Yuukoku no Moriarty - Ep 21 (gọi tắt là “Moriarty #68”)

If the criminal maniac is the one who killed Whiteley... What's wrong, Haruson? John, what's that? This is Mary Morstan. I am working as a live-in tutor at Mrs. Forrester's. I'm a bit late in saying this... We're getting married! Huh? Mrs. Forrester—wasn't she the one who consulted me about two months ago? That's right. After the incident, I was invited to dinner by the lady, and I was the only one who came over. That was when I met her. Yes. When Mrs. Forrester heard that Mr. Holmes would not be attending the dinner party, she was truly disappointed. But I'm glad I went. After all, that's how I met Mary. So? Besides the marriage announcement, you have something else you want to talk to me about, don't you? Hey! What on earth are you suddenly saying, Sherlock! Sherlock, she's just nervous... John, just as Mr. Holmes said. Huh? But it seems like a rather bold request... Try speaking. Please take a look at this first. Amazing! I've never seen such a large pearl before. With a size like this, one grain alone could last half a year. This pearl has been arriving one per year on the same day, suddenly, for the past six years. The sender's name is missing from the letter. Can you tell me the story in chronological order? Yes. To begin with, I must first tell you about my father. My father was stationed in India in his capacity as a merchant, and since my mother passed away early, I was entrusted to a full-time boarding girls' school. That was ten years ago— I received a telegram from my father saying he wanted me to come to the hotel where he was staying during his vacation. I eagerly headed there, thrilled at the prospect of our long-awaited reunion... My father had disappeared without a trace, leaving his luggage in the hotel room. Since then, up until now, there has been no word of them. Why do you think the disappearance of your father is connected to those pearls? Recently, I heard that my father, during his posting in India, became quite close to Major Shorutu, a fellow member of the same unit. When I suspected you might know something, I looked into your residence and discovered that you had passed away six years ago. I see. The pearls started being given around the same time six years ago. That's why I thought there might be some connection. Please, Mr. Holmes. I want to know the reason for my father's disappearance. Please help me. Got it. Let me check. I'm sorry, John. I'm suddenly springing this on you like this. It's alright. Sherlock will surely find the truth. Thank you. Mr. Monster was quite a fascinating person, wasn't he? Charisma? I didn't really notice anything special about it. You're kidding. You didn't notice? Do you even have feelings? The real issue is that she's still hiding something. Conditioner? It is a large mansion purchased shortly after Major Sholto returned from India, about eleven years ago. The lieutenant colonel who retired from the military is said to have succeeded in business overseas and brought back a large sum of money along with rare and unusual items. No matter how much I searched, I couldn't find any records of him doing business in India. It is said that after returning home, Lieutenant Colonel lived a luxurious life, yet for some reason began to greatly fear going out alone. There was also an incident where he shot a white heir who had apologized and offered a false promise. A white man of false principles? Rus? John, come here! What on earth is the matter with you, Sherlock? Breaking in like that, without permission. Hey, are you okay? Damn it! This is! It's finally starting to look like an actual incident. What is it? Short, that's his twin son, either Sarius or Barsolemio. This is clearly murder. John, take a look. What's this, like a thorn? Probably a poison needle. Not British-made. You are, by any chance, Miss Mary Morstan? Why have you come to this mansion... Borsomio! Such... What on earth is this... You must be Sarias, the younger twin. Mary's father's disappearance and the gifted pearls. And I'll explain all sorts of things about this corpse. After the shooting incident, my father rarely went out. Six years ago, my father, upon seeing the mysterious four marks carved into the gatepost of the mansion, I gently pushed it. My father, who had been bedridden ever since, finally confessed something. This... is... It's Aguran's treasure. It is merely one of them. It was not from business that I acquired my wealth, I acquired the treasure unexpectedly, thanks to my subordinate Morse Tan. I soon retired and brought the treasure back to England. A year later, Morse Tan returned to his home country and came here. However, we had a fierce argument over the division of the treasure. Maybe I could have been saved if I had called for help. But please. I'd like you to return the treasure to Mastan's daughter. The treasure is in this mansion... Ah, the monster's here! Kick that man out! I ran over to the window, but there was no one there. When I turned toward the bed, my father was already dead. After my father's death, I searched for the treasure together with my brother, but we couldn't find it. At the very least, I had been giving her one pearl per year. So that's how it is. I'm sorry, Mary. So there it was after all, the treasure within the frame. But just recently, my brother finally discovered the treasure, though I never expected it would turn out like this. This was found in a safe after my father's death. It's Indian paper. A map of something, arranged in a cross, with four blood buns placed around it, Jonathan Small, Abdullah Tonga, John Shold, Arthur Moostan. Who are these two men, Small and Tonga? I don't understand. Sarias, go to the police first and tell them what happened. Yes. Now, this is the last point from which we can turn back. What on earth do you mean, Sherlock? That man whom Lieutenant Colonel Shorudo had feared, and the death of his son, Basolmyu. This is clear evidence that someone is after the treasure. Moreover, they're a bunch that doesn't hesitate to use any means necessary. There's no guarantee we can protect Mr. Moestan from here on out. I think this is the right time to quit. Moreover, the original purpose shouldn't be about acquiring treasure, right? I cannot expose Mary to danger, that's for sure. I'm curious about the culprit, but I've also learned