227 – Catastrophe (10)
Is it another stupid dream?
James Moriarty thought. A stupid dream that repeats itself over and over again. No, that was the wrong expression. If it was a repetition, I had to have the same dream every time. In that sense, the expression ‘repeating dream’ is wrong.
He was a professor and a logical person, so he had to convey the exact meaning of each word.
However, these dreams were so foolish that they were thoughtlessly described as recurring dreams. Because it was a dream, it contained foolish content that made no logical sense, but at first glance, it was a dream that had something connected, a common theme and setting that was connected to each other.
Of course, just as it is difficult to properly remember a dream when you wake up, I have not been able to remember the details of each of the dreams that continued several times in the same way. But I knew for sure that it was a very terrible nightmare and a very stupid dream.
Moriarty couldn’t help but worry, which was rare. It was definitely not like him to worry about something like this.
But wasn’t it just a dream anyway? He thought so. Yes, it’s a dream. It’s all just a foolish dream. It’s not reality. It is a possibility that cannot happen, no, it is nothing more than a lie that has not even become a possibility.
This can’t be reality.
Of course, when he woke up from his dream with his eyes dimly open, he couldn’t help but frown without realizing it. He knew it was a dream, but it didn’t feel good to have someone contradicting his words.
If it were from a woman who spoke kindly, as if to comfort or sympathize with her, or as if she were treating a sick patient.
“… What are you talking about… …. Like…… Sherlock…….”
He was his disciple. Of course, he was not the student he remembered, but the strange and terrible student he had always seen in his dreams.
It was a strange thing.
Since their separation from her childhood, Moriarty himself has never once called her by her name. It may have been a consideration on her part as a teacher because her student did not want it. Or, it may have been an expression of now living purely as a detective and his adversary.
But I guess it was good. The Moriarty of his dreams might have escaped such trivial problems. As a habit, he tried to call his student by his last name, but when he felt something was logically wrong, he urgently called him by his first name.
As if he was okay with it, the disciple stroked his cheek and repeated the words again.
“It’s a meaningless thought experiment, you know. No, you knew it from the beginning. “Stop accepting it now.”
“Doc…… Hit it… ….”
It was bizarre. If it were real, I wouldn’t have been this angry at Holmes. Because he was always ahead of his students, and he could win at any time. Winners are relaxed. Doesn’t this make Moriarty himself look like a loser?
But soon Moriarty was able to convince himself. Because it’s a dream anyway.
Yes, it was a stupid dream, so sometimes impossible things happen.
However, no matter how much he knew it was just a dream, opening his mouth as if his beloved disciple had already won and as if he had pity on him was not a good thing to hear.
“…… I think it will still take a little more time for you to fully wake up. Don’t think about anything and just get some rest. “The kids are also waiting because they want to play with their dad.”
“…… At that time… at that time…… Beforehand…… If you did…… Then… ….”
“Do you think it would have been different if that had happened? Maybe so. Because you were arrogant. They could have dealt with me at any time. But look. That’s a meaningless assumption, aren’t you? You already know it well. “You lost.”
“No… I am… I didn’t lose…… I didn’t lose……….”
“It’s a lie, even though you already know it well.”
“… Yeah, I know…… “Sherlock.”
Because it’s a dream. Yes, I knew it was a stupid dream. He couldn’t hear what he was muttering in his dream, or what Holmes, who was taking care of him as if he were a patient who was under the influence of drugs and seeing hallucinations, was muttering.
Only then did Moriarty realize that she was waking up from a foolish dream.
“… School… number! Moriarty School… “Soo!”
All the scenery disappeared, and I couldn’t see anything in front of me again. I wasn’t blind. This was a natural result since she had closed her eyes without realizing it.
James Moriarty then slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to the owner of the voice calling him urgently.
For a few seconds, he couldn’t clearly distinguish between reality and a dream, but he immediately returned to reality. For some reason, John Clay was there, looking stupid.
For a moment, Moriarty could not understand the situation.
Of course, it was because he had just woken up, but he was not still so caught up in the dream that he couldn’t think.
