Chapter 775 Professor Moriarty (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

"Professor Moriarty, you are finally here."

The mustache held a bottle of red wine and came forward flatteringly:

"We have captured five spies sent by Holmes. We are waiting for your decision."

"A spy sent by Holmes?"

The old man with a silver snake crutch raised his lowered eyebrows and said calmly:

"How to determine the identity of the other party?"

"He said it himself!"

Colonel Moran said quickly:

"These people ate and drank in Tom's Tavern. They also claimed that they were relatives of Sherlock Holmes and asked the waiter to come to the Poker Tavern to pay me the bill!"

"If it weren't for Holmes' instigation, would ordinary people have the guts to do it?"

"Yes, yes."

Mustache echoed:

"Fortunately, the waiter at Tom's Tavern was sensible and brought them in time and reported the matter to us."

"Holmes has always been against us, and this time he cheated us with food and drink in our name. If we don't teach him a lesson,"

"idiot!"

A loud shout made Colonel Moran and others tremble.

The haze only appeared on Professor Moriarty's face for a moment, and soon he returned to the good manners a noble should have, gentle and polite:

"I know Holmes well as he knows me."

"If he wants to send someone to inquire about my information, he will definitely not use such a stupid method, because I will definitely find out and respond."

"Besides, Holmes is now in Dartmoor and not in London. Why would he let his subordinates put themselves in danger?"

"this"

Colonel Moran and others looked at each other and said in confusion:

"Then who are these kids eating the King's meal?"

"Who knows, I don't care."

Moriarty tapped his cane and walked toward the house:

"I think."

"We are not so stingy that we can't even pay for a meal."

"Are you going to let them go?"

"No, paying for them and handing them over to the police is the rest a nobleman should have, Moran."

"But the police will not punish them. They will only lock them up for a few days!"

"This is a matter for the police and has nothing to do with us."

"What if they continue to use our name to deceive us?"

After a pause, Professor Moriarty slowly turned back and spoke in a relaxed tone:

"The first tolerance is the cultivation of nobles, because nobles are superior to others. They must maintain a noble heart and tolerance for ordinary residents, but..."

"There are so many poor people, how can we manage them?"

"I see."

Colonel Moran finally understood the professor's meaning.

Professor Moriarty is a university professor and a public figure, and every word and deed has its own influence.

If others find out that a beggar is using his name to defraud people of food and drink, he must be tolerant and show a noble demeanor. This approach will win him more prestige.

but.

There is a limit to everything. The first time it was because of helplessness, but the second time it was different.

The second time showed that the other party was ungrateful, and it was understandable that Professor Moriarty would be angry.

Walking into the club, Professor Moriarty took off his coat and handed it to the coachman beside him, just as he was about to sit down.

The pupils shrank slightly.

In his seat, a young man in a suit was crossing his legs and playing with a wrench. There was a Remington M1858 revolver on the table in front of him, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Who are you!"

Colonel Moran did not expect that when he went out to greet the professor, someone would sneak into the club secretly, and he became furious:

"Stand up quickly, you rude fellow!"

"Don't be so nervous, Moran, be polite to your friends."

Professor Moriarty glanced at the revolver on the table with a smile on his face:

"It looks like"

"I just made a mistake."

Under the handle of the revolver, the letters S·H are engraved, which are the English abbreviations of Sherlock Holmes.

"I'm curious when Sherlock Holmes gained an Asian relative."

Professor Moriarty sat across from Sakaki, asked Mustache to open the bottle of expensive red wine, and even gave Sakaki a glass, which showed his aristocratic bearing.

"Um"

Sakaki thought for a while and said:

"Strictly speaking, I have no blood relationship with Holmes. I took this gun from his drawer without the owner's consent."

"I see, it seems you have something to ask of me."

Shaking the goblet, Professor Moriarty smiled:

"I like this gift very much. So young man, what is your wish?"

"First of all, I want to take away my friends. I'll give you the four brats."

Sakaki scratched his head and threw out a piece of paper with the house number written on it:

"Then, I would like to ask Professor to help you investigate the people living here. It is best to take photos of them."

After taking a look at the house number, Professor Moriarty asked his subordinates to copy the paper and handed it to Moran:

"These are the requirements?"

"It seems you don't know the value of Holmes' gun."

"To me, the gun really doesn't have much value."

Sakaki said noncommittally:

"But for you, professor, this gun allows you to humiliate Holmes, and even use it to commit the next crime and put the blame on Holmes. This is interesting, isn't it?"

"That's right, I never take advantage of others. If that's all you ask for, I'll let Moran give you 100 pounds."

Ps: In 1900, 1 pound was approximately equal to 7.3 grams of pure gold.

"Forget about the money. I won't stay long anyway."

Shaking his head, Sakaki Cheng declined:

"Why not exchange the money for information? I'll be happier that way."

"Whose information do you want?"

"Jack the Ripper."

Colonel Moran and others standing by were shocked, their eyes full of disbelief.

Including Professor Moriarty, who frowned and asked:

"Don't you know that Jack the Ripper is my subordinate?"

"I know, but such a criminal without performance art is just a ferocious beast."

Sakaki Makoto smiled and said:

"Professor, you are a top-notch intellectual, a profound thinker, and a genius in the criminal world. No matter what you do, you have your own aesthetic art."

"Besides, you are a nobleman and a villain. Real villains are humble and polite. They always show proper respect to people other than heroes. Smile, know all the social etiquette and apply it tactfully, and exude confidence from the bottom of their hearts. "

"Normally, they are always the kindest people in society. They will bring their pets with them, pay attention to insects under their feet when walking, treat women like gentlemen, and drink coffee without making a hissing sound."

"How could such an elite full of behavioral aesthetics allow his subordinates to do such things as disemboweling women and digging out their organs, which is a thing that angers the heavens and the people?"

"So I infer"

"You have lost control of Jack the Ripper."