Chapter 357

"...Excuse me, did you rush to Durham from London just to buy these rare plants left by Viscount Belver? According to the Viscount's will, his territory has been evenly distributed among the civilians of Durham. The greenhouse will be demolished soon, and the rare plants inside will quickly weaken as the environment changes..."

"It's okay." Kirshtalia shook her head at the young man who was introducing these plants to her, and explained, "My sister is very knowledgeable in gardening. Besides, it's better to sell living rare plants to nobles than to wait for them to die and rot naturally or turn into wood and paper, right?"

"It doesn't matter. Even if these plants die along the way, we won't cause you any trouble. After all, these plants are already relics."

AD1874 · Autumn · London, England

"...Have you received all of them?" Lansermello, who had changed back into his Magic Association uniform, stood in front of the supply transmission array, dusted off his hands, turned his head and asked the communication projection beside him, "Consider it a gift to those gods - but I didn't classify them, so let them choose for themselves. In addition, let Watson take over the grapefruit tree - William will understand what the tree means."

"You've completely left the serious record-keeping work to Durham." Roman, who was on duty at the director's seat, complained, "Is there another case that Durham needs to record?"

"Well, then there's the case Sherlock reported himself and the one where he first met William." Lansemero used magic to transform the Magic Association uniform back into a dress that matched the style of this era, and walked out of the greenhouse to confirm the enchantment of the mansion. "That case happened on a cruise ship, and we had to find an excuse like a family trip to go there - ah, I remember now."

"Sherlock specifically mentioned - 'Remember to come and walk around me when you get on board.' What, is he trying to tease his former self?"

"You can't be sure what Sherlock says." Roman laughed happily, looking at Lancermello on the screen. "However, William said that he and Sherlock will come to the control room to monitor the scene. Maybe we can ask them then. So, when do you think Durham can join the team planned by Moriarty?"

“1877,” Lansemero smiled and replied to Roman. “After all, she is still classified as a ‘teacher’. Perhaps we have to wait until Irene Adler comes on the scene.”

"There were so many things that happened in 1877," Roman sighed.

"After all, the 'Holmes & Watson' team has emerged." Lansemero shrugged and returned to his residence. "Detectives pursue cases, while criminal consultants create cases - but I always feel that William is still hiding something. Does their story really end with jumping into the Thames?"

"You mean Reichenbach?" Roman said seriously, sliding the mouse to open the files of William and Sherlock. "Holmes and Moriarty died together, but later due to the protests of readers, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was forced to resurrect Holmes... Or perhaps it can be said that Holmes, who was not dead, finally returned to Watson, so Watson continued to publish stories about Holmes."

"It's fine that the story of 'Moriarty' ends here, but why does the story of 'Sherlock Holmes' also stop here?" Lansemero looked at the projection following him and pointed out the unreasonableness of the two files. "So there must be a sequel, but they reached a consensus not to tell us - just like William's 'real name'."

AD1875 · Spring · London, England

"Someone died last night, did you know?" Lansemero, who had regained the right to use his own body in the mansion, asked Moriarty while making tea. "It is said that a waitress in a tavern was singing and dancing on the bridge, and finally fell off the bridge and died. According to the homeless man who witnessed the scene, the girl had a happy smile on her face when she fell."

"You... you probably meant to say illusory smile just now, right?" Moriarty criticized Lansemello's choice of words and commented on this case, "It's a very clumsy method. The perpetrator is probably an upper-class... no, middle-class idiot. Although upper-class idiots will do it themselves, they will be more cautious when it comes to "killing someone with their own hands." "

"Besides, you should know that child, right?"

"...Moriarti, I'm going to go out and do some activities as "Vivian". "

"Hehe, that guy really offended a formidable existence—" Moriarty laughed and sank into the depths of consciousness, "Not only will he not rest in peace when he dies, he will not rest in peace after he dies."

"A scum of that level wants to rest in peace?" Lansermello frowned in disgust, "Then go and dream."

