Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 50 Edward Moriarty

The flames in the fireplace crackled, and Sherlock, who simply covered himself with a thick wool coat, slowly opened his eyes.

His brown, almost amber pupils slowly focused and sharpened.

With a deep and forceful inhalation, Sherlock struggled to sit up from the rocking chair.

He got up and used the chemical equipment on the table to boil himself a glass of water with trembling hands.It was only heated to [-] or [-] degrees, and just after getting rid of the cold in the winter morning, he added three full spoons of honey to it.

After gulping it down, he closed his eyes silently and stood there with his back straight.

He seemed to be reminiscing the taste of the honey water, and he seemed to be recovering quickly.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes.The always calm Sherlock Hermes finally returned completely.

"Why am I No.3?"

He murmured in a low voice: "Apart from 'Bone Carving', who else has higher points than me? Fox, or Coco?"

After thinking for a while, let's keep this doubt in my heart.

He immediately started thinking about another thing:

"In that scene just now, who did that pale and skinny hand belong to? Who is that fat man?

"The illusions that will be displayed during the settlement must be important scenes related to the mission. And they are arranged in the order in which things happened. The suicide of 'Fox' decided our victory, and that happened after that...

"Is that fat man the murderer? So, who does that white hand belong to?"

There are only two possible people.

Either bone carving, or cocoa.Both are possible...neither of their faces are in the frame.

But considering that "Fox" has two screens, it means that his points may be higher than Sherlock's.Then if cocoa is included, the position is not enough.

That is to say, the person who got the "Kill the Murderer" task with the most points was most likely to be a bone carving.

——What a dangerous person.

A demon scholar who can leapfrog and kill a demon scholar at the second level at the first level...his other path, I'm afraid the level will be very high.

"Lars Graham..."

Sherlock muttered in a low voice, and found a file from the cabinet behind him.

The lighting in his room is mediocre, the space is narrow, and the ventilation is not good.A smell of chemical reagents mixed with dust echoed in the air, and ritual materials, books, and various files and archives were scattered here and there on the bookshelves and tables.

Although it looks chaotic, he actually knows where the different things are placed.At least he can always find it easily.

He took out the file, walked to the window, squinted his eyes and read it carefully.

"Born on February 1824, 2...29 years old."

The Iris Man, was born in the small town of Sigville.His father was a baker and his mother was a seamstress.

"At the age of 14, he began to learn sculpture with Master Albert Adelaid, and at the age of 18 he stepped into the path of beauty. At the age of 23, Master AA passed away and was recommended to study at Xidai University. At the age of 28, he was recommended by Xidai University Hire as a mentor.

"At the age of 34, he opened his first sculpture exhibition. At the age of 38, he was called a master. At the age of 46, he became the deputy dean of the Art College of Xidai University..."

Sherlock murmured in a low voice, quickly checking the information at hand.

Then, his eyes focused on the middle part of the third page:

"... In 1893, invited to Avalon to carve an icon for Queen Sophia. This work was completed in February 1896.

"...In 1895, he became a distinguished professor of art at the Divinity School of the Royal Law University, teaching 'General Aesthetics'. This work has left in June 1898."

Five years ago he traveled from Iris to Avalon to carve an icon for the queen who had a premonition of her own death.This is his last job.

Three years ago...before the icon was finished, he started teaching aesthetics at a seminary.And only taught for three years.

Even though the image was only fleeting.

But Sherlock could see clearly that the white girl ghost was wearing the school uniform of the seminary.

"……interesting."

Although the inspection of the missing persons is still left, it is almost the same now.

This person is troublesome to deal with.As an international public figure, or a foreigner... you need definite evidence to convict.And I am afraid that the only punishment is expulsion.

But if it can be verified that he has embarked on the way of twilight, it may be much easier to deal with.

"The bone carving won't move for now, fox..."

Sherlock murmured, "Who are you?"

The report to Her Majesty is in no rush.

He needs to verify the information given by the fox first, and then judge the fox's position based on the results.

So Sherlock thought for a while, sat down at the table to write and draw.It was a map of Lloyd, and he was estimating the location of the abandoned chemical plant.

Then, Sherlock suddenly picked up the phone on the table and turned the heavy dial on the phone with one hand.

The phone rang twice and was picked up immediately.

"Morning, Edward."

So Sherlock clamped the microphone around his neck and continued to draw on the map while speaking very fast: "My dear partner, I hope you have woken up-I mean, not by me , but wake up naturally. Yes, I have something to ask you—yes, it’s very troublesome. So I need your help, urgently. Please come to me immediately, and I can treat you to breakfast at a place of your choice.

"—yes, in Lloyd. Called 'Sweater Brotherhood,' remember that?"

At this moment.

Red Queen, Office of the Inspectorate.

Inspector Edward Moriarty was answering the phone with his white-gloved left hand.

He has short, pure black hair combed back neatly.On the slightly angular face, the black eyes are as deep as the abyss.

Compared with his younger siblings, Edward's appearance is much more ordinary.He has slightly high cheekbones and a square face.It gives people a sense of righteousness and awe.

