Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability

“… Hey.”

“Ah.”

“Are you alright?”

After observing Adler through the gap in the door for a while, I finally sneaked into the room and asked the painfully coughing young man.

“You really don’t look well…”

“Ahaha.”

“This isn’t the time to laugh now, is it?”

His face, bearing a foolish smile, was as pale as a corpse.

As a former military medic and now an active doctor, I had seen this look all too often.

“They say laughing brings good fortune.”

Thinking this, I looked at him with a slightly pitiful gaze. Once again, Adler, spouting nonsense, grinned with his eyes as he glanced at her.

… Damn, he’s too bloody handsome.

Despite my half-disgust, I flinched involuntarily when looking at his accursed face. I couldn’t help but wonder just why he went around and did such depraved things.

Was I, an elite, dignified woman, not good enough for him?

Well, matter of fact, I might as well not be when this bastard could even make the queen of a country serve him wholeheartedly like she was his obedient slave.

I could more or less understand why Adler could never be satisfied.

“Let’s get out of here before Miss Mycrony wakes up.”

“… I have a question.”

Feeling somewhat annoyed but still doing my best to hide it, I casually threw a question at Adler as he took my hand and stood up.

“If had such a panacea that can save someone with a terminal illness, why don’t you take it yourself?”

“There was only one.”

“What?”

“If I took it, I wouldn’t be able to save Miss Mycrony now, do I?”

Then, he just went and replied something that I could have never expected.

“You’re joking, right?”

“I’m serious…”

“You were such a selfless person? I didn’t know.”

As I sneered unknowingly, Adler, scratching his head, looked downhearted.

Could it be that he knew just how handsome he was and doing all of these actions on purpose?

Using his looks as a weapon, that was just too cowardly even for a scum like him.

- Flinch…

But could it be just my imagination? It seemed like Miss Mycrony, lying in the bed behind Adler, just twitched slightly.

“Eek…”

“…….?”

As I stood there puzzled, Adler suddenly made a startled scream as he glanced at something in the air. What it was, I did not know since I couldn’t see anything there. ṟÅＮộ𝐁ʧ

“Is that even possible? The probabilities suddenly jumped to 1000 percent…”

“What are you even talking about?”

Wondering what was going on, I tilted my head and then quietly grimaced as I recalled Holmes’ theory.

Charlotte mentioned that something or someone might be controlling Adler…

At that time, despite it being Holmes’ words, I hardly believed it. But to see it with my own eyes…

Then…

Suddenly, I felt a twinge of discomfort in my heart.

It would really be the joke of the century if it were true, but…

Would it be possible that he didn’t leave me of his own volition?

“……..”

Was it possible that he was forced to be with the professor and Holmes? Possible that all his flirting with other women had some underlying reason behind them?

“… Why did the probability increase so much? What the hell is happening?”

Somehow, it felt like my whole body was being drenched in water so cold that even my soul was becoming numb.

If my assumptions were really true, had I not been unjustly deprived of a marriage partner?

Even when we our dating, I thought he was poor and just paid for everything myself.

I even took out loans to buy the newlywed house.

And I was even left with the mark of marriage due to the marriage ceremony I went through with this asshole. It would be extremely difficul now for me to remarry no matter how exceptional and elite I am…

“Wow, Watson. Why are your eyes suddenly looking so ominous…?”

I was unable to hold back my emotions any longer as everything I had been holding back rebounded in my mind like a tsunami.

But then again, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was any reason to even hold back any longer.

Perhaps, I just had been too nice for no reason all this time.

Oh, forget it.

- Swoosh…

“W-Why did you bring out the gun…?”

Adler, discovering my prized possession that I had pulled from my coat, asked with a startled expression.

“… Are you being controlled by someone?”

“What… What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

- Click…

“H-h-h…”1

As I pressed the muzzle against his head, his face morphed into terror.

… All this bloody asshole has are his looks and his stupdily long and girthy cock.

Even his handsome appearance set my mind on fury now, but I won’t suppress my feelings any longer. I don’t want that.

“Say you’re being controlled.”

“Wh-Why are you doing this…”

“Say it.”

I should have done this sooner. Now I finally felt a bit more relieved.

“… I, I am being controlled.”

“Right, I thought as much. It was true all along, wasn’t it?”

Although his confession was a bit soulless, I finally managed to get it out of Adler.

Well, then it was time for an intervention.

“I’ll help you.”

“No, it’s okay…”

“I said I’ll help, bloody hell.”

“… Thank you.”

Indeed, a gun still proved to be an excellent means of conversation. Whether it was enemies or difficult patients, it got them all talking in the end.

“Now, get in here.”

“What?”

As I pointed gently at the familiar trunk rolling around inside the room, Adler only gave me a puzzled look.

“I’ve been inside it naked for three days, so I know it’s quite comfortable. Don’t complain.”

“…….”

But as I brought up one of the many wrongs he had done to me, Adler, sweating briefly, silently rose from his seat.