The blue hair turned into a silver color like moonlight, and the clothes he used in the activities of the poor school many years ago appeared on Lancer Mello in the form of a ghost robe. After being far enough away from the territory of "Baron Frankenstein", Lancer Mello removed the magic that reduced his presence and concealed his figure, and quietly approached the crime scene.

Although the Scottish Yard is often regarded by detectives as a useless waste, it can still be regarded as an institution that gathers elites. In comparison, the police in other parts of the UK are more like idiots with straw in their heads, or piggy banks that only recognize money and not people or laws.

For example, the Durham police of this era - the girl who fell off the bridge last night was roughly classified as a lower-class person from the perspective of this era, so the police hastily closed the case as suicide, and the body of the girl who fell into the river has not been found yet, but the local police have already left the crime scene.

"What are you going to do? Ask London to help? The child's body was not brought up by the police..." Moriarty stopped talking halfway. From the vision shared by Lansermero, he saw the aurora-colored magical light spots floating on the turbid water. "Uh... I didn't realize that you also have a hobby of being a fairy godmother for others?"

"I don't have such an outrageous hobby." Lancermello flatly denied Moriarty's speculation about him and followed the aurora-colored magic trail. "It's just a reward for pure people. I thought you knew that the elves only act according to their own preferences and don't consider any other reasons."

"Although my thinking has always been a little abnormal, that's a common problem for magicians. However, the more normal me from a human perspective is now in London, and the me here is closer to the free-spirited fairy itself - the longer I am separated from the "me" in London, the more fairy-like I will be. However, since the "me" in London did not agree to my proposal, it proves that until this work is completed, I will not completely change my thinking to that of a fairy."

"A reward for a pure person" - hahahaha, if people in this era and this country heard about it, they would probably cause a riot." Moriarty laughed exaggeratedly in the depths of Lansemello's consciousness, "A dirty lower-class person even got pregnant with a noble family's child before marriage -"

"That blessing is for three people." Lancer-Mello interrupted Moriarty coldly. The fairy eyes that were originally covered by Moriarty's blue irises showed their original color under sufficient magic power. "It has nothing to do with any religion. It is simply a "pure person" judged from William's perspective... Wait, I won't bump into him in this case! ? ! "

"What's wrong?" Moriarty raised an eyebrow.

"I'm mainly concerned about Frida. I only know that her lover is a young nobleman..." Lansemello fell silent, "But here, the only place where young nobles gather is probably Durham University, right? And there is a problem - after the nobleman proposed to Frida, until today, I haven't seen his face for three days."

"...You will run into them." Moriarty was silent for a moment, and chose to tell Lansermello the answer, "The most you can do is to bring back her body and erect a tombstone for her - the tavern has already buried her in the form of a cenotaph, but due to their income problems, they don't have the money to prepare a tombstone for the child."

"Of course I have to bring back the body of that child, but it's not my style to give up and let that scum pay the price just because I will run into William now." Lancer Merlot paused, avoiding the attention of ordinary people, calling on the spirits of nature to push the girl's body back to the shore, "I am not human, I will not punish him in a human way - but I need to know the truth of this matter, Moriarty."

"... Let me give you a hint." Moriarty sighed helplessly, "Don't always treat me as a detective - what can make a person become insane? Where can such a thing be found? Who can have access to Durham University students and such things at the same time? And have such a close relationship with the local police that the police hastily closed this case as a suicide?"

"Local nobles... no, after Viscount Balfour died, the only nobles left in Durham were us who used the false identity of "Baron Frankenstein" and Count Moriarty's family, and we are not locals - so we should be local gentry working at Durham University and owning several hospitals."

Lansemero looked down at the corpse of the girl who was still wearing a strange smile, and used magic to wrap the corpse tightly, hiding the corpse and his own trace.

"And this person can't be an ordinary country gentleman... He must be very rich to get access to the strictly controlled drugs, and obtain them in large quantities in the name of medical treatment - those hospitals are problematic!!!" Lansermero opened his eyes wide and asked Moriarty, "Who owns these hospitals in Durham!? No, among the faculty and staff of Durham University, are there any country gentlemen who opened hospitals locally!? !"

"Correct answer." Moriarty smiled and gave Lancermello the answer, "————————"