Chapter 175 Aleister is a woman!
If the time in the small dark room is too short, it will lose its meaning... For example, if it is as short as less than eight hours, it is just like helping someone turn off the lights before going to bed.
Tommy Lloyd was taken into custody yesterday afternoon, and must have been kept there for at least a full twenty-four hours.
Then they could tell him that they had held him captive for thirty hours. Hunger and fear would prolong his perceived time, and Tommy would think he only had one day left—but in reality, he had one day and six hours.
The difference of six hours is the information gap created by the Great Guardian.
At two o'clock on Thursday afternoon, the Grand Guardian arrived at the Red Queen District Supervisory Branch on time.
But when they opened the secret room and turned on the lights, they found that there was no one in the room.
Only a brass ring lay quietly on the stone bed, gleaming with golden light under the lamplight.
"Lloyd... escaped?"
The supervisors in charge of this matter suddenly looked solemn, but they weren't nervous—they were confident their procedures were flawless. They maintained the highest level of alert, with even the director personally stationed at the essential routes. During this period, no supplies had been brought in or out, not even a box.
If someone can hide from their eyes in this situation, it means that he is a powerful enemy that they cannot deal with.
That's not their problem, of course.
Grand Guardian George picked up the ring and looked at it carefully.
It was engraved with a scarred fist, clenched tightly, with blood dripping from between the fingers.
"The wounded fist..."
The Great Guardian murmured softly, "The Noble Red's people?"
It was provocative – no doubt about it.
The Noble Red Society is mocking the Supervisory Bureau.
Being able to sneak in and take someone away amidst the layers of surveillance... there must be a spy belonging to the Noble Red within the Supervisory Bureau. Only a traitor among them could have done such a thing.
"……wrong."
Thinking of this, the Great Guardian narrowed his eyes: "Lloyd should have been killed."
If he was kidnapped, there's no way no one saw him. Even if they could bribe the inspectors, they couldn't bribe passersby. Lloyd's body shape meant he couldn't disguise himself or blend in with the crowd like an ordinary person... So he didn't just "leave," he "disappeared."
The method of killing someone completely without leaving any trace of their body is much simpler. Furthermore, Noble Red does indeed possess a similar ritual.
That would be all right—for George, Lloyd's death would be a relief.
"Let the lawyer review it." George ordered.
"Yes." The accompanying supervisor responded.
The Great Guardian looked around the room, his eyes quickly landing on the clean marble bed.
It was hard and cold enough, the standard for small dark rooms and interrogation rooms in winter. Even though powerful transcendents were strong enough, they would still feel uncomfortable. This kind of environment was just right to effectively prolong the time of physical sensation.
However, the Great Guardian still remembered that as a gift for the intelligence he had given Tommy yesterday afternoon, George had specifically asked the Inspector to prepare a thin sheet for him. This would make the bed seem less cold—after all, lying on a piece of marble with your upper body naked in the middle of winter was not much warmer than lying on ice.
But this is actually a trap.
Because if it weren't for this sheet, Tommy might not have slept on the stone bed at all. And the chill that seeped through the linen sheets, although not so sharp that it made people feel such obvious torture immediately, the kind of faint discomfort that accumulated over time and gradually accumulated was just right.
So, his bed sheets were also destroyed?
What was left on the bed sheet?
"Before the lawyer arrives, please send someone to examine the bloodstains on the stone bed."
The Great Guardian ordered, "Check the corners of the room as well. Director Taiya, there shouldn't be any bloodstains or deaths in this secret room before, right?"
"Absolutely not."
The middle-aged woman wearing a monocle answered affirmatively.
Soon, the inspectors took the prepared reagents and conducted a test in the entire room.
Of course, the bed and the floor were spotless. Not a trace of anything.
The middle-aged lawyer Dawn hurried over.
"The Silver Crown Dragon is above. Greetings, Great Guardian."
He lost his usual leisurely and relaxed demeanor, and instead respectfully held his staff across his shoulders and gave a full salute to the Great Guardian.
"Mr. Dawn," the Great Guardian nodded slightly, "Please trace the traces of the deceased here. It happened within the last twenty-four hours—in this secret room."
……deceased?
When did someone die in the secret room?
Dawn was a little confused, but she said without a doubt: "Yes."
He slammed his staff onto the ground—silver-white runes condensed into a magic circle, spreading across the ground and lighting up.
Soon, a huge figure appeared out of thin air.
As if time were flowing backwards, the scene was in reverse order: the giant suddenly sat up, seemed to be talking to someone, and then slowly lay back down. Given his size, the stone bed was a bit too wide for him to lie down, so he could only curl up his legs.
The next part was him lying on the bed motionless.
"Less than a minute."
Without waiting for the Great Guardian to ask, Dawn answered directly, "From the time he sat up until he was knocked down or tackled again, it took less than a minute. I was running at triple speed before, so I switched to half speed and started all over again."
As he spoke, the scene blurred for a moment, and then started over again from the beginning.
"etc."
Suddenly, George and Director Taya spoke in unison.
The image paused, frozen in time on the barely perceptible trace of the giant's finger. He appeared to have written something, then covered it with his hand.
