235 – The Final Case (3)
Professor James Moriarty fell to the vampire’s attack and has not regained consciousness!
There were no newspaper articles announcing this fact due to the control of the media by Holmes and Mycroft, but even the public’s attention could not be completely hidden.
More than anything, one of Holmes’ intentions from the beginning was to have Professor James Moriarty resign from his professorship in disgrace.
Naturally, at Oxford University, his alma mater and workplace, an unpleasant incident involving Professor James Moriarty was slowly spreading like a rumor.
After the Redhead Club was officially disbanded by public authorities, it was not possible to completely prevent chaos in London society. Of course, Holmes personally did not mind. Because it was Mycroft Holmes who suffered to the end.
Mycroft Holmes might have felt sorry for his younger brother if he had known, but there were times when Holmes was cold to his younger brother.
Thanks to something James Moriarty did before he fell, people at Oxford did not think Professor Moriarty was the culprit of the Red Head Club scandal like John Clay.
Of course, in the case of John Clay, he was able to come out free less than half a day after being taken to the Scotland Yard headquarters in London.
Officially, the mastermind behind all this commotion and the scandal that may have threatened London and British society was the half-turned vampire Count Dracula.
However, it was still disgraceful that Professor James Moriarty was an early member of this unsavory club. There were already voices at the strict Oxford University calling for him to be dismissed for harming the honor and dignity of the school.
Unfortunately, few people spoke out for James Moriarty. At most, he was Professor Dodgson, who was his teacher and who considered himself to be a close friend of Moriarty.
Of course, even Professor Dodgson could not claim that Moriarty was completely innocent. He argued that he should at least wait a moment for his fallen colleague to wake up and give him a chance to plead his case.
It was related to a dishonorable incident, but at the same time, because the patient was an unconscious patient, the school accepted this opinion, and Professor James Moriarty was still able to maintain his position as a professor.
Of course, it was clear to anyone that James Moriarty would step down from his position as a professor, to the extent that even students talked about Professor Moriarty when they were not in class.
Of course, James Moriarty was still unconscious. Although stories about him circulated in social circles for a while, he did not receive much attention.
The number of prominent figures who were initially blinded by the Red Head Club’s empty investments or manipulated by vampires was quite large, so the addition of Professor Moriarty to the long list did not make much of a difference.
If there was a problem at university, it was because it was his workplace.
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The news of Professor James Moriarty’s collapse did not cause much social uproar.
The same was true for many criminals in the UK.
In the first place, the only people who knew his true identity were a few close associates who had been with him since the early days.
Of course, that did not mean that nothing happened. Even the petty criminals on the streets who were unaware of the fact that ‘M’ had fallen intuitively felt that these days and weeks of quiet peace were ominous.
The world of criminals before and after M appeared was completely different. But now, something was unclear, as if M had disappeared.
However, few people were able to accurately realize these changes and ominous signs. Coincidentally, the person who knew this was falling asleep drunk while drinking in a corner of a bar with some close colleagues.
“Hey, Porok, stop acting and get up.”
“… Seed… Haircut, too… Young master… …. Ah… ah… no!”
When his colleague next to him was about to hit Fred Forrock on the back of the head, who showed no signs of getting up, the wizard suddenly stood up, screaming. His friends were either embarrassed by his sudden behavior, or laughed at Porok’s ridiculousness and emptied their drinks. Porok slowly sat back down, wiping away his cold sweat.
“Ssipal… …. Yeah, it was a f*cking dream. f*ck, I’m glad… ….”
“What kind of crappy dream did you have? Why are you touching your head again? “Don’t keep doing that, or you’ll end up like me.”
With a half-fazed expression, Fred Forrock let out a deep sigh. Yet, he was smoothing his forehead, which was already damp with cold sweat, with his hand. To be precise, he was checking the thinning of his hair that was still located behind his widened forehead.
When Porok felt his hair in his hands, he breathed a sigh of relief. I was able to comfortably ignore even the sincere taunts of my bald friend giggling next to me. Because I realized that my terrible dream was literally just a dream.
“Like a coward, what did you see in your dream?”
“Sigh, you bastards. I’m like this because it’s a f*cking dream… ….”
Porok emptied the remaining drink and sighed involuntarily.
“I was the butler taking care of the children, but those children pulled out the last of my hair… ….”
“Isn’t that a precognitive dream? “I heard that magicians can dream of the future?”
