Chapter 371

"…Do these two have some kind of Jump-type friendship barrier?"

"Based on the main story, these two should be categorized as girls' comics."

"But it turns out that it was Professor William who took the initiative to slash Mr. Sherlock with a knife to force him to let go."

"So Sherlock chose to jump after William."

When Sherlock Holmes and William James Moriarty fell into the Thames together, the atmosphere in the Chaldea Control Room, which witnessed the entire scene, changed from a serious one to a relaxed one as the mission was about to end. Everyone commented on William and Sherlock's performance in this scene in a relaxed tone.

"C.AG: Give me a Holy Light to support me. I'm going to use the Holy Light of Miracle Descendant right now. It's almost dawn, so the time should be just right."

"R.N.: Shouldn't you guys be back by now? I've told you, but I can't guarantee it will happen. After all, can't you fake it with magic? After all, to ordinary people, it's a sudden appearance of light."

"C.AG: There is a clear difference between the real thing and the fake. I have also agreed to a troublesome will. Please ask William for the details. If there is really no Holy Light to use, it is not impossible to forge it with magic..."

"C.S.: Do we need ours?"

"C.AG: ...Not really? Strictly speaking, it's a divine light that makes people feel calm. Any light like that will do. Of course, yours is more suitable, since I'm in England now."

"CS: In that case, I think Athena would be more willing to help you than the Lord - let Orion ask the Moon Goddess."

"R.N.: ...The Lord has allowed it."

『C.S.: It's faster than I thought.』

"C.AG: I heard that you and Watson swapped shifts for a while? Remember to return to the control room. The Last Case has ended."

Then, after the death of the Lord of Crime, a miracle occurred at dawn - most of the buildings that had completely collapsed in the fire returned to their appearance before the fire, including the furnishings inside; only Count Moriarty's Palace, which caught fire first, remained in ruins.

Only this ruins reminds everyone living in this city today - don't forget what happened last night.

——After all, you see, even miracles avoided that place, so "Moriarti" must be a devil with deep sins.

"Lord, performing magic in front of so many people..." Kirshtalia was pulled up from the ground by Lansemello, "Is it okay?"

"It doesn't matter." Lansemero shook his head and used magic to cover the figures of the two people, disappearing from people's sight, "Because it is a reward from God for the destruction of the devil. Okay, let's go to London Tower Bridge to find Olga - no matter what, we have to reunite first."

At the same time, Watson, who was about to hand over to Roman, was greeted by someone unexpected.

"Isn't it the end of The Last Case?" Watson raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Sherlock standing at the door. "I thought you should have accompanied William to the cafeteria."

"Of course I ran back without telling Lian - although he probably knows what I want to say. After all, the only thing we didn't tell you is that experience." Sherlock strode past Watson with a cigarette in his mouth, and directly reached out to twist away the microphone in front of Roman, and gave instructions to the three people connected to the other end of the communication, "My story with Lian does not end here-"

"Next, we'll go to America."

“America…” Marisbury, who was dragged to the control room by Roman obediently, thought that they were going to pick someone up and take him back to Chaldea, and showed a very subtle expression. “I have a feeling that they will create a very creative fake identity again - I will go back first, and you don’t need to send the setting data of the fake identity to me for confirmation…”

"Although I don't think there is a background setting more bizarre than Mary's, it's better not to tell me for safety reasons."

After Marisbury left the control room, the three men who had successfully reunited at the foot of London's Tower Bridge began to consider their next course of action.

"First of all, I definitely can't continue to use my identity in London." Lansemello stood in the shadows under London's Tower Bridge, looking at the two people in front of him, "Although it's not impossible for me to change my identity and come back, but without considering other issues, just the fact that I want to go to the United States at this time..."

"A new fake identity that is more in line with the local situation in the United States will be easier to open up there than a British noble." Olgamari came up with the answer and looked at Kirshtalia standing beside her. "Then, the next question is - how do we go to the United States and pretend to be locals."

"According to the control room's comparison results, we know that, except for the British mainland, the timelines of other regions are roughly consistent with our common sense." Kirshtalia sorted out the situation for the two of them, "So, the current time is 1877, and the United States has acquired all territories except the Hawaiian Islands - at the same time, the Civil War has ended for twelve years..."