“I need to use the bathroom…”

“Get in.”

And then, without any protest, he obediently stepped into the trunk by his own will.

“Excuse me… Miss Watson.”

- Creak…

“Surely, you are not going to bury me somewhere, right…?”

- Clank…

Eventually, I ignored his nonsensical words and locked the trunk.

“………”

In the ensuing silence, I could distinctly feel my heartbeat quickening.

- Thump, thump, thump…

Inside this cramped trunk was the object of half the women in London’s unrequited love.

He was the paramour of the London’s Queen of the Underworld, that man of London’s greatest detective, the husband of London’s mightiest inspector, and the lover of the Bohemian Queen.

Locked from the outside, there was no way for him to escape.

Reduced to mere luggage, he had no choice but to get dragged around wherever I wished.

… Is this why people commit crimes?

As I continued to ponder this, I momentarily understood the feelings of the bizarre criminals mentioned in the case journals I had recorded.

“Miss Watson… this is a crime…”

“… Haa.”

As a trembling voice leaked from inside the trunk, an incredulous smile naturally formed on my lips.

“Hey, you fucking bastard. Is that what you should be saying now?”

“……..”

“To the woman who you deceived, seduced, and even went as far as to do a sham marriage with only to marry another woman in secret, not even feeding her for three days and locking her naked inside a bag? Is that how you should speak to me? Huh!!?”

“Well, but…”

So, I leaned towards the trunk’s entrance and whispered in a cold voice.

“Well, honestly, Miss Watson, you raped me, so we’re even…”

“Adler, I don’t know what are you talking about.”

Hearing his timid rebuttal, I obly replied with a cold smile.

“I never raped you.”

“What are you…”

“It was done under the influence of alcohol, that falls under mental incapacity. It’s invalid.”

“……..”

“And you were the one who flirted first!!!!”

Feeling the fury within me rising once again, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“Haa…”

Sighing, I picked up the heavy trunk.

“So, where are we going?”

… Now what do I do?

As I thought about this, my mind began churning out possibilities faster than ever before.

I need funds to escape… I must return to Britain even if it means risking danger, and then gather some money…

“Miss Watson…?”

… Let’s go through Belgium to France. No, that’s too dangerous because of the thieving bitch, maybe take a detour through Switzerland…

Suddenly, I recalled a joke Holmes often made.

That if she had been a criminal, she might have been a real big shot of the criminal world.

Sorry, Holmes.

A top detective shouldn’t become a criminal, should they?

So, I’ll be taking over for you.

“Please save me…”

“Shut up before I shoot you. We need to get out of this hotel…”

“Sniffle, sob.”

Besides, if you really thought about it, what’s inside here wasn’t technically a person, nor did laws apply to him.

So, it was not even a crime in the first place, right?

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That night, in the darkness of the New York harbour’s wharf,

- Peer, look…

There, Watson, who had arrived carrying an unusually large trunk, briefly surveyed her surroundings before moving on.

“Excuse me.”

Then, she tried to board the ship that was about to depart.

“… I need to check your ticket.”

“Right here.”

A crew member momentarily stopped her, and Watson handed over her ticket with a calm expression.

“Everything seems in order. Thank you.”

“…….”

As soon as the check was over, Watson snatched back her ticket and started walking briskly.

“… Excuse me, ma’am.”

However, a crew member suddenly grabbed her shoulder.

“What’s the matter?”

“A-Apologies ma’am, but could we inspect your luggage?”

“I was under the impression that luggage inspection wasn’t required with the purchase of the ticket.”

As the crew member asked with a slightly pale face, Watson muttered, tilting her head.

“The bag… has been shaking… continuously.”

“… Ah.”

Her expression turned icy upon hearing her reply.

“”………””

And then there was silence.

“… It’s a guinea pig.”

During the silence, Watson gazed at the crew member for a while before beginning to respond in a low voice.

“Why would you have that in a bag…”

“I’m a doctor. So I carry quite a few with me.”

“Is that so…?”

Trying to smile, the crew member nodded.

“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, ma’am…”

“I’m sorry… Miss Watson…”

“……..”

But at that moment, a distinctly human voice came from the bag, freezing her smiling face.

“Haaah…”

As cold sweat began to run down the crew member’s face, Watson, with a cold look in her eyes, sighed deeply.

“Here, take this.”

She pulled out 300 pounds from her wallet and slipped it into the crew member’s pocket while whispering in a chillingly soft voice.

“… Let’s not make a big deal out of this.”

The crew member, looking terrified, shook his head.

“Miss Watson…”

“If you’re so keen on bringing that up again, then by all means, keep talking.”2

“……”

The reason of the crew member’s fear was not the money, but rather the fear of the pistol in Watson’s coat pocket, faintly gleaming in the moonlight, ready to be drawn at any moment.

Footnotes

1. This is a gasping noise, to be clear.2. To clarify, she is threatening the crew member. I know it should be obvious but this slumped me at fast when /genesisforsaken