My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 337: Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Seven Professor

"Your wish will indeed be fulfilled, sir," Moran said respectfully, listening to the man’s instruction.

"This is quite an interesting restaurant," the man said with a smile, putting down his knife and fork. The beer here is delicious, and the cakes are exceptionally well-made.

They are even better than the ones he used to eat, all in all, the man was very satisfied.

"Manager, I would like to settle the bill," the man said, picking up his walking stick that lay beside him.

"Of course, sir, because..." Chen Ze came out, needing to explain to the customer the particularities and rules of his restaurant, and it seemed this middle-aged man wasn’t someone pressed by daily life.

"I guess you don’t accept British Pounds here, do you?" the man said attentively looking at Chen Ze, interrupting him.

Although this was a bit impolite, the man needed to verify something he had in mind.

"Yes, customer," Chen Ze was taken aback for a moment, as this man was one of the few who could tell that local currency was not accepted.

"Then I will use this to pay," the man said, taking out a pocket watch and placing it on the table.

Moran’s eyes narrowed, his expression changed for an instant but quickly returned to calm, standing respectfully behind the man.

Chen Ze curiously took the pocket watch; speaking of which, he also had one, given to him by another customer before.

But this pocket watch was different from the previous one, with finer craftsmanship and even protected by fine calfskin leather, it was apparent that its owner cherished it.

"Is this alright, sir? This pocket watch seems very important to you," Chen Ze hesitated.

"Of course, I am James Moriarty, and I will come again. I really enjoyed your light cheesecake," Moriarty said, donning his gentleman’s hat then prepared to leave through the door. freёwebnovel.com

Chen Ze was stunned for a moment. James... Moriarty? Moriarty!

"Mr. Moriarty, may I ask what you do for a living?" Chen Ze quickly asked as Moriarty was about to leave.

He had to confirm it, although there were few who would bear that name, but what if?

What if it really was the one he knew of...

"I?" Moriarty turned around, his eyes deep.

"I used to be a university professor, now I am a military instructor, but I prefer to be known as a professor," Moriarty said politely, tipping his hat.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Manager?" Moriarty asked, smiling at the astonished Chen Ze.

"Er... No, nothing at all, customer. You’re welcome to come again," Chen Ze waved his hand, truly, it was him...

"I shall visit again," Moriarty said as he walked out with Moran, closing the door behind them.

"Manager, you seemed to know that customer?" Betty asked curiously, looking on and then began to clear away the plates and cups.

"Sort of," Chen Ze didn’t say much.

If it had just been the name, Chen Ze wouldn’t have been able to confirm it was him, but after learning about Moriarty’s past, Chen Ze was almost certain that this James Moriarty was the same super-villain, the criminal genius Professor Moriarty from "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes."

A very dangerous individual with a supremely high criminal IQ, Holmes regarded him as his greatest enemy, although ultimately he fell to his death over a waterfall in Conan Doyle’s writing.

But one must admit, he was a true genius, and in The Valley of Fear, Moriarty’s character became fuller and even more distinguished.

"However, since Professor Moriarty is present, does that mean the great detective Holmes and Watson will also be coming together?" Chen Ze felt an urge as if he was about to meet his idol.

"Interesting." Professor Moriarty sat in the carriage and gently tapped his fingers.

He had just noticed something, the manager’s emotions seemed off after hearing his own name.

A bit excited and a bit incredulous? It was roughly such emotions, so Professor Moriarty found it very interesting.

Moreover, the other party had specifically inquired about his occupation, which led Moriarty to speculate in his mind.

But that magical restaurant...

"Sir, are you going back now?" Moran sat beside Moriarty.

"Yes, when I was eating that light cheesecake just now, I had an immature idea, and what we need to do next is to teach that detective who’s always troubling me a small lesson." Professor Moriarty closed his eyes, and next, he would go search to clarify that bit of gossip and the person behind it.

Meanwhile, Chen Ze had no idea that the cake he made had inspired Moriarty, as he was chopping vegetables in the kitchen.

"Manager~" Betty leaned in.

"What?" Chen Ze asked while continuing to chop vegetables.

"Well, there haven’t been any customers so far~" Betty said with a fawning look, appearing as if she had a guilty conscience.

"So?" Chen Ze looked at her with empty eyes, guessing what she was getting at.

After all, back when he was working, he often had this thought himself, which was to leave work early and then rest at home to his heart’s content.

"It’s just that... recently, Lindsay has been staying up late to play games, and she nearly died last night, I... I’m a bit worried..." Betty bit her lip, knowing her own thoughts were rather excessive.

After all, Chen Ze’s place could truly be said to be a fantastic workplace, with high wages, the option to receive an advance on the salary, occasional bonuses from Chen Ze, and most importantly, a leisurely work environment.

Such jobs were essentially welfare institutions, and Betty thought that if these jobs were available, whether on the positive plane or the negative one, there would be a horde of people scrambling for them.

"Lindsay nearly died? What happened?" Chen Ze immediately focused on the key point.

He knew who Lindsay was, after all, his own bizarre games often had people clamoring for updates in the comments.

And she was a genius, a computer wizard who had taught herself from scratch and could now make games.

"She was always in front of the computer, and when I called her, she wouldn’t respond, plus she had very heavy dark circles under her eyes." Betty was genuinely worried about her friend’s health, knowing that succubi can also die.

"I see... Alright, then you go off work early today and tell Lindsay to take care of herself." Chen Ze nodded, since there were no customers at the moment anyway, and after Betty left, he could try out the specific effects of those glasses.

"Thank you, Manager!"