novelraw Chapter 33 So how many people were eavesdropping?
Chapter 33 So how many people were eavesdropping?
Whitehall restaurant.
Erin stood at the door.
The doorman had already opened the wooden door with brass frames for him, and warm yellow light and the aroma of food wafted out, gently caressing his face.
But he just couldn't take that step.
— Moriarty was present throughout.
This thought kept swirling in my mind.
Just thinking about how he had just imitated Moriarty's tone and words, saying things like "I am the one in control" and "I will dominate her with chains of love," made him realize how he was about to speak.
Erin was quite uneasy.
He slowly closed his eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Then, resigned, I took the first step.
The lighting inside the restaurant was softer than it appeared from the outside.
A crystal chandelier hangs from the center of the high ceiling, with hundreds of cut crystals shattering the orange-yellow light into countless flowing points of light, like a rain of light falling all around.
The wonderful aroma of the food and the fragrance similar to gardenias blended together to create a perfectly charming sound.
Four musicians played Mozart's Serenade on the stage in the hall, their bows sliding across the strings to create a beautiful melody.
Welcome!
A waitress came to greet them.
Upon recognizing the person, a look of surprise and shyness appeared on her face, and she spoke familiarly:
"Mr. Adler! It's been a long time since you've come."
Erin naturally didn't know who she was, so he could only offer a standard polite smile: "Yes, it's been a long time."
The waitress's voice softened further, tinged with a hint of anticipation: "Are you alone this time? I'll be there shortly..."
"No, I already have an appointment with someone, table 07."
"Alright." The waitress looked somewhat disappointed. "I'll take you there."
Table 07 is located by the window in the restaurant.
Jessia Moriarty sat there alone.
She was dressed the same as she had that morning, an outfit that seemed completely out of place in the luxuriously decorated restaurant, but because of her stunning beauty, it didn't come across as vulgar at all.
"Adler, you've arrived." She said gently, then instructed the waitress, "The food can be served now."
The waitress, who had initially harbored some competitive thoughts, immediately lowered her head.
"Yes, guest."
She practically fled in panic.
Before Erin even sat down, the attention of the other customers around him had already been drawn to him, and they began to whisper among themselves.
"Look! That silver-haired one over there is Erin Adler."
"So that's who that beautiful lady was waiting for!"
"Damn it, how many women has this guy had? Why hasn't God punished him yet?!"
Ok.
I've heard a similar conversation twice today.
Immediately afterwards, Moriarty's slender fingers slid through the air, and a "hidden" spell enveloped the two of them.
well.
This has happened three times in a row within an hour.
Erin decided to take the initiative: "Professor, something that will excite you has come knocking on your door."
"I heard everything." Jessia rested her chin on her hand, looking at him without a trace of emotion in her eyes.
Sure enough, Moriarty heard it all too...
She seemed completely uninterested, and slowly began, "If you're going to talk about the human trafficking at Jinqueting, then you should stop now. I don't find it interesting at all."
"Speaking of which, your personality has changed drastically since you lost your memory. What's with this ridiculously pointless sense of justice?"
Erin shook his head: "No, Professor, I did all this for you."
"Oh?"
Jessia's eyes changed slightly, and her languid demeanor lessened: "Then I'll listen to your explanation."
Erin said with certainty, "Your goal is to build a criminal empire, but starting from scratch is far too slow. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us to seize control of Duchess Burtis and all her power through this event."
He added, "Intelligence networks, funding, channels, connections. How long would it take if we built and collected all these things from scratch? Five years or ten? But they're there now, waiting for you to take over."
Very good, Moriarty's eyes are shining even brighter now.
So Erin continued:
"As for those scoundrels, even trash has its value; at least they can gather intelligence or serve as cannon fodder. The fact that Duchess Burtis rose from a slave trader to her current position shows that she has considerable talent in this area."
Jessia looked at Erin.
Something seemed to be slowly turning in those violet eyes, like an undercurrent in the deep sea.
She smiled and said, "As expected of my dear accomplice, I already have a brilliant idea for the specific plan."
Jessia withdrew her hand from her chin and sat down in the chair, her fingers interlaced.
"But now, let's address other issues first."
The light in her eyes changed again, transforming into a kind of inorganic radiance.
"You were just going to see a doctor, so why did you get involved with Sherlock Holmes again? And you even imitated my tone and said those things to her."
"Could it be—"
She tilted her head, a gesture that should have been very cute.
"Was my previous reasoning wrong? It's actually you who's fallen in love with her?"
Moriarty's murderous intent was once again revealed without any attempt at concealment.
But strangely enough...
At this point, Erin was now able to look directly into those eyes.
Even though I've only spent a few days with her, I already don't feel much danger anymore.
He spoke quite calmly: "The specific details of today's events are somewhat complicated, and I will explain them to you later. But I can assure you that meeting Holmes was merely a matter of probability."
"As for falling in love with her," Erin shook his head, "before today, the first time I officially met her was in your research lab, which is complete nonsense."
Jessia did not speak.
She simply looked at Erin, the light in her eyes remaining unchanged.
She is still waiting.
"Finally," Erin's voice was slower than before, "I will say those things to Holmes, also for your sake. There is no doubt that Holmes will be your destined nemesis."
"But she still clings to the ridiculous notion of justice, believing that the law can solve everything and that order is a natural law. She thinks that as long as the truth is found, justice will prevail."
He shook his head slightly, as if dissatisfied with Holmes's naiveté.
"She's too weak, too weak to give you a sense of confrontation, and emotions like 'resentment' are often the best catalysts for personal growth. Only when your nemesis is strong enough can you obtain enough happiness, right?"
That should be fine, right?
Although these words were thought up in a few minutes, the logic was complete, the motive was reasonable, and the arrangement of Holmes was also fine.
But why?
Moriarty's expression didn't seem to change in the slightest.
Jessia simply shook her head slightly: "I heard everything."
"I know," Erin answered instinctively.
--wrong!
When she repeats a sentence, what follows is often something completely unexpected.
"Starting from even earlier times,"
Jessia narrowed her eyes, her voice gentle and captivating: "I heard everything."