51 – Reunion with the teacher was the worst (6)
I have a hobby of taking pictures.
I invested a lot of time into writing.
I stutter, but it is only caused by tension and is not a permanent disability.
Pity.
And I like young children.
After inviting several female students his age who had just entered Oxford to drink tea and observe Professor Dodgson, who was stuttering in front of him, Sherlock Holmes quietly put down his teacup and took a lemon candy from his pocket. I took it out.
Although he thought of that man every time he saw him, he had no intention of changing his tastes. Rather, it seemed like he was aware of the man, so to relieve his boredom, he quietly put a sour lemon candy in his mouth and bit down on it.
It seemed like a true rumor that Professor Dodgson was not a very popular person. Most of the people gathered here had signed up for a math lecture simply because of Professor Moriarty’s face, but perhaps out of ignorance, Professor Dodgson thought they were really interested in math and held a tea party.
Of course, due to the fact that Professor Dodgson was the famous Lewis Carroll, some people seemed to have attended with expectations of meeting the famous author. Most people pretended to listen to Professor Dodgson with a half-hearted smile, as if they were somewhat disappointed to see the famous writer stuttering.
It was the same for Holmes himself, but he couldn’t help but think that meeting the boring professor in front of him was still better.
If he had been a schoolboy, from the upper class of Oxford, he would have been forced to join many terrible clubs by now.
He did not want to get close to idiots who pass off eccentricities such as sticking their genitals into a pig’s head as youthful deviance. Stupidity is like a cold; if you get close to it, you catch it.
Fortunately, the time was right, so Professor Dodgson declared the end of the tea party, and as the others tried to escape, Holmes himself tried to follow.
But strangely enough, Professor Dodgson caught her first.
“Ho… Miss Holmes, now… Let’s talk for a moment… “Can you share it?”
“… “What is it about, Professor Dodgson?”
“That… Just a dog… It’s a personal question, ho… If you don’t mind…….”
Since he was not one to ignore even basic manners, Holmes nodded his head slightly.
Although he was not as tall as Professor Moriarty, Professor Dodgson in front of him was also much taller than average. Although she was at least three inches taller than Holmes herself, Dodgson, who was always with his little friends, couldn’t help but feel nervous standing in front of the woman in front of him.
But he overcame the fear blooming in the corner of his heart and opened his mouth.
“Yes… I heard it from Professor Moriarty before, but… Could it be that Miss Holmes is with Professor Moriarty…? That girl I was friends with… Is that correct?”
“… Professor Moriarty… “Did you say that?”
“That… then! Ah… It’s such an heirloom, after all. Ruler… Talk often… De… I used to listen. Ah… A beautiful lady… I heard, and… “I see.”
But Sherlock couldn’t concentrate on Professor Dodgson’s next words. His heart began to pound frantically as he encountered evidence that the man had not forgotten him.
It was to the point where it would have been useful not to run away.
“That… still… Than you think… ah… No, excuse me. By the way, are there any nephews… “Is there one?”
“Excuse me, Professor Dodgson. “Something urgent came up.”
“Ah… that… Well then, uh… “I can’t help it.”
When Holmes came to his senses, he found himself running outside without even listening to Professor Dodgson.
But the more I ran, the more I ran down the hallway where several people passed by, the more my pounding heart calmed down, and I was able to think with joy.
As expected, there was no way that person had forgotten me!
It was such an obvious, obvious axiom and truth, but I ended up acting like a fool! How pitiful did that man, that villain, think of me?
If I think about it, I was foolishly wasting precious time for several days.
Of course, this was a light test he threw at me. There was no way the villain wouldn’t act. However, I ended up acting like a child, like a timid fool who was upset that someone I knew pretended not to notice.
It shouldn’t have been that way.
“You are meant to be a detective and investigative consultant, Sherlock. That man… “You have to confront that man.”
Muttering as if making a promise, Holmes paused for a moment and took a breath. Yes, I finally felt like I had regained my whole self.
I should have done this a long time ago, but when I looked back on myself, I felt unusually embarrassed.
But it was different from now on.
“… First, I need to find evidence to remove the mask. Like an idiot, I was lazy in my research. Should I break into the house?”
