how can I find an anti-virus Software against you? All I can think of is John."

"Wow—yes, what a kind, just, soft-hearted, clumsy and loyal little partner who obeys your orders!" Moriarty sarcastically said, "You have had enough of being a master on him ? Treating John Watson like a stupid dog?”

Sherlock stood face to face with him, eyes intertwined.His expression was extremely calm, as if Moriarty's words did not cause any waves in his heart.

"You're such a disappointment." Moriarty made a gesture of disgust, and turned his thumb upside down with a smirk, "Good baby Sherlock~ Since you already have anti-virus software, why don't you kill you immediately What about the virus? A dagger, an Avatar, even a thought, and Jim Moriarty is gone from this world! From your world! You can have peace, Sherlock, Burial innocently, and then continue to love John from afar with your incomplete soul. Why do you look at me like this? Hmm? Don’t you love him? It’s a pity that captivity doesn’t work for me, Sherlock! I can't wait for you to disappear immediately and die completely. How I wish I could hear a voice like heaven: Sherlock Holmes passed away at X Hospital at X o'clock in the afternoon on X-month X..."

"—I had a dream, Moriarty."

Sherlock's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "A dream that could not have been better for me... I have an idea. Do you know about parallel time and space?"

Moriarty shrugged.

"That's just myself in parallel time and space, it's unbelievably real." Sherlock continued, "Remember the bride's case? Looking back now, I can even clearly remember which corner you were in that I didn't notice I've seen it in... like the morgue, like the Cormacs. But in that dream you didn't exist, you only existed in my fantasy... I had to use drugs to see you. You made me Knowing a lot of things, gave me clues to solve the case... Then, maybe some kind of refraction between dream and reality was completed, and I realized that we have to distinguish... I have to wake up from the dream. We are in Fighting in front of the Reichenbach Falls, you completely overwhelmed me, and I was barely able to fight back. But John appeared, he pointed his hand-gun at you, let you catch you without a fight, and then kicked you off the cliff... "

Moriarty sarcastically said, "Sounds like fun?"

Sherlock shrugged, with a smile on his lips: "I don't deny that."

"You really annoy me." Moriarty said seriously, "Does your paranoia need to be treated?"

He ran his fingers over his temples and turned them around.

"Jim," Sherlock whispered, extinguishing the light at the tip of his wand, "do you think you're real?"

He got no answer. One minute later, when Sherlock lit his wand again, there was no one in front of him except a waddling "John Watson".

He stood thoughtfully for a moment, dealt with the boggart, and followed the fork in.

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Moriarty's mood was now extremely conflicted.

He suddenly realized that he still had expectations for Sherlock, because Sherlock had given him surprises when faced with similar situations before.He already knew that Sherlock was a genius...but what?In the end he was just a normal guy.What you are me I am your trick, Moriarty is unique!Moriarty King of the world!Moriarty always follows the rules, Moriarty is the rules himself!

So because of Sherlock's confession, Moriarty's desire to play has plummeted.He was determined to end the game, but he didn't expect that he was still using a genius mode to end the game-he could force Sherlock to make another choice, the sooner the better, but he actually complied with the plot, thinking that he had already The time was shortened... Even though it was his own choice, thinking about it now, the more Moriarty thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became.

This choice has exposed his inner thoughts.He still wants to continue the game, and wants to see Sherlock counterattack and prove that he is not an ordinary person.He felt disgusted with Sherlock - but how much of it was generated and fermented because Sherlock didn't start to deal with it sooner?

As he should have thought, Sherlock wanted to continue the game.

Sherlock can guess and confirm some things as much as he can, it doesn't matter, he can't change the final result anyway.

Moriarty stepped out of the hedge, kicking the branches under his feet morosely.

The author has something to say: orz, I don’t dare to set a flag anymore...QAQ

Thanks to the little angel of mine~ Meme~

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