Chapter 422

"William: Bermode seems to have discovered something wrong."

After everyone went through a peaceful daily routine, William suddenly posted this message in the Chaldea chat room.

Although no one doubted any Moriarty's ability to deal with emergencies, considering that the entire Valhalla 221B was too quiet, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had just gotten rid of his own mountain of reports, found William's real-time updated mission log from Chaldea's work system.

"Is there anything you're concerned about, Ritsuka?" Kirshtalia and Olgamari, who were once again left at home by Marinette, asked Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"I'm wondering whether I should directly interfere with the consciousness of Vermode himself." Ritsuka Fujimaru said a very scary statement in a very normal tone.

"Why?"

Even the three pseudo-Servants who were sitting together and reviewing in order not to reveal their secrets when they returned to Chaldea later turned their heads in surprise and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"I think Vermouth found Gin to be incompatible," Fujimaru Ritsuka said. "It's just like when Ba Vanchi was picked up by His Majesty Morgan. Although she was disguised as someone with the same nature as 'other people', if the disguise 'gift' is lost, it will be discovered that their natures are completely different."

"Although the current Gin is basically the same as the one I recorded before."

"In other words, Professor William's suggestion magic has been discovered?" Olgamarie frowned and looked at the words on the computer screen in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Yes, although the reports in the chat room are brief, you can find out the details by reading the mission log written by Professor William." Fujimaru Ritsuka found a record written in the last century from these logs, "They have been continuously adding hints of magic to Gin - the medium of magic is the 'name'."

"'Kurosawa Jin', 'Gin 'Geneva', 'Gin', all can be understood as the magic of suggestion that Professor William cast on him in the form of a name... Hmm? Is it encrypted?" Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips and used his authority to unlock the encrypted content, "Ah, uh - I shouldn't worry about any Moriarty after all."

The moment they heard this, even Matsuda Jinpei, Hagiwara Kenji and Morofushi Kagemitsu crowded around Fujimaru Ritsuka, trying to understand what William had encrypted in the mission log.

"That child is the least of your worries. Even if his mission is to hunt down Moran, there is no problem - because, from the moment he met Moran, I "instructed" him to become a member of the Moriarty Group. Although he is not a core member like Moran, he is at least closer to our nature than Mrs. Michelle and her husband."

"Yes, he knew he would die - and he believed that his death would bring a better future to the world."

"But before that great death comes, he will clear all obstacles for us."

"Welcome! This is the Café Poirot!"

Billy Maris and Roman went to meet at Café Poirot under the pretext that Chaldea was inviting top figures from all walks of life to stay there. In order to conceal their whereabouts, Roman also brought along two of his assistants from the Rice Flower Hospital.

"Nice to meet you, Professor Marisbury Animusphia - maybe I should call you Director?" Roman extended his hand to Marisbury who had arrived at Café Poirot earlier, and smiled as if he were a stranger. "I am Romani Achiman, formerly Doctors Without Borders - now working at the Rice Flower Hospital. Rather than calling me by my first or last name, I would rather you call me Roman."

"Indeed, after all, the name 'Archaman' is too conspicuous." Just as Roman, who had just gained human identity, complained to his former master in the past, Marisbury smiled and responded to Roman, "Well, please sit down, Dr. Roman - I would like to invite you to Phoenix Chaldea to serve as the director of the medical department."

It was completely different from what really happened in the Animusphia mansion. Marisbri, who could have been distracted by savoring the black tea, was eagerly introducing Chaldea to Roman, trying to invite Roman to become a member of Chaldea. Roman, who had looked embarrassed at the time, was sipping his coffee with ease, and from time to time he asked questions about Marisbri's introduction, acting with the arrogance of a professional.

——It should have been just an ordinary meeting like this.

But one of the two assistants Roman brought with him died. After investigation by the police who responded to the call in time, the scope of suspects was narrowed down to Marisbury, Roman and the surviving assistant.

"…What a boring case." Sherlock, who was originally sitting by the window facing the street, grabbed his hair in annoyance the moment he was dragged to the scene by Conan Edogawa.

"The answer is indeed very obvious." After Holmes came over and confirmed the identities of the three suspects, he also showed a somewhat helpless smile and looked at Conan Edogawa, "How about Conan-kun try to solve this case?"

"...Don't ask me to look for evidence everywhere like during the winter vacation." Conan Edogawa glanced at the two speechlessly, and ran to find Inspector Megure in the name of Holmes and Sherlock, "Inspector Megure! What was the cause of death of the deceased? What is the relationship between him and these three suspects?"