At some point, her eyes changed to those of a hunter spying on prey. All signs were good.
When I thought about that man, when I thought about confronting him, I could only focus on that. I couldn’t even think of the subtle temptation of the drug right now.
Sherlock could feel that he was alive.
As such, the reason I immediately moved towards Professor Moriarty’s office was by no means an impulse.
If I had already decided to finally start hunting, I couldn’t put everything off any longer. Secret spying.
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Sherlock wanted to start from there.
However, she was able to immediately realize that she was still immature. Otherwise, she had to admit that no matter how accurately she calculated and made every move, chance was an enemy to be avoided that would often ruin all her plans.
As she was heading to her office to spy on that man, she happened to run into that woman.
‘Damn hairball.’
Holmes thought to himself. From the moment I got some distance away, I could tell that the unpleasant hairball was approaching.
Of course, this was also the case for peonies.
Coincidentally, both Holmes, who was of fairy blood, and Moran, who was of werewolf blood, had such good eyesight that it was difficult to compare them to ordinary humans. Of course, in the case of physical strength, there was no need to even emphasize it.
Why does that half-poon not like the werewolf so much?
Holmes was sure that he did not have the fear and loathing that some idiots, most of those currently attending Professor Moriarty’s lectures, had for that woman with a mixture of animal and human forms.
Judgement based on such prejudices, such as bloodline or race, was one of the biggest enemies of seeing the facts.
Then why on earth?
Holmes was able to come to a conclusion with difficulty.
As expected, I don’t like that hairball because he is a villain who arrogantly sticks by Mr. Moriarty’s side and is likely to help him in his evil deeds, and is literally a hired villain under the villain.
Yes, that would be the only reason, because I would have no other reason not to like it.
Of course, I didn’t like those eyes that were secretly glaring at me like a thief.
Unfortunately, even Holmes could not tell that Moran also had the same mindset. Even though he was a detective, he had not mastered mind reading.
So he just tried to ignore it and pass by. But first, the wolf cheekily spoke to him.
“There you are, Miss Holmes.”
“… What’s going on, I mean…… Peonies, right?”
“The owner was looking for me. To be precise, I was looking to convey the word on his behalf. “It’s a hassle, but I have to use my strength because my master always trusts me.”
“You’re more talkative than I thought, Peony. “So why did you look for Mr. Moriarty’s favorite student?”
A moment of silence.
Although we weren’t aware of each other, we glared at each other for a moment. Of course, it happened literally in an instant and ordinary people could never have noticed.
Of course, neither Holmes nor Moran were ordinary people.
“… The owner asked me to have a cup of tea tomorrow, is that okay? Don’t worry too much, since I work as a professor, I often invite students. Miss Holmes… It’s not that I paid any special attention to it. “Don’t be nervous.”
“… “I’ll see you tomorrow. I guess you want to personally celebrate our reunion after 10 years.”
I could hear the wolf grinding his teeth, but I ignored it. Of course, he may have already acted similarly after listening to the wolf’s insolent words.
But I guess it was good.
The next afternoon, Sherlock Holmes was in Professor Moriarty’s drawing room for a student meeting, and was able to briefly exchange greetings.
It was a gorgeous room. It seemed to prove the rumors about Professor Moriarty, who was also successful as an investor and made quite a bit of money.
There was also a picture hanging on the wall that decorated the rooms of middle-class people who had earned some money, and as Holmes quickly observed it, he had to suppress a smile involuntarily.
I instinctively knew that this was a light test.
I didn’t like the idea of a furball preparing and pouring tea next to me, but I liked it. There was no room for that wolf.
Because this living room was a space just for the two of us, the villain in front of us and ourselves, the detective who would uncover his identity.
The villain greeted me warmly and spoke like a villain.
“I played a little prank, but I’m sad that you didn’t respond, Holmes. “Are your parents okay?”
“…… “Yes, thank you for your well-being, Mr. Moriarty.”
“I’m glad, because our efforts together seem to have borne fruit.”
I deliberately bit my lip. It had to be that way. Otherwise, it seemed like he would actually smile at the fact that the man in front of him showed his true colors as if provoking him.