He reclined in his seat, wearing the Inspector's signature mourning-like black suit.He has such a strong physique that he can fill his suit with ease.The thick coat was only long to the waist, and the lower body was slim black trousers and black leather shoes.He had a white handkerchief in his breast pocket, a white glove on his left hand and nothing on his right.The knuckles and bones are clear and unusual, giving people a sense of strength.

Edward looked obviously unhappy, but he didn't take the initiative to hang up the phone.

After all, this is his best friend, his classmate...his most reliable old partner.

Inspector Moriarty's ungloved right hand slowly touched the paper.

On it was a long list of names—that meant "to be inspected."

"The Sweater Brotherhood..."

Edward murmured in a low voice, squinting his eyes and recalled: "I've heard of this name before, but I don't have a deep impression on it."

His voice is deep and magnetic, giving people a reliable and steady feeling.

"That should be a gang of strangling gangs. They were named so because when they were poor, they relied on the support of the leader's mother to make a set of sweaters for each of them. Later, when they came out to form a gang, they called it This sweater serves as the name of the organization.

"Why, did they provoke you? Or, do you want to bribe them to do things for you?"

"—According to reliable information, they may be related to the behind-the-scenes of the Pelican Bar. And I got information about their gathering place."

On the other end of the microphone, Sherlock's somewhat distorted voice came: "So I invite you to investigate with me. I do have some concerns. If this information is true, then there are indeed dangerous factors that may kill me. .”

Hearing this, Edward frowned slightly.

At the bottom of his black pupils, there is a dazzling silver-white light gradually gathering and shining.

"really?"

Edward said in a deep voice, "You know who is behind them."

"Sixty percent. After all, I haven't had time to verify it yet." Sherlock replied.

"Your [-]% is already very high, Hermes. I believe you."

"Then assemble at my house, Inspector. Take your sidearms and white gloves."

"Okay, see you later."

Edward finished speaking quickly and hung up the phone.

He pinned a beautiful white short spear to his waist, and hung two elf-style silver short swords.

Afterwards, Edward took out the white whistle necklace around his collar and blew it vigorously.

The white whistle didn't make any sound, but after a while, the sound of the griffin flapping its wings came from the floor-to-ceiling window.

He opened the window and let his black griffin mount in so it could eat first.

After eating, he was going to ride the griffin to Sherlock's house.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door of his office.

"—report to Deputy Chief Assad."

Edward made a cold voice: "Go to Mrs. Hong for material approval. I'm going out for a while."

"It's me, Edward."

From the door came the soft, soft voice of his adoptive father, James Moriarty.

Edward raised his eyebrows, and his iceberg-like stern and cold face relaxed slightly.

He immediately greeted him and opened the door.

Because he was much taller than his adoptive father, he bowed slightly and his tone became gentle: "Father, what's the matter? Come to me so early."

"Are you going out?"

The polite old gentleman glanced at the griffins who were eating in the room, pressed the brim of his hat, and joked gently: "It just so happens that I also have to take a long trip temporarily."

"Far door? How far?"

"Go to the Theocracy. I wanted Oswald to go for me, but after thinking about it, I'd better go on my own for such a big event. Come back in about two weeks, and take care of your younger siblings during this time."

Old James said softly: "Oh, yes. Aiwass is going back to school, remember to make arrangements."

"No problem, father."

The silent and stern young man nodded slightly: "I will go home during this time to protect the safety of Aiwass and Yulia."

"Well, that's good. Glass Island is going to be messed up... There is one more thing," old James added slowly, "put the matter of the Pelican Bar to an end and clear up the clues. This matter ends here. If there are still people who want to continue the investigation, let them be quiet."

"……Yes."

"Oh, right."

Old James asked suddenly: "Have you not found the letter I asked you to find?"

"Yes, indeed not."

Edward replied: "Corpse No. [-] lost a lot of things that should have been on her body. Even her 'noble red' is gone."

"That should have been taken away by Aiwass."

Old James said softly: "After all, Veronica's 'Noble Red' is also in your brother's hands. If that's the case, then don't look for it."

"Father," Edward couldn't help asking, "Which minister is in contact with the association...can you tell me? If I don't know anything, I can't protect Aiwass?"

"Shh..."

Old James smiled and put his finger up to his mouth.

Edward immediately fell silent.

And the old man said slowly: "If Aiwass will be in danger because of his justice and curiosity, then let him solve it by himself. Just last night, I observed the breath of the dream world. Aiwass began the first It's the second step-up ceremony... That child finally started to have some secrets of his own, I'm very satisfied."

He squinted his muddy gray pupils, and said gently: "As for the spies, I advise you not to know. Secrets are a kind of power. But in your hands, secrets can't become sharp blades, they can only become shackles of thought. .”

"Father……"

"—Soon. Edward, soon. Sooner or later I will leave all this to you...but far from now."

"...What about now? What should I do now?"

Edward was silent for a while, and added: "Except for the finishing work at the Pelican Bar..."

"Now you should do what you wanted to do. Aren't you just about to go out?"

The old man who would never get angry narrowed his eyes, patted the tall Edward on the shoulder, and smiled kindly: "But remember to eat something. If you don't eat breakfast, it will be bad for your stomach."

(End of this chapter)