I widened my view a little more and looked around my study from the corner of my eye, and saw that Moran was next to him, trying hard to hide her disapproving expression, watching as usual.
John Clay should have been supervising work as usual at the pawn shop near the Red Head Club.
It seemed like something had happened. Thanks to that, the young student urgently came to his advisor, ignoring even Moran.
“What’s going on, Clay? “In many ways, he looks embarrassed, which is unbecoming of a gentleman.”
“Professor, now is not the time to be so leisurely! That… That damn whore! That b*tch! All… “The woman you are keeping alive has attacked a vampire!”
Moriarty was a cynical person, and he opened his mouth first as if mocking Clay’s attitude of overconfidence in his own blood.
However, John Clay seemed to be in such a hurry that he could not respond to such sarcasm.
In many ways, he looked like a beginner. Seeing that, Moriarty lowered her evaluation of her student by one level, but she also took a somewhat lenient attitude toward the initiate, who was still just a novice criminal.
He opened his mouth calmly, as if trying to reassure his partner.
“It’s not a big problem. “It was within expected range, wasn’t it?”
“… Not a problem? My… Are you out of your mind, professor? What about the redhead club? That… And since he is also a collaborator, he has relevant information-“
“Quiet. Take a deep breath first.”
Although he was reluctant, Moriarty did not like the young man in front of him who was whining like a child, so he just covered the other person’s mouth with his index finger and began to explain quietly.
“The vampire was captured faster than expected. Contrary to what I said, there is no big problem except that he is a terrible person. “Because you won’t be able to find any conclusive evidence in his residence.”
“…… “When did you use your hands?”
“There’s no need to tell you every single detail, right?”
At Moriarty’s smiling words, Clay just nodded silently. Moriarty continued as if he was satisfied.
“Because I am a beginner, this is my first time experiencing something like this…… I understand you looked a bit unsightly for a moment, Clay. But don’t forget that we are the ones moving ahead.”
“What do you mean?”
“It means not to think too deeply about obvious things. Whether it’s a detective or a police officer, they’ll probably try to chase us. But they just follow us. Don’t you know? I’ll tell you easily. Advance your plans. “Let’s hold the Red Head Club a little earlier.”
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“Ah!”
Only then did Clay nod his head.
“Holmes, that child…” So, was it Professor Van Helsing? We may have moved unusually quickly with your help. But that’s it. Any other evidence… It takes time again to find the donations we received from various idiots. So, if you don’t give me time, that’s it. Even if you bring the officers straight to the Redhead Club or try to disrupt the event, it doesn’t matter. “It is enough to just announce that a huge fraud has occurred before we find any evidence directly linking us.”
“… It will lead to results that are less than expected, but there will still be quite a bit of confusion. It’s not enough to cause widespread panic, but it will keep London in an uproar for a while. Hmm…… “You’ve behaved in a disgraceful manner, Professor.”
Clay, who realized belatedly that he had behaved shamefully, cleared his throat and looked at Moriarty again.
Although he tried to avoid his place as if he were running away, Moriarty opened his mouth again.
“Before you go, you might want to take a little more time, Clay, just in case. Let me introduce you to a vampire. “You don’t have to worry because he’s a useless guy.”
“What is that?”
However, Clay had no choice but to keep his mouth shut when Moriarty showed him the nape of his neck, which was secretly covered by his hair, as if in lieu of answering.
Professor Moriarty, who usually wore his hair a little short, almost bobbed, had a strange scar engraved on the nape of his neck, a part that was usually covered by his coat and hair, like a small scar that a keen eye could notice.
Two holes that look like someone drilled a hole with a small awl.
John Clay could tell that it was the work of a vampire. Moriarty opened his mouth as if to explain.
“The special ones among vampires, those who can manipulate others a little, like our foolish collaborators, are especially capable of literally treating their vampire counterparts like slaves, expert Professor Van Helsing said at the seminar. “Wouldn’t that be a good excuse, Clay?”
“… There is no harm in being careful. But… Do we really need to use vampires ourselves?”
“I’m literally just going to bite you, so don’t be too harsh.”
When Moriarty spoke coldly, Clay nodded his head, looking a little frightened.