When someone chuckled, Porok couldn’t help but get nervous.
“Shut up, you bastard! Such a terrible thing can’t be the future…….”
He could hear people around him mocking his hair loss, but the wizard tried to ignore it.
It was truly a terrible nightmare, but I wasn’t stupid enough to reveal everything to these guys, even detailing it.
More than anything else, it was a ridiculous dream.
The terrible dream of being tormented by little masters and girls with wolf ears and tails couldn’t have been the future. In common sense, does it make sense for a professor and his penny wolf to live side by side with each other and end up as servants with a leash on them?
That can’t be possible.
Porok unconsciously held his trembling hand and thought once more. Because…… Because I knew that it would all end soon.
I couldn’t help but feel tired both physically and mentally.
Everyone gathered here was complaining of anxiety, but it was of a different kind than Porok himself. They felt anxious about the work of the organization, which was paralyzed when the professor collapsed and even Moran focused only on the professor’s care, but not Porok himself.
As soon as the professor fell, the damn detective woman started pampering him as if he were her slave. In fact, Porok could not refuse the order, only complaining.
In the meantime, I couldn’t even access key information because I was conscious of the professor and Moran, but I knew that now was my only chance.
It was as if he had already completely chosen one side. He couldn’t go back now. In order for him to survive, he had to sell his professorship.
Does he feel guilty now? Porok himself did not know. No, he tried his best not to care.
That’s why he got up from his seat first, pretending to pout at his colleagues’ teasing. For him, survival has always been the most important issue.
He had already handed over everything she wanted, and she could be heard hinting that everything would end soon.
Then what?
Porok sensed that the time had come for him to hide himself. Of course, he still had to ignore his complex feelings, including his complaints about the damn detective and his late worries about the professor and Moran without even realizing it.
“But Siipal, why on earth did that woman ask me to find out about a hiding place? “Does she have any business kidnapping anyone?”
But Porok soon shook his head. It’s nothing to do with you anymore.
Holmes, Moran, and the professor were old acquaintances who had nothing to do with him anymore and would never meet again. He thought so and disappeared into his alley.
Similar time.
It was late at night, but the gas lamp was on in Mycroft Holmes’ study, and the brother and sister were sitting facing each other as if having a secret conversation.
Holmes was looking at his brother who was silently reviewing the documents, and Mycroft Holmes opened his mouth, putting down the documents as if he had just finished reviewing them.
“Overtime will continue for a while.”
“So, what do you think?”
“I see that the liaison you rescued worked hard, Sherlock. This is enough… “It will spread into an unprecedented scandal in British society, but at least we will be able to root out the evil.”
“Yes, thank goodness.”
It was his brother’s usual answer, but Mycroft Holmes hesitated for a moment due to a strange sense of discomfort. In fact, it had been like this ever since Professor Moriarty fell, so I had no choice but to be cautious. Because he was my older brother, not a civil servant.
“… “Are you okay, Sherlock?”
“What do you mean? “No matter how much my brother asks me that, I don’t know.”
“James… “Professor Moriarty.”
“Teacher… You’re a criminal, Brother Mycroft. A villain. You deserve to be punished, I know. I don’t know what kind of foolish thoughts you have, but I’m fine. Really.”
I don’t think so.
Of course, Mycroft did not say it out loud. However, the older brother had no choice but to make a cautious offer to be considerate of his younger brother.
“In that case, there is no need for you to go to the scene where Professor Moriarty was arrested-“
“Microft.”
However, that proposal, a proposal to be considerate of his younger brother, was momentarily blocked by a cold voice. Mycroft Holmes was not even aware that cold sweat was slowly flowing down his face as he faced the red gaze that was staring at him intently.
Strangely enough, it felt like I was encountering a predator that was enraged by me messing with its prey. However, at that moment, as if it was a lie, the momentum disappeared, and Holmes opened his mouth in the same tone as usual with an inexplicable smile.
“This is my job, Brother Mycroft. You know that I’ve lived my whole life just for this moment. “I have to finish it myself.”
“That… okay. “I got it, Sherlock.”
Of course, Mycroft Holmes could not completely relieve the anxiety in one corner of his heart. However, his duties as a civil servant required him to focus more on this huge task.
The day they had planned, the day when they decided to remove the huge cancerous lump in London and England at once.
Two days before that, James Moriarty regained his consciousness and woke up in his own bed in his own mansion.