Apparently, he was supposed to have written this on the bed sheet, but the other party noticed this and destroyed the bed sheet along with his body.
Director Taya directly took the paper and pen and placed them on the stone bed.
She squatted beside the bed and asked Dawn to continue. "Slow down this time, Mr. Dawn. Let me copy his last words."
"good."
Dawn nodded and changed the time to one-sixth speed.
Taiya quickly copied down President Lloyd's "last words" - although it was written backwards, he could almost recognize what he wanted to write.
Dawn also came over curiously: "Aleister, what does the word 'woman' mean?"
"It's short for Noble Red."
Taiya explained on the side.
"It was Aleister the Noble Red who killed me. She was a woman—I think that's what he meant."
The Great Guardian said in a deep voice.
Taiya turned around and asked the Grand Guardian, "What should we do, Your Excellency? Should we immediately issue a wanted notice for Aleister?"
"No."
Unexpectedly, the Great Guardian rejected the idea and said, "Block the news."
"Block the news?"
"That's right. The Noble Red couldn't come forward and prove they had killed Tommy Lloyd—nor could Lloyd come forward himself and say he was killed by Aleister, and we didn't see Lloyd's body.
"Since no one can prove that Lloyd is dead... then Lloyd is still alive, but I have imprisoned him in a more secret place."
The Grand Guardian ordered, "I will personally consult Her Majesty the Queen on what to do next. First, have everyone in your department who knows about this matter sign a confidentiality order—including you and Dawn."
"yes."
Director Taiya responded.
She also sighed in her heart, this is really unexpected... The one who kidnapped Moriarty was actually a woman. So how should her name be spelled?
While waiting for the crowd to return through the secret passage, everyone signed the confidentiality order under the supervision of the Grand Guardian.
As soon as they returned to the lobby, Director Taiya saw a familiar person waiting for something at the counter.
"...Miss Lily?"
Director Taiya greeted him in surprise: "Is Mr. Moriarty okay?"
The person in front of him was none other than Lily, the personal maid of Aiwass who had disappeared with Aiwass!
Why did she come back by herself?
...Oh, yes.
Taiya suddenly realized.
They should have escaped while Aleister was away, right?
Taiya was about to speak, but the confidentiality order she had just signed silenced her again.
Lily folded her hands in front of her and whispered, "The young master and I have already escaped... or rather, it seems we were released. Because the young lady suddenly disappeared, I immediately fled back with the young master. Since we were in the Red Queen District, we went to the Moriarty Museum to rest for a while... Then I came to retrieve the young master's wheelchair.
"Master said it's a prop related to the case and it might be here. If it's not here, I'll have to go back to school."
"Is it there?"
The great guardian at the side asked with concern.
"Here I am."
Lily confirmed, but was a little troubled: "But it seems to be a very complicated process..."
"No need. Taya, push Aiwass's wheelchair out and let Miss Lily take it back."
George said in a deep voice.
"Thank you so much—"
Lily bowed politely, but tilted her head slightly, looking a little confused. "Excuse me, who are you...?"
"unimportant."
The Great Guardian smiled and asked casually, "You mean... 'Young Lady'? What does the young lady guarding you look like? You don't seem to have any hostility towards her."
"Because she didn't hurt us."
Lily said frankly: “Not from the beginning.
"The lady who controls the shadows has long, curly caramel-colored hair. She's very beautiful... I can't say where we've been these past few days, but it's in the Red Queen District. I'm sorry, sir. We've all signed a contract and can't reveal too much."
The Great Guardian could see that this was 100% true.
But this information is enough.
"So, you've seen that young lady's face, right?"
He confirmed, with some guesses in his mind: "She didn't disguise herself in front of you?"
Not many people now know that Aleister is a woman and has just taken action.
If Lily and Aiwass were not Aleister's collaborators, then they could only be people who had seen her true form.
But there was no way they could work with Aleister – because it made no sense to them.
So even though Lily's words sounded a bit strange when spoken alone... it was precisely because of this strangeness and lack of logic that the Great Guardian believed them.
At this moment, everything just happened to be right.
"Yes."
Lily nodded and said affirmatively: "But we don't know her identity..."
"Aleister."
The Grand Guardian answered directly, "Her name, or at least her code name, is Aleister. I think you'll be seeing it on the news soon."
He didn't reveal Aleister's identity, nor did he speak ill of her in front of Lily. That would have been rude.
At least the other party hadn't harmed them—regardless of their stance, at least to Aiwass and Lily, Aleister had no hostility. So he couldn't force them to be hostile to Aleister in the name of justice. That would be unjust.
But...even if Aleister didn't hurt them, Noble Red might realize that Aiwass had escaped.
They are still dangerous.
George thought for a moment and suddenly said, "Forget it. I'll go with you. I can protect you and tell Aiwass about it... I also happen to have something important to tell Aiwass. If you're free... you can come stay at my house tonight. After all, your dormitory hasn't been cleaned up yet to preserve the crime scene. But now that you're back, we can find someone to clean it up."
George smiled politely, put his right hand on his chest and lowered his head slightly.
This tall, blond man looked like a typical knight—humble, frank, and upright.
He smiled and said softly, "By the way, let me introduce myself. My name is George Patton. I'm a friend of Professor Moriarty."
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