Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

Chapter 43: The Missing Case of Silver Blaze (5)

"Miss Holmes."

"........."

"Miss Holmes?"

Adler and Charlotte Holmes walked the streets with their arms handcuffed together... just as usual.

"Why are you making that face, since earlier?"

Isaac Adler, who had been flinching at the overt stares pouring in from around them, soon posed a question to Charlotte Holmes walking beside him.

"........."

Hearing his words, Charlotte silently looked at Adler.

"... Do you like a body like Professor Moriarty's?"

At her unexpected words, Adler made a clueless face, making it seem like he didn't know what she was on about.

"I just like Miss Holmes."

"Stop talking nonsense..."

"It's true, Miss Holmes."

Upon hearing his response, Charlotte made a face as if she was disgusted by his lies. However, once she saw the slightly serious look in Adler's eyes, she wasn't able to finish her response and trailed off...

"Now, look."

In her line of sight, the backside of Adler's slightly raised left hand came into view.

"... Hmm."

She soon noticed that the seal of engagement that had been engraved on his hand was now damaged. She pouted her lips and turned her head to the side.

– Swish...

As she did that, Adler quietly clasped onto her hand. Charlotte, just like the previous day, pinched his hand tightly in response to his action.

"What are you trying to do?"

"It's a gesture of affection."

"... It's vulgar."

Of course, despite that, Charlotte didn't push Adler away.

"Stay away from me."

She merely touched his chest with a force so light that not even an ant would be repelled by it.

"......?"

However, at that moment, there was a slight change in Charlotte's gaze.

"Miss Holmes? This really seems like sexual harassment, doesn't it?"

Then, out of the blue, she slipped her hand inside Adler's clothes.

"Stay still."

"I don't want to, you can't, don't do it..."

"Hmm."

Momentarily brushing his chest with her hands, Charlotte's hand caught onto something, prompting her to pull it out immediately. Clutched in her hand was a red cat doll.

"What's this?"

"As you can see, it's a doll."

"Why are you carrying it inside your clothes?"

"I'm actually quite fond of dolls."

Adler started to sweat nervously as he watched Charlotte examine the doll with an intense gaze.

"... I see."

While intently staring into the doll's eyes, she suddenly broke into a dark smile.

"The dolls these days are quite something. There's blood around their mouths and their eyes are able to move too."