Stop trying to control me, Miss Moriarty!

Chapter 1 Scapegoat

Royal College of London.

As dawn broke, the sky remained gloomy and dark, with a thin mist enveloping the city like a widow's veil.

Just like the students' solemn expressions.

Just now, the bodies of two students were found in the warehouse.

Such a heinous murder has occurred in this academy, which is regarded as a holy place by Britain and is known as the "cradle of heroes"—it is a slap in the face to the Empire!

An older student adjusted his glasses: "It's obvious that this younger student chose to commit suicide after poisoning him. As for the motive, I think it was probably a romantic dispute."

"Indeed," someone agreed. "After all, he was London's most notorious playboy, and the line of people who wanted to kill him could probably stretch from Buckingham Palace to Scotland Yard."

"So, it was just a typical crime of passion?"

Faced with such a serious incident, Professor Jessia simply stood quietly in the shadows, without uttering a word.

Her gaze swept over the inconspicuous student in the crowd, she shook her head, and a fleeting look of disappointment crossed her eyes.

"The criminal is right in front of us and we can't find him!"

Even on a global scale, few places can gather as many young geniuses as this academy.

That's why she came here, believing that someone could meet her expectations and expose the crimes she had committed.

Even if not, at least you'll encounter some interesting little guys, bringing some color to this endless, boring life.

However, a year has passed, and the hope she had been holding onto was now as fragile as a candle flame in the wind.

With the last glimmer of hope, as tiny as a winter seed, she anonymously "guided" a freshman.

Even with her assistance, the murder was still crude, rushed, and full of flaws; it was nothing more than an incredibly clumsy forgery.

but--

"Why didn't anyone notice?"

The angle of the wound is unnatural.

The cuffs of the inner lining were still stained with blood.

The victim's blood hadn't even completely congealed yet; there simply wasn't enough time to destroy the evidence.

However, these "geniuses" on whom the country placed high hopes were immersed in absurd reasoning, mistaking falsehood for truth.

I'll resign today.

Jessia withdrew her gaze and began to contemplate the future.

If there's no one here who can fulfill my desires, where should I go next?

Using damaging information to coerce a politician into entering parliament?

Publish that paper on double chanting techniques and join the Ministry of Magic?

Or should we go to the distant Eastern land?

Or perhaps...

The person she was looking for didn't even exist in this world.

"What?!"

"Oh, God!!"

"He...he...he moved!"

Just as she was preparing to leave quietly, an unexpected accident occurred that no one could have foreseen.

"...It hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

The boy, who should have died, stood up unsteadily, clutching his chest.

"...?"

The poison used by the killer was provided by Jessia, and it was potent enough to kill a whale.

Moreover, she confirmed that the boy's vital signs had completely disappeared.

But at this moment, he seemed to wake up from a nightmare, rubbing his temples and looking around blankly.

Jessia's lips gradually turned up.

Her nose twitched, as if she could smell the long-awaited scent.

"interesting."

.

As her hazy consciousness gradually returned, Lin Ai opened her eyes.

The scattered red eyes gradually focused, revealing a dark, towering wooden building, piled-up shipping containers, and unfamiliar foreign faces.

They were all wearing matching dark blue British-style uniforms with iris badges embroidered on their chests.

"ah……?"

Wasn't I at the company offering incense to the screenwriter's mother along with everyone else?

"Where is this?"

He made a confused sound and reflexively took a deep breath.

But as soon as I took a breath, excruciating pain exploded from the depths of every cell in my body and spread to every nerve.

The stale air, mixed with the smell of blood, also rushed into my nasal cavity.

I felt dizzy and nauseous, and a strong nausea rose in my throat.

vomit--

The pain only subsided slightly after I vomited up all the stomach acid.

"Classmate...are you alright?"

Lin Ai wiped the sour taste from the corner of her mouth and replied weakly, "It's alright."

"I see, it seems our previous reasoning was wrong—"

He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a male student wearing glasses pointing at him: "You're the real culprit."

"...Me?"

Faced with the sudden accusations, Lin Ai, who had just woken up, was completely confused about the situation.

He then discovered his own school uniform, half-stained with blood, and a corpse at his feet.

"..."

Clearly, he traveled through time.

He was also involved in a murder case.

Lin Ai tried to recall the original owner's memories, but no matter how hard she tried, all she could hear was a blank echo.

It sucks.

The male student continued his reasoning: "The truth is, when you attacked this female student, she retaliated with her poison magic, causing you to fall into a state of suspended animation until we discovered you."

Poison magic?

Lin Ai pinched her thigh, which had little flesh, forcing herself to calm down.

If time travel can happen, then arriving in a magical fantasy world doesn't seem like anything to be surprised about.

