Mage Joan

"Joan, give him the club, I will fight him!"

Professor Moriarty grabbed the club and cast a provocative glance at Mr. Detective.

"How about some jackpots, two hundred gold Duga in a game, you shouldn't mind?"

Joan couldn't help but secretly say, the tutor is really angry, this is determined to squeeze out the money of Mr. Detective!

Mr. Pinkerton's face was slightly stiff, and he immediately rubbed the shoulder on the right side, grinning with teeth and a painful expression.

"Forget it today. I accidentally tripped by a stone when I came here. Now my arm still hurts a bit and I can't achieve my true level."

"Oh, which stone gave me this breath, I should really thank it."

Professor Moriarty dropped the club and lit the pipe.

"Ted, don't go around in circles, to be honest, you came here far and wide, what is the plot."

"Thanks to the gods, in addition to the dark conspirators like you, there are decent people with open minds like me."

Mr. Pinkerton sneered.

"It’s okay to tell you the truth. I came to Hot Springs for two purposes. First, I was invited to the wedding of my friend David Kaufman. This lucky man is about to marry Josephine, the most charming widow in the New World. Countess Antoinette de Poisson."

"However, everything is not perfect. On this festive day, there have been many murders in the hot spring resort, which makes our prospective groom very unhappy."

"The local police detectives are all incompetent. Mr. Kaufman had to ask me to help investigate the truth of the murder. It is best to catch the murderer before his wedding celebration, so as not to ruin the festive atmosphere."

"It turns out that way." Professor Moriarty played with the brand new heather root pipe and said casually: "I also heard about the serial murder case. It sounds like a veteran did it, but after all, this A little thing shouldn’t stop you, a famous detective who has experienced big waves."

"Just heard it?" Mr. Pinkerton also stuffed his large pipe with shredded tobacco and turned to Joan. "Boy, borrow a fire."

Joan snapped his fingers and used "magic tricks" to create a flame leaping at his fingertips, and skillfully lit the pipe for the detective Mr. who was approaching.

Mr. Pinkerton nodded his thanks, took a deep pipe, and then sprayed two long gray snake-like smoke from his nostrils.

Under the cover of smoke, Professor Ted Pinkerton sneered.

"Trovim, we are also old opponents, there is no need to covertly test each other, let me tell you the truth, what role did you play in this series of serial murders?"

"No kidding, Ted!"

The professor shrugged and spread his hands, his face innocent.

"I'm also a guest invited to the wedding. It's been less than half a month since I came to the hot spring town. The disappearance of the residents in the nearby wetlands can be traced back to more than a decade ago. What does it have to do with this outsider? "

"Your acting skills are as clever as before, Mr. Professor, but I won't be fooled by you anymore. You must know some key clues." Mr. Detective said with a certain expression.

Professor Moriarty sighed helplessly and smiled bitterly.

"Ted, what on earth do you want to believe that I am innocent?"

"Unless you assist me in investigating the case and help me find the real murderer."

Seeing Mr. Pinkerton's unsmiling expression, Joan suddenly realized that the reason why the big detective entered the door seemed aggressive, and threatened the professor with all kinds of threats. The real purpose was to force the other party to assist him in handling the case!

From the appearance, Mr. Pinkerton gave him the impression of a cold and tough guy. I never expected that this person is really cunning, and it is really unattractive!

Professor Moriarty is not obliged to assist Mr. Pinkerton in handling the case, but perhaps for the sake of preserving his reputation, he did not refuse the request of the other person in person, pondering:

"I’m busy doing a research recently, I can’t spare you to play this boring'mouse-catching game' with you, but I can take another way to show you the belief of safeguarding law and justice with practical actions ."

"'Maintain faith in law and justice'? Ha, it's ironic to say this from your mouth!" Mr Pinkerton sneered. "Well, I want to hear what action you plan to take. ?"

"Joan, come here."

Professor Moriarty winked at his students.

Jo Anton felt that something was wrong!

Looking at this posture, I am afraid that I can't feel at ease to play a "melon-eating mass."

However, the mentor had orders, and he had to obey, and could only walk past daringly, and after hearing the orders.

Professor Moriarty put his arms around the students' shoulders and said to Ted Pinkerton: "Although I have no time to do my own work to help you investigate the case, I might as well send my proud student to help you track down the murderer. How is it? "

Joan couldn't help but twitch the corner of your mouth, so you sold your "proud student"? But really a good mentor!

Mr. Detective didn't seem to expect Professor Moriarty to use such a trick, his face slightly stiff, his eyes narrowed and he looked at Joan up and down.

"Trophim, you don't want to help, but don't hurt this young man. The case is very dangerous. In case of an accident, I can't afford it."

"Ted, you too look at yourself too much. In fact, my students have experienced far more dangers than you might think. The battles on the battlefield are not afraid of Joan, and you are afraid of this little trick. ?"

Professor Moriarty put his arms around the students’ shoulders and declared confidently:

"My students not only have the strength to fight evil, but also lack of justice and courage. Joan is by your side, far more useful than me."

Ted Pinkerton hesitated for a moment, and a smile of self-deprecation appeared on his lips.

"The child's eyes look very simple, I must have not been poisoned by your evil thoughts, at least don't worry about him stabbing me from behind, and you, the respected professor, can definitely do such a thing!"

Joan scratched his head awkwardly, feeling that the situation was becoming more and more strange. How could he be a good college student who became a detective partner inexplicably?

At this moment, Mr. Pinkerton reached over.

Joan quickly shook hands with him.

This handshake means that he accepts the dispatch of his tutor and will assist the detective to investigate the truth of the murder as a temporary assistant.

"This is our partner, Carl, a very humane police dog. Let's get to know it."

Mr Pinkerton whistled and greeted the police dog, squatted down in his ear and whispered, as if introducing Joan to it.

Karl was really human, and ran to Joan, squatted directly across from him, and immediately raised a front paw.

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