MM Racing Chapter 208 The Idea of Testing the Waters…
Chapter 208 The Idea of Testing the Waters…
Chapter 208 The Idea of Testing the Waters…
Sherlock Moriarty?
Lorne was familiar with both words individually. But why didn't he recognize them when they were put together?
To be honest, the moment Lorne heard the name, he felt a tremendous sense of unease.
After all, before he transmigrated, even someone who knew very little about Western literature must have heard of the famous name "Sherlock Holmes".
They're both named "Sherlock," and they're both detectives—
But I remember "Moriarty," isn't that the surname of Holmes' nemesis, the "Napoleon of the criminal world"? What a twisted sense of humor to put the names of nemesis together. Is it really just a coincidence?
Theoretically speaking, the name "Sherlock" and the surname "Moriarty" both objectively exist. But the fact that they're combined so coincidentally suggests that Russell plagiarized some novel he shouldn't have?
Or is the other person a time traveler?
"Are you—alright?" Isengard asked when he saw Lorne's expression suddenly turn somewhat pale.
"No, I'm fine." Lorne quickly recovered. "Sir, do you have any further information about this detective named Sherlock Moriarty?"
Eisinger took a drag of his cigarette and said, "He seems to be an outsider, and he mostly takes on insignificant cases within the detective guild. So, my understanding is limited to what's written in this file."
As he spoke, Isengard handed over a slightly yellowed copy of the Backlund Post from the table: "This contains his GG article from when he first arrived in Backlund."
Lorne took the newspaper and glanced at it, noticing the word "GG" on it.
Sherlock Moriarty, a private detective skilled at handling all sorts of tricky situations.
Lorne paused for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Do you have any particular opinion about his name?"
"My opinion?" Isengard pondered for a moment before saying, "There's nothing special about this name. Or do you think it's just a pseudonym?"
"No, it's nothing." Lorne shook his head. "Thank you for your investigation."
With that, he paid the remaining balance to the other party.
"If you encounter any problems you can't solve in the future, feel free to come to me again."
"Um."
On the way back in the carriage, the bodyguard's ethereal, emotionless voice suddenly rang in Lorne's ears.
"That detective seemed to have noticed my presence."
Sure enough—I knew the way he looked at me earlier seemed a bit off. Besides, someone who dares to take on such a dangerous investigation case like mine wouldn't be so incompetent if they didn't have some serious skills.
"I'd like to take a look around the area around that Sherlock Moriarty's place," Lorne whispered to the air. "What's your idea?"
II
The bodyguard remained silent.
Then I'll take it as you agreeing.
Lorne instructed the coachman to change the destination and arrive at Minsk Street in the Joewood district.
Lorne seemed somewhat uneasy throughout the journey.
Sherlock—Sherlock. Could it be that he has something to do with time travel? Is he a time traveler? Or is it really just a coincidence?
Having a fellow townsman who is also a time traveler isn't necessarily a bad thing, but having a fellow townsman who wants to investigate you is another matter entirely.
After all, compared to Sherlock, the name Lorne doesn't imply any transmigration and shouldn't be noticed.
After about ten minutes, the carriage stopped at its destination. Lorne looked around at the surroundings; the area was a fairly good location with typical row houses.
He randomly picked a coffee shop that looked fairly clean, asked for a corner seat, ordered a coffee, and decided to rest for a while.
"Would you like a drink?" Lorne called out softly to the empty seat next to him.
There was no response; Lorne only felt a faint, eerie breeze brush past his neck.
"What an emotionally unsupportive bodyguard," Lorne thought to himself.
I've already disguised my face with camouflage cufflinks. Even if I really run into Sherlock, he shouldn't recognize me.
But—even with this dragging on, we still can't figure out what their original purpose in investigating me was—
What should we do?
I can't possibly do what they did and sneak into his house in the middle of the night to investigate, can I?
If he has an organization behind him, is it he personally who wants to find me, or his organization that wants to find me?
Lorne's mind was in a mess, so he picked up the old newspaper on the table and started reading it again, trying to clear his head.
"etc-"
Since he's a detective, what if I give him a commission too?
A daring idea suddenly popped into Lorne's mind, and he downed the cold coffee on the table in one gulp.
He then went to a small alley outside the coffee shop, took out a coin, and did a simple divination.
Finally, the coin landed heads up in his palm.
Then, he spoke to himself, briefly explaining his current situation and his plans for the future.
"I want to take the initiative to approach that detective and test the waters."
After a few seconds of waiting, the bodyguard's ethereal voice slowly came through: "The risk is too great."
"Hmm." Lorne pondered for a few seconds and said, "I know there are risks involved. Here's what we'll do: if something really happens to me at that detective's house, and if the danger is too great, you don't have to come to rescue me. Your safety is the priority."
A few seconds later, the ethereal voice came again.
"Can."
"Eileen said there are detectives nearby. I did a divination, and there really are some people. Recently, there have also been some concerning figures in the guild." Klein sat on the sofa, looking troubled.
"I don't think I've offended anyone recently."
"Could it be about Ambassador Intis? But didn't the organization say they'd already resolved it for me?"
"Or is it that extraordinary individual we encountered during our last infiltration—"
"Sigh, why do I always run into such strange people and things—"
That afternoon, Lorne, dressed in a respectable suit and disguised as a wealthy young man, returned to Minsk Street.
"15 Minsk Street." Lorne looked at the address in the document and searched for the corresponding house number.
Are you looking for someone?
Lorne turned around and saw a blonde, blue-eyed woman who looked to be around thirty years old and well-maintained. Behind her stood a person who appeared to be a maid, helping her carry things.
"Yes, madam." Lorne bowed slightly. "I am looking for a detective named Sherlock Moriarty."
Mrs. Summer was pleased with Lorne's manners, and she nodded slightly: "Detective Moriarty, I know him, he's a very capable detective."
"Oh, really? I saw GG in the newspaper, that's why I came to visit." Lorne looked quite interested.
"That's perfect, I can take you to him, I'm his landlord."
The landlord? What a pleasant surprise! The landlord's guests shouldn't be able to refuse them outright, right? — Lorne's face lit up with joy.
"Thank you for your help, ma'am."