Became the Academy Romantic Phantom Thief

detective’s identity

It rained in London.

London has always been like that. A city where it is difficult to see the bright sunlight as it is enveloped in dark dark clouds.

The Industrial Revolution that began in London put an end to the Age of Mysteries and ushered in the Age of Iron and Civilization.

It must have been from then that the smog mixed with the dark cloud-filled sky of London.

“·················ogue.”

The girl felt the vibration of raindrops falling on the umbrella.

The chilly night air met the gloomy weather, freezing the city.

Even though winter was still a long way away, the white breath was already coming out.

The girl, who wore her hat tightly and dressed up, moved again.

The starlight that illuminates the sky is invisible because of the dark clouds, but the street lights that illuminate the city do not turn off and illuminate the world.

A girl enters one of the shabby buildings.

On the nameplate next to the entrance, ‘Homs Office’ was written briefly.

It was dark inside without a single light.

An interior that does not feel alive, as if no one lives there.

Sherlock stopped for a moment in front of the doorway, staring at the darkness, then turned on the lights.

A girl who puts an umbrella in an umbrella stand and takes a step.

The brightly lit interior scenery was difficult to see as an ordinary family house.

A sense of separation was felt from the basic structure to the living space, and the various scrapped articles stuck inside the office reminded me of it even more.

As soon as the girl entered the office, she headed straight to the back room. Sitting in front of a desk in a space that is supposed to be a study, he immediately begins to read a thick book.

A quiet silence followed.

Perhaps that’s what Sherlock’s original personality was, he kept quiet without making a small noise, let alone talking to himself.

All she could hear was a brief flirtation as she changed what she was reading.

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Most of the content refers to only one person.

Phantom Raven.

A person who has recently caused a stir throughout Britain and beyond London.

His crimes now meant more than simple crimes.

If you look closely, most of the content hanging on the girl’s desk as well as the office is all about Raven.

What do you even do that for?

As the night progressed, Sherlock did not stop analyzing the data without the slightest distraction.

That was then.

smart.

A light knock that breaks the silence.

The girl raised her head and stared in the direction of the entrance.

Were there any guests coming here at this hour?

Even if it’s not as ambitious as it is now, there hasn’t been any visitor to the Holmes office lately.

Sherlock got up and walked over to the door.

“Who are you?”

“That’s me. Sherlock.”

familiar voice.

Sherlock, who soon realized who it was, narrowed his eyes slightly.

When I opened the door, the woman I was expecting was standing there, wearing a dark coat.

A gadget that speaks fluently while wiping her wet shoulders.

“It hasn’t come recently and it’s raining again.”

“How did you know?”

“It’s the police.”

A subtle confrontation ensued for a moment. Gadget was the first person to open his mouth and talk.

“Can I come in? There is something I want to talk about.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m busy right now.”

“okay? It’s about a phantom thief, but it can’t be helped.”

As if it was obvious how the opponent would turn out anyway, the woman said so and turned her back without any regrets.

As expected, the girl caught the guest who was about to leave.

“Come on in.”

“Five. thank you.”

Gadget entered the office and glanced around. When I realized how detailed the innumerable amounts of data lying all over the place, I was truly amazed.

‘I just thought he was a genius…’

I have no choice but to acknowledge this kind of effort.

At least, Sherlock simply believed in talent and magic, and installed it was different from the idiot.

The only table in the office was the study desk where the girl was sitting earlier.

Sherlock puts another chair there and serves coffee.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t drink coffee.”

“It’s surprising.”

Gadget smiled bitterly.

Well, my impression is that I feel like I’m living with coffee.

In fact, it’s ironic that I don’t like coffee because I smoke it casually.

There was no other drink other than coffee, so fresh water was poured into the glass and poured out.

But what about the sudden visitor?

I should be grateful just for pretending to be treated like this.

The girl asked the female detective who was drinking water.

“What did you come here for?”

“Like I said, because of something related to the phantom thief.”

