Chapter 174 Who Am I, Where Am I, Am I Myself?

Chapter 174 Who am I, where am I, am I myself

Moriarty is a person who doesn't like to be passive.

For him, it is impossible to passively wait for things to come to light. Therefore, after escaping from the pursuit, he not only did not rush to leave Camp City, but was bold and sneaked back into the building.

He knew very well that it was impossible to bring down these people with just a few words and his one-sided words. It was impossible for anyone in the Federation to do so. To put it bluntly, even if these people really gathered together to commit crimes, the Federation would probably choose to cover them up.

But he was not without opportunities.

So many people with great energy gathered together, and they were obviously organized and disciplined, which would arouse the Federation's vigilance, not to mention that he saw Adrian kneeling down to an Oriental man with his own eyes.

In an instant, two possibilities emerged in Moriarty's mind.

Either treason or cult!

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why a heavyweight figure with a high status in the Federation, who the president had to support when he saw him, would prostrate himself at the feet of another person with an extremely humble attitude.

There must be a shocking conspiracy!

Moriarty's blood boiled instantly. Whether it was his hatred for the cult or his burning patriotism, he was determined to investigate the matter to the end, but first of all, he needed evidence, definite evidence.

At least he had to find out who the mysterious Oriental man was.

So he turned back and took advantage of the fact that everyone was out looking for him and the interior was empty. He actually went back to the building and went all the way to the top floor, ready to find some key evidence to accuse Adrian and others.

However, as soon as he entered the first room, he saw Suna, who had just come out of the bath and looked unfriendly.

So when Adolf and others arrived, they saw Moriarty, who was swollen like a pig's head, and was firmly held down by several men in black.

"Is this Moriarty?"

Adolf held the photo in his hand, compared it with the unrecognizable figure, and asked uncertainly.

"It's him."

Suna sat lazily on the side, her tone was firm. As she was gradually eroded by the blood spirit, her abilities were gradually awakening, and she would never recognize the wrong person.

"No, I'm not, you recognized the wrong person!"

Moriarty was wearing a blue cleaning work suit, vaguely denying it desperately, but he found that he seemed to underestimate the status of this woman. Adolf believed in Suna's words and immediately waved his hand.

"Catch him and tell the master that we have caught him!"

"What about the Moriarty that Adrian and the others caught?"

The congressman around was puzzled.

"Of course, it must be fake, ours is the real one!"

Adolf smiled and said decisively.

On the other side, Adrian, who had just received the news from the warden and had controlled Moriarty and his assistant, was also a little dumbfounded when he heard the news.

Two Moriartys, who is the real one?

The result is that both sides believe that what they caught is real, and at the same time accuse the other side of fraud, and then they report the matter to Lu En, which makes Lu En speechless and has a strange sense of déjà vu.

True and false?

He suddenly became interested.

"Put the two Moriartys together to see who is the real one."

He didn't mind playing the role of Tathagata Buddha, and this kind of weird thing is likely to be mixed with extraordinary power. Without him to take charge, there might be some trouble.

When the fake is exposed, it will be angry and kill people directly.

But who can pretend to be a decadent middle-aged writer who is part-time detective? What is the other party thinking?

Creak.

The iron door of the prison was pushed open with force. Nim, who was handcuffed to the chair with Dalinna, raised his head and saw that it was not the prison guard who appeared, but a completely unfamiliar strong man with the logo of Ryan Military Industry on his chest.

An old man with a good complexion strode in from outside, and his sharp eyes swept across his face.

"Detective Moriarty?"

"It's me."

Nim replied in a deep voice, and shook his head slightly, stopping Dalina and looking at the old man.

"Who are you and what is your purpose?"

"You don't need to know who I am, I just need you to tell me truthfully, are you really Detective Moriarty?"

If Adrian wants to appear in public, he needs to plan like Adolf, so even if he mobilizes the people of Ryan Military Industry now, it is from his own authorization, pretending to be his distant nephew.

However, all the members of Ryan Military Industry who see him think that the illegitimate son may be more appropriate.

"Will someone pretend to be me, the great detective Moriarty?"

Nim is very calm, which comes from his own strong strength. Even if he fails and is exposed, these ordinary people in front of him can't stop him, and the iron handcuffs on his wrists and feet have no restraint at all.

"Your eyes are full of confidence, which only a true detective can have. I hope you won't lie to me."

Adrien glanced at him, turned around and walked out of the iron gate, and then Nim and others saw several men in black escorting a twisting figure in and locking him on another chair.

What.?