He quietly placed a hand on his pounding heart and turned his gaze to a picture decorated on the wall. She opened her mouth quietly, trying to ignore the professor’s gaze, which seemed to be looking forward to the student’s answer.
“That’s a great picture.”
“I guess I also have a social status… “I can’t help but collect this and that, Holmes.”
It was a painting of a young woman holding a lamb. In order for her to become a detective, she had to learn a lot to confront the man.
Her maternal grandmother was the younger sister of a former French court painter, so she had a natural talent for art, and she was bound to be well-versed in painting.
Holmes slowly opened his mouth.
“It’s a painting by Jean-Baptiste Greuze.”
“You seem to be very knowledgeable about art, but I don’t know much about writers.”
“He’s a good painter. And that painting is titled ‘The Virgin with the Lamb.’”
“Really?”
“It is also a painting that was sold for 1.2 Million francs to an anonymous participant at the Portalis auction in 1870. It’s a painting worth more than 40,000 pounds……. Interesting, sir. The salary you earn as a professor is probably… “It must be about five hundred pounds.”
Moriarty nodded her head slightly, as if she was finally satisfied with her student’s answer. She then began adding and editing like a professor.
“If it’s genuine, it would be an interesting conclusion, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes, that’s right. London, no… “Even if you entrust the request for genuine products to experts in Europe, the result will be fake.”
“They will have no choice but to come to that conclusion. Because that will be true.”
“That’s exactly the view, sir. You taught me, you can’t change the facts themselves. Well, if it’s a villain, they’ll interfere so you don’t find out about it.”
“Maybe so. “But Miss Holmes, you are not a villain.”
“I know.”
Not yet.
Holmes did not bother to add an afterword. Because he also knew that man who was currently treating him with a smile that was both pleasing and hateful.
But I will make it happen. No, only I can do it.
James Moriarty opened his mouth quietly, looking kindly at his young student, who fortunately did not disappoint him, but still had a lot of guidance to teach.
Of course, he knew that Moran gave him a disapproving look as he and Holmes were having a conversation that only they knew about each other, but he lightly ignored it.
“… “I think it would be a good idea to read the newspaper often starting next week, Holmes.”
“I guess so. Of course, I’m always watching out for you. Thank you for your concern, teacher.”
“Okay, come visit me anytime, very…” “You should have fun school days, right?”
There was no need for further conversation, so Holmes walked out with a slightly raised eyebrow and a sneer at the wolf that was staring at him as if it was going to bite the back of his head.
There was a lot of work to be done.
Of course, I need that person. Because it was clear that the purpose of his life was to prove that that man was a villain!
A joy and pleasure that could not be compared to any medicine came over Holmes. Yes, you are just like me, I need you, and you need a detective to chase you.
There was a lot of work to be done. My steps were light, and I couldn’t help but whistle without even realizing it.
However, Holmes himself, a drug addict, knew better than anyone else the horrors of medicine. The one who comes after happiness and pleasure.
An unexplainable feeling of anxiety came over me.
This happened every time I took medicine. At that moment, all kinds of terrible imaginations came to me as if they were reality.
Then a thought suddenly occurred to me.
Thinking about that now was like worrying about something so far away, but then a thought occurred to me.
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So what next?
It was the first question I faced.
I have been preparing for the past 10 years to prove that that man is a villain. And he had to give the rest of his life.
But what happens after that?
I couldn’t think of anything. Then I had no choice but to stop for a moment, as if I were anxious when I ran out of medicine.
But Sherlock couldn’t help but be thankful for her own brilliant mind. Because her head turned quickly and gave me the answer right away.
Ah, I see.
It will end there anyway, so there is no need to worry any further.
Didn’t you already know this very well?
The man was a villain, but the one who committed the crime with him was Sherlock Holmes, himself.
Yes, he should be punished along with that person. Just like Mr. Moriarty, we can fall into hell and burn together. Because that would be a fitting outcome for the two of us who committed a crime.
Only I can catch you, and I must be punished with you.
Only me.
The inexperienced detective began preparing to solve the professor’s assignment.
Two days later, British newspapers and magazines began reporting news of a bank robbery that occurred at the Bank of England.
