Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

Chapter 45: The Worst Criminal

When Isaac Adler vanished from her side, Charlotte Holmes didn't really feel much concern about his sudden disappearance.

At most, he must have gone to destroy some evidence or create another riddle for her. Or maybe he just wanted to see her reaction as he disappeared right under her nose.

In truth, either was fine for her. Contrary to her expectations, this riddle was a bit too easy for her liking. If a bit more entertainment was added on top then she would definitely welcome it with open arms.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

However, she certainly didn't wish for anything remotely similar to what was transpiring before her eyes to occur.

"No!!!"

As Adler finished speaking, while vomiting blood incessantly, he soon collapsed on the ground. Meanwhile, a frozen Charlotte Holmes rushed to him with unbridled desperation accompanying her every step.

"Hey, snap out of it."

"............"

"Wake up, Isaac Adler!"

Before long, holding the blood-soaked Adler in her arms, she began to plead like a beggar, stroking his ice-cold cheek with her hands.

"I'm feeling sleepy, Miss Holmes..."

"No! Don't close your eyes on me. If you do then I'll kill you!!"

".........."

"Please... I beg of you..."

But despite her best efforts, Adler's eyes slowly closed shut.

".........."

And then, silence ensued inside the room of horror.

"Call a doctor... get a doctor...!"

"From what I see, it might already be too late..."

"Now!!!"

Charlotte, terrified out of her wits end as she held a dying Adler in her arms, shouted at the police officers behind her with a trembling voice.

"Mr. Adler, I've called for a doctor. So please, hang on for a bit longer."

Then, with the police officers rushing down the corridor to get a doctor, she whispered to Adler with a voice that she had been forced to calm down through her sheer willpower alone.

"There's still hope. Once the doctor arrives, you might get better. So..."

However, as soon as she looked down, Charlotte's voice faltered and her body stiffened...

"So..."

Adler's injuries were far too severe for him to survive this ordeal.

Blood was incessantly oozing from the mercilessly slashed and mangled abdomen, and his internal organs had already been ruptured.

"Ah... ah..."

Upon witnessing that dreadful sight once again, Charlotte, with trembling hands, reached out to try and stop the incessant bleeding.

But given the size and intensity of the wound, it was, unsurprisingly, a meaningless endeavor.

"... What's this."

A new wound reflected in her eyes— eyes that were slowly being encroached by the hues of despair.

".........."

Bright red handprints, as though someone had violently choked him, were clearly visible on Adler's neck.

"Who did this..."