“Didn’t you say you couldn’t leave it to me last time?”

“It was. I know.”

In fact, that thought has not changed to this day.

Is it possible to catch him by relying solely on the ability of one detective?

Gadget was still skeptical of the question.

But things have changed.

The phantom thief reappears and this time throws a far more troubling riddle, and the investigation puts his team at risk of being expelled and the executioners in charge.

okay. That was the biggest problem.

Executors are simply police officers dedicated to ‘secret crimes’.

In other words, a national armed group that deals with matters related to bizarre wonders such as magic. Even if the same police officer is wrapped in a shell, the reality is that there is a difference.

Executors are never revealed to the world.

He hides behind the city as much as possible, handles the case quietly, and tries to maintain strict security so that the facts do not leak to the general public.

It was for this reason that the executioner had not been in charge of the phantom thief Raven until now.

Because he acted so conspicuously from the beginning. It is a situation in which the attention of the whole of Britain, beyond London, is already on him.

Nevertheless, the government made a decision as the investigation continued to be sluggish.

Even if it takes the risk of revealing the identity of the executioner, he will catch Raven.

“I need your help. Sherlock Holmes.”

“·················ogue.”

“I realized when I heard the address of this office. Why did your name feel so familiar?”

From the first time I heard it, I thought it was somehow familiar.

Because I must have heard the unusual name ‘Sherlock’ at least once.

“The bounty hunter who captured Jefferson Hope. That was you.”

The girl was not a detective.

A bounty hunter who directly catches and arrests heinous criminals.

Sherlock remained silent at Gadget’s talk.

After a while, when she opened her mouth, a calm reply came back.

“That doesn’t change anything.”

“Of course, that might be the case in this case.”

Regardless of how infamous she is as a bounty hunter, Sherlock is faithfully fulfilling his detective role in catching Raven the phantom thief.

Its reasoning power is not at all comparable to that of real detectives.

That’s why we need the help of this fake detective even more at this moment.

Now it’s time to get to the point.

Gadget took the card out of his pocket and held it out.

“This is a notice that was stuck in the mailbox of the Police Department this morning.”

“Police? Are you going to rob the police this time?”

“…we don’t know about that either. It’s something completely different from what it used to be.”

It would be quicker to see for yourself.

With that said, he handed the card, and Sherlock quickly took it and read it through his eyes.

After confirming everything, the girl spoke calmly.

“It sounds like a riddle.”

“Can you solve it?”

“I get a vague sense of it, but I don’t know for sure.”

At the honest answer, Gadget drooped in slight disappointment.

“Is that so···. Whoa.”

In fact, if I could have recognized it as soon as I saw it, I would have figured it out myself long ago.

In the midst of thinking about whether I should go out for a while and smoke a cigarette because I was feeling fresh.

The girl on the other side abruptly got up from her seat.

The startled Gadget asked in bewilderment.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to find something. Wait a minute.”

Sherlock starts to pack things one by one, wandering around the office, including the study.

When you finally get back to your seat and put your things on the desk.

thud! The desk sank slightly with a heavy sound.

Colorful papers that almost make you want to build a mountain.

Books, papers, newspapers, even photos and drawings.

All kinds of papers were gathered in one place.

“What is all this?”

“Data.”

Sherlock responded calmly and shook his hand.

“Now let’s look for it. What is the answer to that riddle?”

“…all of these?”

“yes. Do you have any problem?”

“·················ogue.”

At that moment, Sherlock’s emerald eyes lit up vividly.

***

The day was foretold.

I have a good feeling today that the night breeze is refreshing.

“Did you really crack the password?”

[Okay. Wouldn’t it be fun to solve it anyway?]

“Well, it is.”

Even if it had been solved, it would not have been the perfect answer.

Wouldn’t they try to block one or two potential candidates at the same time?

“Then let’s start slowly.”

It is also the beginning of a new performance.

Will he be able to finish the stage successfully?

How will my proud rival detective come out?

Let’s look forward to it a little.