But this logic is too far-fetched.

He quickly scanned his surroundings.

The ground near the deceased was covered in dust, with no drag marks; the clothes were neat, and there were no obvious external injuries except for the fatal wound to the chest; the blood on the ground had not completely congealed.

Aside from the expected bloodstains and dust, there were no other marks on his body.

He was definitely not the killer.

He looked up and calmly asked, "What was the motive for the crime?"

"It's naturally an emotional dispute."

What kind of emotional entanglement is this?

Just as Lin Ai was about to retort, she saw the students around her nodding and muttering words like "yes" and "that's right."

"...?"

He sighed: "Wrong."

The male student wearing glasses was taken aback: "What's wrong with it?"

"all."

Lin Ai stopped explaining, suddenly squatted down, and deftly tore open the deceased's clothes.

The wound edges are neat and slant downwards.

He reached out and gently touched the side of the deceased's neck.

—Sure enough, the body temperature hardly changed, and rigor mortis had not yet formed.

The others gradually realized what was happening, and all the boys and half of the girls stared at him angrily.

"...What are you doing, you scumbag?!"

"Did he go crazy after being exposed?"

"You even go after corpses? Why can't you look at me a little more?"

Lin Ai stood up, surveyed the angry faces around her, and politely asked, "Excuse me, does anyone here have experience with murder?"

The warehouse fell silent.

Everyone was somewhat puzzled by this question, and after a while, they responded in hushed tones.

"Who would have that?"

"that is."

"Then shut up, all of you!" Lin Ai's voice suddenly rose, piercing through the noise. "Listen carefully! This is a murder, but the murderer can't possibly be me!"

He pointed to the victim's wound: "The wound was caused by a single-edged sharp weapon, angled downwards and piercing the heart, a fatal blow. The murder weapon was most likely the dagger on the ground."

"The plausibility of the wound is not the point—"

He paused, making sure everyone could hear him.

"Simply put, the moment a fresh heart is pierced, blood will inevitably spray out in a jet-like manner under the influence of blood pressure, just like on the floor, walls, and surrounding wooden boxes."

"But the bloodstains on me are mainly seepage and staining. This indicates that I was here after she had already been murdered!"

As soon as he finished speaking, only the sound of breathing could be heard in the warehouse.

A few students frowned and began to really look around, while most looked completely bewildered.

well.

Lin Ai nodded in satisfaction.

In a sense, I have to thank the company's new game project, which allowed me to reread the Sherlock Holmes stories several times and also brush up on my criminal investigation skills.

Only then can it be deduced effortlessly.

Jessia touched her chest, feeling her heartbeat quicken.

Those large, purple eyes, which usually seemed sleepy, now radiated a kind of inorganic glow.

She stared intently at the boy in the center of the stage, like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, waiting to prey on its prey.

It seems that my resignation plan can be postponed for a while.

After a long pause, the bespectacled boy who had been targeting Lin Ai finally broke the silence: "That's just your side of the story. How are you going to prove it...?"

"It's easy to verify," Lin Ai interrupted impatiently, "Just find a small animal like a rabbit."

"Then...then..." The boy paused for a long time before retorting again, "Even if what you said is all true, it doesn't prove anything. You could have killed her and then changed your clothes! Otherwise, how would you know so much!"

At this point, he puffed out his chest, put on a smile, and waited for others to agree.

But this time, there was only continued silence and the looks of disbelief from the crowd.

"Are you an idiot?" Lin Ai asked with pity. "If I were the murderer, why would I bother to faint here? Obviously, I'm just an innocent scapegoat, and even you are more suspicious than me."

"This, this...you, you, me..."

The boy with glasses blushed bright red, opened his mouth, and stammered for a long time without being able to utter a complete sentence.

The belated rationality finally appeared in the eyes of most people, dispelling their doubts.

Lin Ai ignored them; what happened next was none of his business.

The sticky feeling and the lingering bloody smell in my nose were disgusting; I needed to take a shower and change my clothes immediately.

While we're at it, let's find out the original owner's identity and the basic information about this fantasy world.

Speaking of which, where do I live?

*Slap.* *Slap.* *Slap.*

Slow, clear applause came from the shadows of the warehouse.

"Brilliant reasoning."

A blonde woman walked out slowly, her voice soft and elegant, like a beautiful cello.

Lin Ai turned her gaze away.

In an instant, it felt as if a cold needle was pressed against the back of his neck. His pupils contracted sharply, his composure froze, and cold sweat involuntarily slid down his forehead.

Ding--

At the same time, accompanied by a cheerful notification sound, a few lines of text appeared appropriately in the center of his field of vision.

[Main character Jessia Moriarty detected]

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