Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain - Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain chapter 133

133 – Phantom Thief vs. Phantom Thief (2)

It was a dark night.

The area where Charles Augustus Milverton’s mansion was located was an area where many wealthy people and politicians lived, so there were almost no drunkards on the streets who used to cause chaos in London.

Everything was quiet and seemed peaceful at first glance, except for the occasional patrolling police officers following a set time and route.

And in this peaceful time when everyone was sleeping, Watson could not hide his excitement.

“W, that’s vulgar, so stop breathing.”

“Ha…… Ha… …. That… But ho… Ah, no S! Main… It feels like it’s killing me. This… Is this okay? If you really cross the line…… Ugh… “I feel like it’s over!”

Holmes and Watson were moving about their work, calling each other by code. Everything was going according to plan.

Starting in the late afternoon, I spent some time at a nearby cafe, pretending to sip on a drink and reviewed my plan before quietly heading out as night fell.

The cold night air greeted the two ladies. You couldn’t tell because they were wearing long coats, but both of them were wearing pants.

Holmes himself was always like that, so it was no different from usual, but Watson kept fiddling with his pants, as if he was still not used to it.

Of course, I had no choice but to get scolded by Holmes. It was unfair for Watson.

Because the feeling of being stuck was awkward. Above all, it didn’t fit well because it was borrowed from Holmes. His thighs were tighter, but his pelvis area seemed like it was going to fall out, probably because Holmes was taller than he was.

More than anything, the hem of Holmes’ pants was uncomfortable because he was taller and had longer legs than he was.

“I just said that skirts are comfortable for me.”

“It’s a matter of efficiency, Goldfish W. The reason I insist on wearing pants is so I can run fast. Get used to it.”

“… “I thought, S, that you just have a slightly unusual castle wall— yay!”

“Be quiet.”

Holmes sneakily poked his finger again, so Watson, who let out a brief scream, soon fell silent. He felt as if he were a hunting dog being trained by his master, but he was afraid of Holmes’ fingers, so he followed him quietly.

They headed to the back of the eerie mansion.

Milverton owned a fairly large mansion with money raised from various victims, and a small garden was built in the back, making it easy to break in secretly.

However, a small problem occurred.

Watson could once again feel that his friend was truly like a light-hearted fairy. Even in the back of the mansion, there was no iron cage to block intruders.

It wasn’t as strong as a medieval castle, but it wasn’t high enough for an ordinary person to jump over.

But his friend jumped up as if he was lightly jumping and jumped over it.

Watson herself was a witch, so she was physically stronger than the others, but no matter how hard she tried to follow, she couldn’t overcome it.

Sighing as if he had already expected it, Holmes took out the tool bag he had brought with him and quickly began cutting the iron bars.

“So let’s just get homemade bombs.”

“That’s stupid, is there anything you can do to gather the police officers patrolling nearby? Anyway, you’re really bothering me because I can’t even jump properly, W.”

“Wow… This is what you originally planned to do! Anyway, Holmes… Oh no, S! I’m better at sawing than I thought. I guess I could be a surgeon, right? “With that amount, it would take less than 5 seconds to amputate a patient’s leg.”

“Such ignorant work doesn’t suit me.”

“I… S? Me… Am I also a doctor first? “What does that mean?”

Of course, Holmes did not bother to explain further to Watson. He believed that even Watson would be able to understand that.

Instead, he silently focused on cutting the iron bars with a hacksaw, as if cutting off a patient’s leg.

With such speed and precision that Watson was impressed, a space was soon created for people to pass through.

However, there was also an unexpected small problem.

“It’s later than I thought. “Because someone was a pig, we had to cut more than we had calculated.”

“Okay… Not a pig! Go… “It just couldn’t get through the chest!”

“Carrying around that vulgar lump of fat showed me again that you are light on the head.”

“You… too bad!”

Holmes could not help but feel pitiful for his friend once again. He thought he could get through the iron bars with just a few cuts, even if it was a little uncomfortable, but his dull friend couldn’t do that.

It was a few minutes late, but there was no denying that the plan was starting to go astray. Therefore, ignoring Watson, who was crying, Holmes accelerated his pace and approached the mansion. Watson followed, still rubbing his chest.

As she had heard from the maid in advance, she moved to the place where it was easiest to break in. It was in front of a window on the first floor, but since it was a window used as a warehouse, no one came in, and above all, it was a place where you could easily come in and out with a little manipulation.

But Watson had no choice but to ask cautiously when he saw Holmes suddenly stop, having taken out a tool to open the window.

Even though Watson was right in front of the mansion, he lowered his voice to almost a whisper.

“What’s wrong? Is there any problem? Should I just break it? I… “If it doesn’t work out, I’ll use magic…”

“There’s a problem.”

“What?”

In response to Watson’s question, Holmes put the tool he had specially made to open the window back in his bag and opened the window, which was his goal.

The window, which was obviously supposed to be locked from the inside, was easily opened despite no tricks being used.

You’re lucky.

Watson thought to himself. But Holmes had other thoughts.

“That’s strange.”

“… Why? “Isn’t that good?”

“I can’t be sure because it’s dark and I can’t observe properly, but… …. But don’t turn on the light, W. We’re thieves now.”

Holmes then skillfully went inside first, and then Watson had to climb out the window, whimpering, with Holmes’ help again.

While sighing at the pitiful appearance of his dull friend, Holmes asked his questions.

“It could be that the maid simply forgot and left the window open…” …. Just know that it’s possible that someone else opened it.”

“What?”

“It means there might be other guests besides us.”

“Now… “Wait a minute, is this the study?”

“Shh!”

Holmes then took a step forward. Watson, who had vaguely known the structure of the mansion since he had already made a plan with Holmes, could not help but be surprised that his friend was acting differently from the plan.

However, when Holmes pointed a finger to his mouth as if telling him not to raise questions right now, he had to remain silent.

I couldn’t understand it, but since Holmes was the more expert, I had to obey him.

The two ladies began walking down the dark hallway quietly, in silence.

As he was making his plan, Watson was able to see once again that what Holmes had said was true.

“Anyway, can we do it right?”

“Watson, it’s a foolish worry because I have expertise of my own. I don’t really want to, but even if I didn’t do detective work, I could still make a living by stealing. “Because I have such small skills.”

“Don’t you usually do things normally?”

“It’s just an assumption. And ordinary things are boring.”

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At the time, I accepted my friend’s non-joking joke, but after seeing it in person, I could see that it was not an exaggeration.

Even though he was wearing silent shoes that Watson himself had designed, Holmes was moving silently as if he had used magic.

When walking in such a quiet hallway, you would naturally hear small breathing sounds, subtle eye blinking sounds, or heartbeat sounds, but Watson could only hear his own.

If he hadn’t seen the dark figure of his friend leading the way, he would have thought he was walking down the hallway alone.

Watson could tell that they were going near the veranda behind the study, not Milverton’s study, which was their original target.

While everything was quiet, as if even the maids and servants were asleep, Holmes finally quietly opened the door, crouched low, and took the lead as if creeping inside. Watson followed suit, looking at his friend’s buttocks.

It was obviously a dark study room, but there was a faint light.

Is Charles Augustus Milverton staying up all night, keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings? However, Watson soon realized that it was not Milverton who created the light.

Holmes still silently pointed his finger to his mouth as if to signal silence, but his eyes shone sharply and were fixed on his study.

Apparently, other than Holmes and Watson, another night guest was already visiting Milverton’s mansion.