enough about your father and Shinji. Leave the rest to the police, and let's go home. Either we or Lord Sadias will... I think the right to kill Barusorimyū is at stake. After breaking into this house without permission, I found that the entrance to this room was locked. There is no one else besides these three who can prove each other's alibis. If it isn't us, then Sadias-san will be the next one suspected. I should find the real culprit, for Sadias's sake. So that's how it is. On the surface, it's about helping people, but perhaps the real intention is that catching the culprit will naturally lead to discovering the treasure. Mary's goal is treasure from flowers—specifically, black gold that could be chewed during military service. If the intended use has already been decided, then Mary is very likely involved in a horrendous crime. If you're trying to marry John while hiding something like that, I have to expose it and reveal the truth myself. For John's sake. So, I just need to prove that someone other than us was here. Then it's already done, isn't it. First, the perpetrator who killed Bartholomew was a duo. Just now, when I examined the ground directly beneath this room, I noticed footprints and round depressions alternating with each other. The man who, according to rumor, was the one feared by Sholto's father. And the three people by the window, with marks where they had rubbed the rope. Judging from the footprints in this room, the other person must be a small and nimble individual. That thing climbed up all the way to the window of this room and broke in. Lower the treasure chest that was in this room using a rope, The man who received the counterfeit money, I suppose. It is clear from these traces that the perpetrator is a third party. Isn't the culprit not Small and Tonga, but rather someone among the four signatures? What? My father was an officer commanding local troops in India. But if one infers from there, They were probably subordinates of their father. That keyboard was made as a contractual item, wasn't it? So Major Sholto, who had hoarded the treasure all to himself, was afraid of revenge, then? But how should I go about chasing after the perpetrators...? Then it's easy. The culprit apparently accidentally broke a bottle of creosote while lowering the box. That intense smell, though, can't be washed away. Let me introduce it. It has led to the resolution of many incidents before as well. Toby, an excellent search dog with superb skin. Wiggins, that was tough on you. It ended late at night. If you find it successfully, you'll also get a reward. There's nothing I can do about it. Mary, you came in the carriage that Mr. Wiggins rode in, Would you come back to Baker Street? Yeah. Leave the pursuit of the culprit and the treasure from here to us. I understand. Please be very careful. Alright, let's get going. Toby, I'm counting on you. I've made the coffee, Sherlock. Thanks a lot. Is there any movement on the ship? Steam was visible. We're almost ready to set sail. Small should appear directly and flee. If that happens, I'll chase after it and catch it. Why go to the trouble of chasing after it? Isn't it over as soon as we catch them before departure? Then I can't protect Mary. Huh? What are you talking about? As for the man who committed murder, The other person's crime is limited to blackmail and theft. When emerging from nowhere after several years, If the treasure is in Mary's hands, They will surely come back to steal again. Therefore, in order to avoid their retaliation as well, He needs to let go of his obsession with the treasure. How do you even do something like that... It's a bingo! A fake white man. That guy is Small! Restreid! Set sail! Catch that ship! That really is a murderer on that ship, isn't it! Don't make me say it again! Hurry up! Don't turn on the light, or they'll notice! Honestly! Consider my situation, too, who borrowed the boat from the yard without permission. Set sail! About 50 yards away! Good, propulsion is more than sufficient. Light! Jonathan Small! Abdila Tonga! I've seen through everything you've done! Hand over the treasure of Agla you obtained by killing Bartleby! Idiot! Why would anyone else do that but us! So you guys are really Baccarat after all! Shut up! I paid a lot of money for it, didn't I! You're also an accomplice! If you don't want to get killed, then shake me off! Quietly hand over the treasure to us! Don't you dare collapse! This treasure is ours! Sherlock! If you don't want to die, stop the ship! Damn it! Are you really planning to kill us and steal the treasure anyway! Tonga! Sherlock! Danger! I can't go any further! The bullet will explode! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Better to lose it myself than let some other bastard take it! I can't get my hands on the treasure now! So that's how it is! Ah, so this is how it is—Small willingly gave up the treasure of his own accord. Smoll's testimony turned out to be roughly as the two had deduced. I'm glad the culprit was caught safely. And the treasure? Mary, it's about that... Small threw it away himself. If it's just going to end up in someone else's hands, then there's no point in holding on to it. If I had something like that within reach, Mary You'll end up being targeted by Small and the others again. Treasures are unnecessary for us, you know. I can't do it without that... Why do you want to obtain the treasure so desperately? I've been wondering about it all along. Even if you heard about the treasure's existence from Sarias, I wasn't particularly surprised. That is, knowing about the existence of the treasure while They hid it from us. And even after the murder has taken place I tried to obtain the treasure rather than save myself from danger. However, on the other hand, you also have a job. I haven't sold a single one of the pearls that were given to me. In other words, I'm not actually struggling financially in everyday life. In that case, the only possibility left is one. Extortion Zuboshi ka? Wait a minute Is it really true, Mary? What exactly is blackmail? If you don't hand over the treasure To keep my marriage to John constantly ongoing Who on earth would say something like that? Such a pretentious little faker The only one in London. Extortion Charles Ovastus Milburtown Next time, the Dark Forest Artie The culprit is two people.