Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 270 The Fool’s Followers
In just a moment, Moriarty withdrew his hand holding the banknotes, folded the 20-pound note and put it into his pocket, as if the pause just now was just Angel's illusion.

"'The Fool'? Does that mean the one in the tarot card?"

He picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee. The heat in the cup floated upwards, causing a large area of ​​condensation fog to appear on his glasses, blocking his view of Angel.

If it weren't for the momentary dullness shown by the detective just now, Angel would have almost believed his disguise. Unfortunately, even with the "Joker's" control over his body and expression, he couldn't hide his subconscious reaction to the sudden inquiry. Her dazzling eyes!

"Stop pretending, the tarot cards you asked me to scatter at the Kapin Residence have already said everything." She showed a confident smile, folded her hands, straightened up and looked at the detective, "You can try to quibble, What do those tarot cards do?”

"Perhaps it is to confuse the official Beyonders' vision and make them think that our purpose is vendetta or trial rather than saving those girls; perhaps it is my personal habit, exaggeration and flamboyance, just like I have become a 'black man' The Emperor's rooftop appearance..."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows and explained the meaning of the tarot cards scattered all over Cappin's body with words that seemed to have been prepared for him. But looking at Angel with an "I don't believe it" expression on his face, he finally shook his head. , changed his tone.

"Yes, that deck of tarot cards does have a special meaning. They represent an organization, an organization that believes in the mysterious 'Fool', and I..."

"And you are one of his followers, or a favored one, hiding in Backlund, waiting for his instructions at any time?"

Angel took over and said.

Moriarty opened his mouth, as if he felt at a loss because he was robbed of his words. After a moment, he nodded: "...Yes, that's what you said."

"So, you knew my identity early on?"

She suddenly figured out why the other party kept appearing near her, and she enthusiastically helped to find the missing Emily O'Neil. She even chose to participate in the action without hesitation in the face of the Capin mansion where there were many extraordinary people.

This may be in line with Mr. Fool's instructions.

The detective who put down his coffee cup frowned, as if it was a difficult question to answer.

"Yes, because you were in Mr. Fool's sight, I recognized you quickly," he hesitated, his eyebrows stretched, and replied slowly, "But I helped you kill Kapin, Not because of someone else’s instructions, but because of my own choice.”

Looking at the sincerity in the brown eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses, Angel was stunned for a few seconds before nodding: "I believe you."

Of course, I will use divination to confirm the authenticity later... But since he has told Mr. Fool, he must not dare to lie. This also explains why we have never met, and why he can still recognize me when I wear the Ring of Madness. I am a member of the Tarot Society, because Mr. Fool will not be fooled by magical items of this level...

Angel's thoughts continued to swirl, because the other party's slight displeasure at hiding that he was a follower of the Fool quickly disappeared.

At least his actions in helping me break into Capin's mansion and rescue the kidnapped girls were not simply orders from Mr. Fool...

Picking up the coffee cup and taking a sip of the almost cold coffee, Angel raised the corners of his mouth slightly behind the cup.

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After confirming each other's identities, Angel did not inquire in depth about the other party's experience in the Tarot Club, or whether there were other followers of The Fool in Backlund. This would make it appear that he had other thoughts, and even attract unnecessary attention from "The Fool".

The conversation turned to other topics, and Angel asked about Moriarty's protection of a reporter who went to the East District for an interview last week. The latter had a serious face and described what he had seen in those two days.

Different from Angel's quick glance when passing by the East District and the few words Miss Justice revealed at the tarot meeting, the "Daily Observer" reporter named Mike Joseph visited the East District in more depth and investigated a number of people who were arrested for different reasons. The first-hand information obtained by homeless people trapped in poverty is more detailed and more disturbing.

When talking about an old lady being interviewed who sat quietly on a chair in a cafe and fell asleep after a rare full meal, Moriarty showed a look that could not be said to be anger or anger. Helpless expression.

"I hope that reporter's interview can make some changes to the current situation in the East District," Angel murmured after a long silence. "Fortunately, the upper echelons of the kingdom and the major churches seem to have noticed the suffering of the people at the bottom. Maybe soon Relevant laws and policies will be introduced to improve their lives."

"I hope so." The detective seemed to be a pessimist. He just curled his lips after hearing Angel's words. "It's probably more difficult than the evil god to become a good person if he expects those nobles and factory owners to have conscience... But the Orthodox Church should do it. After all, the people who can't live anymore may really convert to those terrible beings." Speaking of evil gods, Angel also thought of the "True Creator" who almost came to the Backlund dock area, and Laner who died in the sewer. Us, thinking of the "Queen" card he heard from Audrey's friend, scattered all over Laner Us's corpse, looked suspiciously at Moriarty, who was sighing with emotion.

"I have one last question," she said carefully. "In early October, a certain believer of the evil god who died in the sewer near the East Balam dock, a fraudster named Lanerwus, had a Tarot card on his body. …”

"I let it go."

To her surprise, Moriarty readily admitted his behavior, which made her feel as if he had been punched in the air, and the subsequent questioning was all brought back to her stomach.

"That was Mr. Fool's action to prevent the arrival of the 'True Creator'. After I saw you who killed Lanrevus, Mr. Fool confirmed your identity."

It turns out that Mr. Fool is really concerned about matters of this level, and his beloved serves as the specific executor, hiding in Backlund, ready to attack the opponent's fatal parts at any time...

Angel was convinced. Just as the aristocratic member of MI[-] had guessed, there really was a secret organization "codenamed Tarot Cards" operating, and as a member of the organization, he often thought he was being People framed the blame and stole the wool...

She was a little ashamed for a moment.

Fortunately, Moriarty didn't notice her slightly red face, and quickly changed the topic to a lighter topic. The two chatted for a while. After Angel's belly was filled with coffee, he finally realized that it was already getting late. .

After confirming that Moriarty was also a follower of the Fool, Angel felt like she had "found the organization", which was similar to the sense of belonging she had felt in the ranks of the Nighthawks before but lost after the Tingen massacre.So she was sitting peacefully on the single sofa next to the bay window, as if she had returned to her own home.

Unfortunately, happy times are always short-lived. Looking at the hazy moonlight outside the window, Angel quickly ended the topic and stood up to say goodbye to Moriarty.

"Goodbye, Mr. Sherlock," she changed to a more familiar title. "We may have many opportunities to cooperate in the future."

When Sherlock Moriarty heard the new title, he was stunned for a second and smiled.

"I hope so, Miss Eileen."

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Looking at Angel who stopped a hired carriage outside the window, got in and slowly left, Klein closed the curtains and sat back down a little further from the bay window, opposite the single sofa that had never been moved. A sofa, looking at the coffee cup on the table, and stood up again after a long time.

He took out a tarot card from his trouser pocket, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, lit a pinch of spiritual fire, and watched the card burn into ashes in the flames and scatter on the ground.

That's a "World" card.

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Angel got on the carriage and reported the location of the street at the junction of Backlund Bridge District and East District. He listened to the coachman outside the door commanding the horses and drove slowly.

Although it was getting late, she still followed the practice she was accustomed to, first returning to the safe house in the East District, and then back to her home on Red Rose Street in the Bridge District.

Untying the silver chain on her wrist and picking up the citrine pendant, she silently recited the divination words and used the pendulum method to confirm whether Sherlock had lied or concealed something in the conversation just now.

Amid the slight sway of the carriage, the pendant slowly swung clockwise, giving an affirmative answer.

"The shaking is not big, but it is indeed clockwise, which means most of what he said...is true?"

Looking at the citrine with a hint of cracks, Angel was stunned.

(End of this chapter)