The two looked at each other, and exclamations rang in their ears: "Who are you, why do you look exactly like me?"

A irritable female voice.

Joanna stared at the two people in front of her in amazement, and even forgot to continue struggling. She looked at the person pretending to be Dai Lina, and then looked at herself, and found that it was like looking in the mirror, even the small moles and tiny scars on her face were exactly the same!

"You, you guys.!"

She was so shocked that she could hardly speak. At this time, the iron door clanged again, and a figure with a bruised nose and a swollen face, like a pig's head, was brought in and handcuffed to a chair.

Not far from the door, Adrian and Adolf looked at each other coldly, snorted at the same time, and each walked away with their supporters. A neutral congressman walked in a little excitedly and stood in front of the four people.

He took on the responsibility of identifying who was the real Moriarty and who was the fake one.

Clang!

The iron door was slammed shut. The congressman clapped his hands, attracting the four people who looked at each other with strange eyes. He smiled and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, we now have two Mr. Moriarty and two Ms. Jonah."

"Are you Moriarty?!"

Joanna looked at the pig-headed, dejected figure, widened her eyes, and then couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. You will have this day too. Were you hit by a train?"

"Quiet!"

The congressman was a little annoyed, looking at Jonah who was laughing wildly: "If you want to be like him, then you can choose to continue."

"Uh-huh!"

Joanna shut up decisively. Even if she died, she didn't want to become a pig-head.

"Very good, then can you tell me who is the real Mr. Moriarty and Ms. Jonah?"

The congressman nodded with satisfaction and began to ask.

"I'm real!"

The four said in unison, and then glared at each other at the same time: "He's fake!"

Nim didn't understand the current situation, but he and Dalina knew that once their true identities were exposed, the trouble they faced would definitely be countless times greater than now.

"Well, that means no one will admit it, but it doesn't matter, I have a way to distinguish the real from the fake."

The congressman waved his hand, and someone immediately handed him several books. He raised them, and the big words on the blue cover were very conspicuous.

The Great Detective Moriarty

"Obviously, this is the autobiography of one of you. I believe some of it is true. So please answer how many underground worms did Moriarty kill in the crypt of the tomb-robbing family."

"Thirty-two!"

Nim, who has an amazing memory and has already memorized the complete works of the great detective, answered calmly: "I used a hammer, explosives, and a pistol to kill a total of thirty-two terrifying underground worms!"

"What. I did such a thing?"

On the other side, the real Moriarty was confused and turned his head to look at Jonah: "When I dictated you to write it for me, was there this plot?"

"Of course, you said in person that you killed eight terrifying underground worms!"

Jonah has confirmed that this is the real Moriarty.

"Then why did you write thirty-two items?"

"Appropriate modification is essential. I just added a few more. If you experienced it yourself, why would you not remember it?"

"I, I just said I saw a few earthworms as thick as my arms!"

"Moriarty, you big liar!"

"This is just a metaphor. Do you understand metaphor?"

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Ding-ding!

The congressman knocked on the iron door with his cane and said to the two of them, "Very good, I have a clue."

"The second question is, in the case of the bride's death at Mogbi Manor, how many brides' rooms did you sneak into?"

"Three."

"Eight."

Everyone's eyes fell on the pig-headed Moriarty's face. Jonah was the first to react. She kicked past him with her long legs and gritted her teeth!

"Moriarty, you big bastard!"

"I can't remember, did I say three?"

"The third question, who is your mother?"

"Winnies." ×2

"What about the father?"

"Pero." ×2

"The third uncle?"

"Dakron." ×2

"The younger brother of the wife of the son of the second uncle who died?"

"Paul."

Nim did not hesitate, while Moriarty stared and thought for a long time, then said in shock: "I forgot what it was called, but why do you know it?"

"I have recorded my family members in detail in "The Great Detective's Family". I love them very much, especially Grandma Beyonce." Nim said, Moriarty blinked and suddenly fell into a kind of confusion.

Who am I, where am I, am I really a fake, why do some people know my family better than me?

"Have I written this in that book?"

He turned his head to look at Jonah.

"I don't know which damn idiot decided to let me write about my entire family. This is the book that received the most complaints. Your whole family occupies one-third of the whole book, and you tell me you don't remember them?!"

Joanna was even more crazy than him and looked at the congressman who asked the question.

"Don't ask anymore, he's fake, let him die!"

"No, I'm the real one!"

Moriarty was furious and yelled at the congressman: "Can't you ask some questions that only I and you know, but he doesn't know?"

"Don't look for problems in my book. Don't you know what proper fiction is?"