"But the trauma caused by the war has not yet faded from people's minds."

"This is a good starting point for a fake identity." Lansemero laughed. "Let's take a ship to the United States. I'll take care of the ticket issue. Let's go ahead with the original fake death plan. After all, this identity is indeed 'no longer needed.'"

"So, with no clues other than 'America' - how do we find William and Sherlock here?"

"Although the westward movement has ended, the development of the western region of the United States has just begun, right?" Holmes, who could no longer bear to watch, joined the discussion of the three people, "Since our essence is "Holmes" and "Moriarty" - then the two of them will definitely appear where troubles gather. "

"If you look at it this way, the Western region during the pioneering era is undoubtedly the most troublesome and chaotic area, right?" Moriarty laughed happily, "For example, a certain outlaw who is quite representative of the American West - then, it is normal for a detective and a mathematics professor to appear in such a place, right?"

"…So, how did you end up setting up your base in the northern United States?" A month later, William, who finally chose to return to the control room to monitor the mission, asked the three people sitting in the base, "Didn't Holmes and Moriarty tell you to go to the West?"

"That's just the location where the incident took place, not the area where you will live when you arrive in the United States." Lansemero sat on the soft leather sofa, closed the morning newspaper in his hand, and looked at the phantom of William in front of him. "Also, although I'm not a detective, I can still make some simple inferences based on so much intelligence compiled based on history."

"Then can I hear your reasoning?" William asked Lansemero with a smile.

"There's nothing to hide. After all, think about it. After the Civil War, then-President Lincoln was assassinated at Ford's Theater." Lansermero stood up and walked to the window, looking at the streets shrouded in thick smoke from factories, which were no different from London. "Anyone who dares to pick up people in the United States is either a real desperado or has the backing of the U.S. government."

"After the assassination of the president, even if we want to relax the protection of government agencies, it shouldn't be this time - although twelve years is long enough, it's still a little short. So if there is a secret agency like MI6, it must be located in the north - although when it was established, in order to ease the conflict between the North and the South, the capital Washington DC was located in the middle of the North and the South, but that was only symbolic."

"No matter the South or the North, no one would put the most important part there - and after the victory of the Civil War, even if Lincoln was assassinated, I am afraid that the next president who won the election would be the leader of the Northern industrialists at least for a short time. Therefore, after excluding the desperate criminals on the sea - the pirates who have almost withdrawn from the stage of history, it is natural that the people who took you away became the people of the US government."

"So you should be placed in the northern region - and in the core area of ​​the northern region." Lansemello showed a resolute smile on his face, "For example, New York. Well, the specific situation is another matter, but New York is undoubtedly the city with the fastest information flow in the United States at this time - even if you are not here, it will not be wrong to choose this as our base."

"And, falling from such a high place like the Tower Bridge in London into the Thames and then drifting across the ocean to America - you're not going to tell us that neither of you was injured?"

"...Have you guessed even this part?" William smiled bitterly, looking at Lansemello's back standing by the window, "What else did you think of?"

“Although you were created as a Heroic Spirit and came to Chaldea, your memories of your past life did not include our existence - but now your memories of your past life have changed, right?” Lansemello turned around and looked at William, “I am at least sure that when you entrusted your will to me, you really did not want to live - in this case, even if you were rescued, you would at least be in a state of emptiness for a period of time…”

"And Sherlock wouldn't leave you alone like that - I'm not wrong about that, am I?"

"...Yes, that's right." William nodded, agreeing with Lansemello's inference.

"Then, during your time living in the United States, you must experience at least one thing that can change your mind." Lansemero dusted off his body and walked back to the communication position. "And on the Tower Bridge in London, Sherlock said to you - 'Live to atone for your sins, and dying is just an escape.'"

"Then I think you must have met someone in America who also needs to live to atone for his sins."

"And Moriarty had already placed this person in front of us before he came to the United States."

Lansemello picked up a photo from the table and showed it to William.

"The outlaw of the Westworld, now dead - Billy the Kid."

"After all, only the dead are qualified to embrace a new destiny, right?"