61 – You are a really bad person (1)
I was angry. Since that day, 10 years ago, there hasn’t been a single moment when I haven’t harbored some kind of emotion toward that person.
But still, Sherlock Holmes could not hold back his anger toward James Moriarty.
“Huh? Hey, Miss Holmes! “It may still be dangerous!”
“I have urgent business!”
“Ho… Holmes? I am? Me… “Take me too!”
“Stay here, Watson! “I’ll come visit you later!”
It was helpful that he responded to Inspector Lestrade and Watson’s words towards him as he suddenly ran outside. It was proof that even though he harbored such great anger, he had not completely lost his reason.
Inspector Lestrade sighed as he looked at the empty seat of Miss Holmes, who had disappeared without any time for him to stop her.
First of all, since the gunfire had stopped, there would be no major danger, I thought. Above all, he wanted to stop her, so even if she got into an accident, he wouldn’t be responsible, probably.
Normally, Lestrade would have chased after Holmes, swearing at such an unexpected situation, but he couldn’t do that now.
“Anyway… There really is a Bank of England robber here… “I never thought there would be.”
“He died suddenly.”
Lestrade went back to the room, thinking it was safe now, and couldn’t help but admire a little as he looked down at the already cold body.
Of course, Miss Watson’s addition made me feel a headache again.
Still, I decided to think positively. Perhaps the culprit had an accomplice and was forced to shoot him to silence him?
First of all, we caught some of the real criminals, even though they were corpses, and also found the stolen money and checks, so we could confidently say that we had raised a case.
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Of course, it was Lestrade who caught the real culprit thanks to Holmes and Watson, but he had shamelessly forgotten that fact for a long time.
On the other hand, Watson was also slightly relieved when he saw this.
It was truly as Holmes said. With this, the real culprit was caught, and of course something scary happened.
But it was still fun, wasn’t it? Above all, Mr. Fogg will now be able to complete his trip safely! Then me too… Yeah, there’s no end to this gamble. I think it’s a little disappointing, but I can’t lose his father’s pension.
“Still, I’m glad that the real culprit was caught and that Mr. Fogg will no longer be framed as a suspect.”
“Ah… …. Come to think of it, I forgot to tell you, but in fact, an order has already been given to arrest Phileas Fogg, and a competent inspector has been dispatched overseas.”
“… Yes? Ji… “What do you mean now?”
“Um… …. I’m sorry that Mr. Fogg has been framed, but it will take some time for the news to spread…… “If you’re unlucky, Mr. Fogg and his group could have already been caught.”
In fact, Inspector Fix, who was dispatched overseas, was competent, and eventually arrested Mr. Fogg and his group just before they crossed over from India, and detained them for more than half a day.
Of course, even Watson, who doesn’t know this yet, is once again faced with the risk that he may be completely finished.
Watson felt as if the sky was falling and he had no choice but to sit down on the floor.
Meanwhile, Holmes was running fast and was heading towards his destination by boarding a train back to Oxford.
Of course, the place I was always aiming for was James Moriarty’s home.
The sight of her staring out the window with a stern expression on her face, her mouth shut, even on the train, was like the image of a fairy destroying people in her tale.
Other passengers near her did not dare to even look into her eyes, let alone speak to her, and they had to pray earnestly that the beautiful but scary woman would get off quickly.
Up until his arrival, Holmes had to endlessly turn his anger towards Moriarty.
The criminal he was supposed to catch was brutally murdered before his eyes. Of course, the culprit was that man. This was tantamount to mocking myself for being immature and unable to become a detective capable of confronting him.
Therefore, I had to be angry. Justice was trampled before our eyes. Looking at the victim’s cries just before he died, there was a high possibility that even the criminal was forced to participate in this incident thanks to Moriarty’s threats.
But that’s why Holmes had to somehow artificially maintain his anger toward Moriarty.
I felt like if I didn’t do that, the anger would be directed at me.
Actually, for a moment, the thought of fear came to mind first.
The first emotion Holmes felt as he watched the terrible scene unfold before his eyes was regret. Regret that I almost guessed the riddle.
And I knew that such feelings were clearly not normal. That’s why he had to be angry with Moriarty.
It’s like the momentary joy of not having parents who might have blocked your path while enjoying deviant activities such as secretly drinking alcohol or sharing cigarettes with other girls at a girls’ boarding school. It might not have been any different.
In the end, it’s that man’s fault. It was clear that it was all his teacher’s fault. Therefore, as a detective and as his student, Holmes went to Professor Moriarty’s mansion in a rather secluded place to complain to his teacher.
Professor James Moriarty’s home was literally sitting alone in an isolated mansion as he had recently moved to a place with few people. He felt like the main character in a novel going to the villain’s castle.
