Becoming Professor Moriarty’s Probability

Several hours had passed after Adler had returned to the back alley hideout for the first time after a long period of absence. In the sky… the moon was just beginning to rise and show off its enchanting presence.

"Good evening, everyone..."

Perhaps he had grown fond of the hound that had followed him from Baskerville to London, that’s why he had painstakingly washed the filthy beast in the bathroom with his own hands, taking hours to get it fully clean. Done with the cleaning, Adler had now appeared in the living room with the hound on a leash.

""..........""

However, for some reason that eluded his understanding, the living room atmosphere was far quieter than usual.

"... Huh?"

Puzzled for a moment, he soon realized that the living room was empty… which furthered the confusion clouding his face.

"Where did everyone go?"

"Grrr."