"Ah, it's Conan." Inspector Megure looked around, and after seeing Sherlock and Holmes, he squatted down and talked to Conan Edogawa, "The cause of death was poisoning, but it wasn't cyanide, chlorine, or potassium - the specific answer can only be known after the test results come out. As for the three suspects... I think Conan must have seen at least two of them when he was watching TV?"

"Are you talking about the white-haired uncle and Dr. Roman who performed surgery on me?" Conan Edogawa followed Inspector Megure's instructions and looked over. "I remember that the white-haired uncle appeared at the press conference for the completion of the construction of the Phoenix Chaldea research institute in Antarctica not long ago - he is the famous astronomy professor who is scheduled to serve as the director of the institute, right?"

"It's easy to explain if you know." Inspector Megure glanced at the two indifferent adult detectives again, raised his eyebrows speechlessly, and continued to explain to Conan Edogawa, "Professor Animusphia came today to invite Dr. Roman to leave the Beika Hospital and join the institute as the director of the medical department. The deceased and the third suspect are Dr. Roman's usual work assistants. Dr. Roman brought them here this time, perhaps to help them build bridges..."

"...I think I know why Mr. Sherlock and the others said this case is very simple." Edogawa Conan was silent for a moment, then tiptoed to Inspector Megure's ear, "Inspector Megure, the criminal in this case should be--"

Compared to the case that happened in Kyoto during the winter vacation, this murder case couldn't be simpler - even the murderer's motive seemed much more normal than that in Kyoto... although it was also a motive based on the murderer's own unfounded imagination.

"I was originally Dr. Butterfly's assistant. After Dr. Butterfly was poached by a cutting-edge research institute, I was reassigned to Dr. Roman's side." The murderer, whose motives and methods were exposed by Conan Edogawa and whose evidence was located, began to recount his own mental journey in despair. "So when Professor Animusphia first invited Dr. Roman, I made up my mind."

"I don't want to stay in the Rice Flower Hospital - I must go to those big research institutes!"

"Wait a minute, which Butterfly Doctor are you talking about?" Roman frowned, quietly blocking the others' sight from looking at Marisbury, so that Marisbury could send a message to the chat room to confirm the situation. "If it's Kanae and Shinobu, I remember that the research institute they went to is not in the same field as Chaldea, right?"

"I'm the assistant of Dr. Butterfly Kanae..." The murderer lowered his head, a weird smile gradually appeared on his face, "Although I haven't had any contact with her since she was poached by the institute - but a few days ago, the people from that institute found me. They said that as long as I can do what they say, I can enter that institute!"

"That means..." Holmes's expression turned serious, and his tone of questioning became urgent. "The poison you used to kill him today was also provided by that institute? Do you know the name of that institute!?! Tell me everything you know - if you don't want to be killed by them."

Having said that, Holmes and Sherlock both moved their positions quietly, leaving the murderer unhindered in front of the huge glass window of the Poirot Cafe facing the street.

At the same time, the silver-haired sniper set up his sniper rifle in the distance.

The sniper's headset heard the deep voice of an adult British male.

"Shoot, Gin. Bermode who tried to question that adult will be given a proper warning, but before that... we need to eliminate the "outliers" who will reveal the organization's information."

"I don't need your reminder - Tequila." Gin narrowed his eyes slightly, locked the target's head, and pulled the trigger, "I hope you can remember how the last Tequila died... I can kill you anytime, anywhere - Councillor Albert James Moriarty."

"Then you probably can't kill me, Gin." Albert laughed while pressing the headset, his eyes passing over the shaking red wine to his superior. "After all, as an important noble member of the British Empire, I can also apply to MI6 and ask Sebastian Moran to protect my safety."

"His shooting range is longer than yours. As his disciple, you should be aware of this fact, right?"

"One day sooner or later I will blow his head off with a single bullet, just like I did with the other rats." Gin answered Albert coldly, putting away his sniper rifle and leaving. "Bourbon is working in that store, so Brandy shouldn't need to get involved in the aftermath of this incident, right?"

"If Bourbon can settle a shooting case that happened in broad daylight, I suggest you first suspect whether he is a rat - for example, an undercover agent of the Japanese Public Security Bureau." Albert chuckled and met McCoff's tacit eyes. "Talk to Brandy. If necessary, I can also intervene in the name of the British government."