205 – To the same location (1)
The Douglass closed their mouths as if thinking for a moment at Holmes’s remarks. No one was willing to open their mouths due to the sudden remark. Not only Douglas himself, but even those who were not involved had no choice but to be cautious about Holmes’ sudden remarks.
Douglas finally spoke first. It was an extremely common sense statement.
“Of course… I agree that we need to hurry. But maybe what they want is too much haste… “I want to, detective girl.”
But the situation did not make common sense. Holmes let out a deep sigh at the sight of a person who, despite facing countless dangers to his life over the decades, was still unaware of a danger he had never experienced before.
Watson could see Mr. Douglas’s brows furrowed in an attitude that seemed to ignore him, but he did not stop Holmes’ actions. At this point, Watson was almost the only one who knew and felt the true nature of the danger that Holmes warned about.
Of course, there was no direct experience of Professor James Moriarty’s threat in Jane Watson’s memory right now. Although she still had lingering feelings about it, Jane Watson only had an indirect experience, like reading someone’s records, because the experiences were in her memories of sacrificing herself to save Holmes.
However, even through the simple diary she left behind in her past, she was able to gauge the danger that would come to an ignorant person.
Holmes scratched his head and opened his mouth as if he could not come up with a clear answer.
“3 Days. I recommend avoiding it at least within 3 days. Of course, you can’t force it. But if you value your life, I just want you to know that even three days is likely not enough.”
“So, Miss Holmes, no matter what-“
“The criminal who came to kill you, do you know how he got into your room?”
When Holmes interrupted Douglas’ conversation and suddenly asked, Douglas shook his head quietly as if he did not know the intention of the question or the answer. However, as if recalling the unexpected experience at the time, Watson could see cold sweat slowly dripping from his forehead.
“I don’t know. Actually… I still don’t know until now. I spent a lot of time alone, so I thought about it, but there was no way he could come in. Even though it looks like this, I was a person who had a difficult job, so I was always wary of my surroundings, but I couldn’t figure out what he did. Just… He was in my room somewhere, as if he were really a ghost, and even if he made the slightest mistake, I was still there… It would have been a faceless corpse instead. “Does that mean the young lady knows?”
“I don’t know either. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I mean we haven’t found it yet, but we can figure it out if we give enough time. But can’t you feel it just by looking at this? That there is someone who taught the dead person how to do that and literally advised him on a crime? Experts don’t like their projects to end in failure. “I can’t predict it exactly, but hiding here isn’t a good idea and we’ll have to move quickly.”
“… “I will leave in two days.”
Douglas reluctantly responded to Holmes’ words. His friend, who was watching from the side, opened his mouth as if to console him and said that he would organize and dispose of his property on his behalf, but Holmes simply ignored him.
In that case, even to Inspector Macdonald who asked him what to do with the criminal and the case closed, Holmes half-heartedly replied that he would just take care of it and walked off somewhere.
No one could stop her or speak to her as Holmes gave off such a strange aura that it was difficult for ordinary people to even dare to talk to her.
Only one person looked around for a moment and then silently followed his friend.
Jane Watson followed Holmes into the room where she and Holmes were staying and carefully closed the door. Even at that moment, without opening his mouth, Holmes lit a new pipe and smoked for a long time, absorbed in his thoughts.
It was a familiar sight to Watson, but at the same time he watched his friend carefully, knowing that he was in trouble.
Holmes finally spoke first. It was probably a privilege that only Watson could enjoy in the world. If someone else had been with him, Holmes would have ignored that person until the end.
“That’s a pain in the ass, Watson.”
“… “What’s the problem?”
Holmes smiled bitterly at Watson’s question.
Problem.
This was a truly interesting question. Because she always had everything wrong with her. From the day I met Teacher Moriarty until now, there has never been a single moment when this world wasn’t full of problems.
But Holmes knew very well that he was a broken man. Everything was full of problems, but ironically, she was happy about it.
Because Holmes himself was a person who solved such problems, and he was a person who felt joy and meaning in life by solving problems.
And for her, the problem of her life, the most important problem and the problem that would bring her the greatest pleasure was, of course, James Moriarty.
“Solving problems is such a pain, Watson. In fact, there has to be a problem for us to step forward.”
“… It can be prevented. “Holmes, you can do it.”
“But it’s difficult. That means being picky, Watson. Time is running out. It is highly likely that Mr. Moriarty would have already noticed that Douglas was alive. No, it won’t. A teacher would do that. I can tell. Yeah, there’s no way I wouldn’t know.”
Holmes nodded his head as if muttering.
The sight seemed unfamiliar for a moment, so Watson passed the neckline. Because at that moment, my friend’s appearance felt gloomy.
It may not seem fitting, but at that moment, Holmes seemed genuinely happy. He unconsciously raised his voice for a moment and raised the corners of his mouth. It seemed to Watson that she wasn’t even conscious of herself.
“It might be better to contact my brother Mycroft and take drastic action…… “There are two problems.”
“… What?”
“The first thing is of course time. Maybe a new assassin is already coming down here. Even if I were given time to contact Mycroft and take new action… I wonder if Douglas will cooperate. But even if you use it as bait…….”
“Holmes!”
Although he knew that Holmes often said overly rational and cold words that others might misunderstand, Watson called his friend as a warning.
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However, Holmes seemed so absorbed that he did not hear and continued to speak.
“The second is, of course… It’s efficiency. The case has actually been solved, but there is no way to obtain new evidence. “I’ve already experienced it a few times, but even if you set a trap and catch the assassin, it’s nothing more than cutting off the tail.”
“Holmes, it’s about helping people, don’t say that. And I know you are a good person, but be careful about saying things that others may misunderstand.”
Only then did Holmes silence his mouth for a moment, as if he had heard Watson’s point. But then he smiled helplessly.
“I see, I made a mistake when Watson pointed it out to me. Well, nothing comes to mind right away, but it will work out somehow. “Okay, thank you, Watson.”
However, Holmes had no choice but to think again when he saw the note that one of the servants brought him shortly after having a light dinner that day.
Because the note did not contain any special content, anyone who read it would have thought it was just a joke. Even the servant who brought it to Holmes had paid him to run the errand, so he told it to Holmes, but he didn’t seem to take it seriously.
However, through the note, Holmes was able to learn that Fred Forlock, his only means of confronting Mr. Moriarty at present, had come.
The next morning, after giving some advice to the busy Douglass, Holmes went outside, telling Watson that he would take a walk alone, and headed to the place mentioned in the note.
I didn’t forget to pretend to be taking a walk while calmly smoking a cigarette, as there might be people watching.
However, when she entered the small barn in the forest that seemed to have been prepared as a shelter for a forest keeper, her eyes shone sharply.
There, a bald wizard whom she had not seen in a long time was waiting for her, sitting crookedly.
“Has all your hair finally fallen out? “That’s a ridiculous wig.”
“Hey, it’s because of the disguise, I’m not bald yet, b*tch.”
“Not yet? It looks like he has finally accepted his fate. “Good, it’s important to accept the truth.”
At Holmes’s words, Fred Forlock cracked his fingers as if threatening and lit a small spark at the tip, but Holmes glared at him coldly and told him to tell his purpose.
Fred Forlock opened his mouth, scratching his head as if he were troubled.
“I really have to kill that guy this time, right? So help me or don’t get in my way.”
