Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 232 Sherlock Moriarty

Taking a hired carriage, Angel came to Minsk Street in the Jowood District.

This is a small street in a residential area. The two sides are similar to the Red Rose Street where she lives. To be precise, it is similar to the side of Red Rose Street facing the Tasok River. They are both connected with two floors. The house has bay windows of the same style on both sides of the first floor, and a large balcony is separated from the second floor.

There is a small mailbox at the door of No. 15 Minsk Street, with sticky notes and pencils hanging next to it. It should be prepared so that the detective will not miss any commissions when he goes out.

Angel knocked on the door first, but there seemed to be no movement behind the door. She sighed to herself about her bad luck and picked up the note paper next to the mailbox to leave a message.

At this time, the door opened, revealing a male detective with a thick beard, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that did not match the rough beard, a short-brimmed hat for easy movement, and a white shirt and black vest. He came out and looked curiously at Angel, who was holding notes and pencils at the foot of the front door.

The latter was surprised to find that he had met the detective before.

Rather, I have seen it many times.

"Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?"

"It's me," the lucky man who appeared at the "Eye of Wisdom" gatherings many times and claimed to have defeated the enemies in the mid-sequence with 400 pounds replied, "Is there anything you need to entrust?"

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Angel, who entered the living room at the invitation of Mr. Moriarty, quickly looked at the interior furnishings. The house didn't look big from the outside, but inside, because the length from front to back was greater than the width, the actual area was not small. The living room and dining room were well-lit. It's great. There's a kitchen, a bathroom and a guest room in the back. There are at least three or four bedrooms on the second floor. Well, there's also a large balcony that can be seen from the street.

Assessing the private detective's financial resources and income, Angel came to a corner of the living room and sat down on the single sofa next to the bay window at Moriarty's invitation. The other party brought a teapot and teacup and sat opposite her.

After a brief self-introduction and pleasantries, the two quickly got down to business.

"Miss Eileen, please tell me about your commission."

Politely pouring a cup of tea for the guest, he took off his short-brimmed hat, revealing the short black hair underneath. His eyes showed curiosity and exploration, and he looked at Angel and asked.

He looks vaguely familiar... Well, if the hairline is further back and the beard is shaved, he will look like Mr. Benson. Their hair color and eye color are the same, and the curvature of their cheeks is also the same...

After a few seconds, he realized that it was not polite to stare at the other person. Angel looked away, looked at the black tea in his hand, and replied:

"Actually, I'm here to look for one of your customers. Do you remember Mr. O'Neil? Jason O'Neil is looking for his daughter, Emily."

Onell, Emily.

Moriarty muttered these two names silently, recalling them with unfocused eyes for a few seconds, and nodded. The gold-rimmed glasses that didn't fit his face were shaking, making Angel almost think that they would fall into the tea cup below.

"I remember him. Jason O'Neil commissioned me to find his kidnapped daughter. On the evening of October 10, this gentleman found me through the introduction of others. Then I went with him to several places he provided to confirm the kidnapping. The location where the criminal passed was investigated.”

With that said, the detective stood up, walked quickly to the bookshelf that separated the living room and dining room, found a map, returned to the oriel window, and handed it to Angel.

The latter could tell at a glance that this was the Backlund map on which Onel had noted the kidnapping route when she sought help in divination.

"After analyzing the relevant clues, I quickly determined the final hiding place of the kidnapper and found the gang members who were guarding Mr. O'Neill's daughter Emily. Because Mr. O'Neill was worried that calling the police would trigger unscrupulous revenge on their part. , I used some negotiation skills to get them to let Emily go. Of course, I still called the police afterward, which is my duty as a law-abiding citizen."

When he talked about "negotiation skills", a smile appeared on the corner of Moriarty's beard, which reminded Angel of the meaningless smile of the other party at the "Eye of Wisdom" gathering.I almost forgot that after asking for help at the "Eye of Wisdom" gathering and his miraculously solving the huge crisis, this detective is now an extraordinary person.His so-called negotiation skills are likely to use violence or extraordinary abilities to solve the gangs and get Emily back. This is also consistent with what Mr. O'Neill said...

I just don’t know if he still remembers the meeting when he and I first went to the party. Although I wore a hood and the frenzy ring has the effect of making people forget my appearance easily, my height and hair color can easily reveal my identity. .

With these thoughts quickly passing through his mind, Angel nodded and replied: "Thank you, could you please tell me the place where you found Emily?"

"Why? Sorry, I'm not making things difficult for you, but this belongs to the privacy of the previous client."

Although he had little hope, it turns out that this detective has quite a professional ethics...

Angel sighed secretly and told the inquiring detective about his part-time job in the Divination Club, Onel's request for help, and the analysis of the location and route of the kidnapping.

Of course, she used "analysed results" to cover up the parts involving extraordinary abilities.

Then, she took out the newspaper she carried with her and handed the page with the obituaries of the O'Neill family to the other party. She watched as his expression changed from curiosity to seriousness, with a hint of anger.

"Do you think this is a normal suicide?"

Putting down the newspaper, Moriarty's tone carried a completely different emotion than before.

"Of course not. I just met Mr. O'Neil last weekend. He gave me a large amount of extra compensation and said that he was going to leave Backlund and take his family to live in Jianhai County for a few years. He left this familiar place but left his daughter behind. The environment of fear, I don’t think that’s what someone planning to commit suicide would do.”

"Extra payment...well, that's not the point. You're right, there was something fishy about his death," Moriarty frowned and replied, "It's impossible for someone who just rescued his daughter and plans to move away from Backlund. They would commit suicide by jumping into a river with their whole family, unless... someone coerces them, or simply 'does it for them'."

"However, the police should investigate this kind of thing. I saw in the obituary that the family all left suicide notes. If the handwriting was forged and there were problems at the suicide scene, the police should have discovered it. Since the obituary has been issued, it proves that the police also Considered suicide."

The detective looked at Angel with a searching look.

Alas, would a private detective like you really believe in Silveras Field's abilities so much?Or are you saying that you have recognized me and are trying to trick me?
Looking at him for a few seconds, Angel smiled.

"Okay, I guess you also recognize me. Since everyone is an extraordinary person and has attended the 'Eye of Wisdom' party, let's not go around in circles and say things to test each other. I have determined the Onel family through divination. It’s suicide, but that’s the biggest problem. There are extraordinary people who hide the truth through their abilities, perhaps for revenge or to silence them.”

Moriarty first looked at Angel with surprise, and then his eyes behind his glasses flashed with a smile.

"Yes, 'Dog Mask Lady', well, that's what the pharmacist called you. I did recognize you at the door, but I didn't know your purpose, so I didn't tell you. I'm sorry."

Looking at the familiar brown eyes, Angel was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little unhappy because of the other person's name.

"By the way, you said 'confirmed through divination', is it divination in the occult sense?" As if aware of Angel's mood, Moriarty quickly changed the subject, "I thought the divination club you were talking about was just a divination club. A common fan club."

"The club is indeed a common one, but I..."

Angel was wearing a less eye-catching Rune-style dress today. The long sleeves covered her wrists on both sides. At this time, she pulled up the leg-of-mutton sleeves to reveal the citrine pendant on her right wrist.

"...But he is a master of divination."

(End of this chapter)