aircannonsinc Chapter 207 Sherlock... Moriarty?
Chapter 207 Sherlock... Moriarty?
Chapter 207 Sherlock... Moriarty?
Even after leaving the extraordinary gathering, Lorne's lingering unease persisted. Was that gaze truly from him?
Instead of going straight home, he made a detour to visit Detective Isinger in Hillston.
To his surprise, the other party's investigation had made considerable progress.
"Through my friends in the detective guild, I've shortlisted several detectives whose appearance and behavioral characteristics closely resemble your target," Eisinger said slowly, taking a puff of his pipe. "I should be able to investigate one of the targets tonight. Come see me again at this time tomorrow."
"Okay, thank you for your help."
After saying goodbye to the highly efficient detective, Lorne's heart was not at ease; on the contrary, it was even more excited.
He knew very well that since Detective Isengard was so close to the truth, it meant that the most dangerous moment had arrived!
Once the other party realizes that they are being investigated, they may launch a direct attack on them in order to protect themselves!
Moreover, the bizarre "exorcism" incident he encountered at the party today still lingers in Lorne's mind like a thorn, making him feel that having a professional bodyguard by his side would at least make him feel a little more at ease.
Now, it's time to activate the bodyguards.
Meanwhile, on the second floor of the "Braveheart Bar," in that quiet card room.
Marich and Sharon were also discussing the dire situation they were currently facing.
“Those ‘licentious’ types have noticed us.” Marich’s voice was somewhat low. “We—have to prepare to move.”
"Hmm." Sharon's doll-like face remained expressionless as she nodded slightly, lost in thought for a moment.
Then she spoke in that ethereal, emotionless voice:
"After this bodyguard assignment is completed."
the next day.
Lorne once again went to the "Brave Man's Bar" in the Backlund Bridge area, intending to find Marich to officially initiate the bodyguard contract.
He found Kaspass again. Led by the old man with the long legs, he went to the quiet card room on the second floor and found Maric sitting alone at the card table.
After Kaspass tactfully left and closed the door behind him, Lorne looked at him and said directly, "The protection can begin."
Maric's gaze went past his shoulder to the direction behind him before he nodded slightly and said, "Okay, she agreed."
she?
Lorne instinctively looked behind him, but there was nothing there and he didn't see anyone.
"You can go back now," Marich said in his indifferent tone. "She has already begun protecting you, in a very discreet way."
On the way back, Lorne would occasionally activate his "Spiritual Vision," cautiously scanning his surroundings. Even so, he could only catch a fleeting, extremely blurry outline in some shadowy corners.
A very experienced "vengeful spirit," Lorne mentally evaluated his new bodyguard.
He did not return directly to 69 Rose Street. To avoid trouble for himself and unintentionally implicating Mrs. Griffin, he disguised himself with a cufflink and rented a temporary room elsewhere.
He even temporarily entrusted the reluctant Laki to Mrs. Griffin's care.
Despite the orange cat's strong reluctance, and despite Mrs. Griffin's repeated assurances that he was absolutely safe in her house, Lorne ultimately chose to take the risk.
He had to find out who was investigating him behind the scenes!
Lorne went to the bathroom in his newly rented hotel room, turned on the tap, and splashed his face with the cold tap water to calm his mind, which was somewhat chaotic due to nervousness.
He looked up at the mirror in front of him. He discovered that his unfamiliar face in the mirror suddenly began to ripple like water.
Ultimately, she transformed into a delicate, doll-like young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed in a Gothic black court dress.
Has it revealed its true form?
The woman in the mirror lifted her elaborate skirt, bowed slightly to Lorne, and performed a perfect, impeccable courtly curtsy.
"Um—hello." Lorne looked at the unfamiliar bodyguard in the mirror. "I'll be relying on you for the next week. As you can see, I am also an Extraordinary."
The woman in the mirror simply remained silent and nodded slightly.
She didn't utter a single word from beginning to end. This made Lorne's original plan to chat with her and try to extract some information completely impossible.
What a unique bodyguard! — Lorne thought to himself.
But... is she just watching me like this the whole time? Does that mean she's watching me when I'm sleeping? Does that mean I can't even take a shower?
:::
After an extremely uncomfortable night in the hotel, Lorne got out of bed exhausted.
The thought of being stared at by a "female ghost" all night made it impossible for him to sleep.
She's my bodyguard, and I hired her at a high price. Don't overthink it—don't overthink it—Lorne desperately told himself.
After leaving the hotel, he took a horse-drawn carriage and returned to Hillston.
Following Detective Isengard's account from the previous day, he found him again. Upon seeing him, the great detective's previously amiable expression became inexplicably serious. He warily scanned Lorne up and down a few times before slowly speaking:
"Through my connections in the detective guild, I have successfully identified one of the men. Just like my previous deductions, he is indeed a detective."
"As for that lady," he shook his head regretfully, "I haven't found any useful clues about her—"
Upon hearing this, Lorne immediately expressed his heartfelt gratitude to the other party, praising him as a true great detective.
For him, finding out the identity of one of the people so quickly was already a very good result. He didn't ask for anything more.
Isengard handed her a sheet of paper filled with information from a drawer and said, "The detective you're looking for is named Sherlock Moriarty."
"What?!"
Lorne's hand trembled violently as he took the documents!
His name is Sherlock Moriarty?!