And then, as if waiting for the hero in the story to face an ordeal, he was blocked by a werewolf who was always unhappy with his path across the garden.
“Holmes… You were a sheep, right? “What brought you here so suddenly?”
“… Move.”
He was a guy I never liked. But he blocked the way once again, as if laughing at himself. As if there was no need to mix his words further, the bundle of fur in front of him, which was not even a wolf, dared to block his path as if it were a shield protecting Mr. Moriarty.
On a subject that is, at best, nothing more than a teacher’s tool.
Holmes ground his teeth without realizing it. She did not like that woman who dared to interrupt the meeting between her and her teacher.
Is this an order from the teacher? That couldn’t have been possible.
More than anything, Holmes knew intuitively that he had been in a similar place a few hours ago as the woman in front of him.
The inference that there is a high possibility of frequent shooting and hunting hobbies, as observed previously. Although it appears to be an ordinary maid’s uniform, there is a high possibility that there is a firearm hidden in her leg.
But there was no smell of gunpowder. It was a few hours ago, and there was a possibility that it had been washed, but there was no way the gunpowder smell would go away that easily.
Above all, I could tell if my senses were more sensitive than ordinary people.
Then what is it?
It is most likely an air rifle. Of course, just as I couldn’t get to the teacher with just that, I couldn’t accuse the wolf I didn’t like of being the culprit in front of me.
So, I tried to ignore it and just pass by.
Of course, Sebastian Moran, the wolf again, this time stopped Holmes by grabbing his shoulder.
For Peony, I was not pleased with this intruder who suddenly came to the nest I shared with my master without any promise or permission from the master.
No matter how much you know that it is the master’s new toy and that it will soon break, there is a line that must be maintained.
So, we decided to exercise our skills a little. Of course, she had to faithfully follow her master’s orders, so she wasn’t going to be killed. But didn’t she mean that it was okay as long as she didn’t kill him?
He bared his teeth and growled like a wolf threateningly, stopping Holmes. At first, Holmes tried to use his strength to let go and pass by, but no matter how much he had fairy blood, it was difficult for him to resist the werewolf with all his strength.
But there was no second warning. Just like that, Holmes punched Moran.
– Puck!
However, Holmes quickly realized that he was the only one harmed by the hard skin that even bounced off bullets, so he pulled out his fist and tried to take a different approach.
Of course, in order to drive out the intruder who had already started a fight, Moran rushed towards Holmes.
No matter how much weaker he was than a proper werewolf, Holmes could not defeat Moran based on sheer strength and speed. At best, he could barely avoid it by throwing his body to the side and rolling on the floor.
Moran’s fist, which was thrown at her, pierced an old tree in the garden.
‘It’s so strong.’
Still, it was still immature in technical terms. I was planning to take advantage and hit him on the ground.
Considering that his hand might have been caught in the tree, he took his stance and tried to rush at Moran.
However, Moran was seen forcefully pulling out his hand and smashing the tree itself, throwing the collapsing tree to the ground and then running towards him.
“Pfft!”
“I will kill you!”
He barely avoided a punch that was trying to smash his head. However, the wind pressure alone was enough to cause small wounds.
But there were some gaps. He wasn’t sure if it would work, but he didn’t miss the opportunity.
Holmes learned many martial arts. It was all to confront that man. There was also a martial art that claimed to have come from Japan, called Baritsu.
Of course, the truth cannot be known because this is just a bluff from someone who was paid to tell this story. Still, there were some useful techniques.
He grabbed Moran’s sleeve and took advantage of the force of Moran trying to attack him and threw him away. His own strength was used to blow Moran back, so Moran had no choice but to be thrown quite a distance.
It was as if a cannonball had been dropped, creating a large hole in the ground and smashing another tree before it fell to the ground.
Of course, Moran herself was fine, and Holmes knew full well that this made her angry.
This guy was unexpectedly dangerous.
He tried to avoid it because of the possibility of getting hurt or killed, but he realized that he would have to use whatever was available, whether it was magic or a gun, to fight the hairball in front of him, so he quickly tried to use magic.
Of course, as Moran rushed at him at a faster pace, one of his gunshots rang out.
Both Holmes and Moran, who had tried to rush in, stopped and only turned her head in the direction from which the gunfire rang out. There, Moriarty, firing a pistol into the air, was smiling at the two people.
“I think it would be better to stop because I think we will really get hurt if we go any further. Moran, we have an unexpected guest. Could you please prepare? And Holmes, for now, welcome. “But I hope you make an appointment next time.”
Of course, even though he had shouted hard to stop the two people just a moment ago, no one heard him, so Moriarty had no choice but to fire the gun, but fortunately neither of them noticed this.
