Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

Chapter 66: The Blooming Detective (4)

In the streets of London, the late evening sky that had turned a deep shade of red, because of the sunset, gradually began to darken.

Within a few minutes, as the streets were about to be enveloped in dense fog, residents began to head home one by one, dodging the outlaws lurking about, to avoid this inexplicable phenomenon.

– Clomp, clomp...

Bravely, a woman was strolling down Baker Street with quiet steps.

– Click...

Of course, thanks to the presence of the renowned girl prodigy, Charlotte Holmes, Baker Street had recently been considered one of the safest streets in all of London.

Nevertheless, because of the strange incidents that occurred sporadically all over London and the rumors of a serial killer even Charlotte Holmes couldn't capture being out in the open, the once bustling street from a few years ago was now noticeably quieter during the late hours.

"... Sigh."

However, as if such stories had nothing to do with her, she shook the sugar cube that was in the small flask she pulled out of her belongings before putting it inside her mouth...

"Mm~"

She moved forward, momentarily munching on the sugar with a contented smile on her face, with her grayish long hair flowing as she walked and her eyes shone in the darkness of the late evening.

"Is this the place?"

221B Baker Street

"... It's my first time coming here."

Her face looked both adorable, like a young lizard, and somewhat shrewd, as she habitually blinked while tilting her head from side to side. Eventually, her eyes darted toward a sign... a sign that signified the place that had saved countless crime victims.

– Creeeak...

As she took in the address and opened the door to step inside the boarding house, she was met with a heavy atmosphere.

"Is anyone there?"

She quietly adjusted her clothes and called out in a soft voice for the caretaker of the property, but there was no response.

"... Well then, excuse me."

Nevertheless, she murmured softly and began to ascend the stairs.

– Squeak...

For some reason, the door at the top of the stairs, which squeaked ever slightly probably due to the frequent visitors that went through this very door, was slightly ajar.

"Hmm."

She stood still in front of it for a moment and then, with a cold smile, she gently opened the slightly open door.

"... Is that you, Moriarty?"

Not long after, a voice, akin to that of a dying girl, began to reach her ears.

"Charlotte Holmes."

"Ah, I didn't expect you to come."

"Your current appearance is quite something, isn't it?"

The visitor, Professor Jane Moriarty, looked on with an expression filled with curiosity.

"Who contacted you to come here...?"

Charlotte Holmes, lying in bed and dripping with cold sweat, asked in an almost lifeless voice.

"I just came to visit my cherished student. Is there a problem?"