"Moriarty."
Sherlock Holmes called out to Moriarty, who was tinkering with his own coffin, only to receive an extremely disdainful look from him.
"What is it? What do you want to say, you detestable Holmes who stole the incredibly important duty of narration from me?"
He acted like a child whose toy had been snatched away.
"...You actually still care about that?" Sherlock Holmes looked quite surprised.
Shaking his head helplessly, Sherlock Holmes spoke seriously.
"As for the specific plan, you should decide it."
"After all, you're better at schemes and conspiracies. As for what I'm good at, it's probably crushing them."
He seemed to be trying to encourage him.
"Hmm, I see." James Moriarty revealed a thoughtful expression. "In that case, give me the intelligence."
"I want every bit of information you have."
Smack!
Sherlock Holmes decisively slapped a folder against James Moriarty's chest.
"Huh? You're really giving it to me?"
James Moriarty looked somewhat surprised.
"We're on the same side now, aren't we? Go ahead and take it."
Sherlock Holmes was remarkably generous.
"Say, is this really okay?"
Lawrence had entered Gunshaft Tower before. Although he had been captured and taken inside, he had indeed seen the so-called "evil" Moriarty who intended to use a meteorite as a magical bullet to "kill" the entire planet.
Lawrence prided himself on having exceptionally sharp powers of observation—otherwise, he could not have developed the famous bacterial therapy—but...
He could not see any fundamental difference between the two Moriartys.
Perhaps the good one was simply weaker and more humorous?
But those were ultimately insignificant details.
"It doesn't matter. Just watch."
Sherlock Holmes smiled, not particularly concerned.
"However, Mr. Anno, Moriarty's plan will most likely exclude you."
Sherlock Holmes gave him a warning in advance.
"I know. It's nothing more than that bait-and-arrest