Then, in this place, the silver-haired young man looked at the 'old man' in front of him, and for some reason, he subconsciously frowned.
Of course, this was not because of the environment or the smell of the clothes he was wearing, but because the inspector suddenly had an inexplicable feeling that this person should not be locked up here, or rather, he should not be here at all.
If there really is a God, I think He would hate humans for this.
At this moment, the silver-haired inspector had this thought, so much so that he spoke out his inner thoughts directly.
"If there really is a God, I think He would hate humans for this."
"Really? I think God neither hates humans nor likes them. Maybe God just doesn't have much interest in humans."
"It is because of punishment that the world is not loved by God. Is this the doctrine you believe in, Father Faria?"
"I don't know about that, but I like this world very much."
"You have been in prison for three years, from 1811 to 1814, and from what is known there is no possibility of your being released."
"Despite all that, I still like this world."
"............Hello, I'm the prison inspector, James Moriarty."
215: Moriarty: Faria!!! (7000)
"Although you probably know my name, let me introduce myself. Hello, James Moriarty, I'm Faria..."
Favia paused as he introduced himself to the silver-haired young man before continuing, "...Williams."
James Moriarty, now seventeen years old, is a freshman at a university in England and has already obtained a mathematics teaching position. From all aspects, he has a very bright future ahead of him.
The Napoleon of crime.
Of course, he has not made any important choices in his life yet and is still just a student.
Although his eyes are a little fierce, he still has some elements of a good old man and some elements of mental fragility. Generally speaking, if he is not in prison, the first impression he gives in college is that of a cheerful young man.
The reason why he came to the Chateau d'If in France at this moment was just because of the idea of "whether he could gain anything from the evil people imprisoned in the prison". However, in the past few months, Moriarty did not feel that he had gained much from these prisoners.
Because he was not saying that the food was bad or that he was wronged, but that he wanted freedom... He naturally understood that such a request was natural for someone in prison.
However, it is a bit of a pity... because in Moriarty's opinion it is too mediocre and not pure at all.
But in the dungeon of the Chateau d'If, James Moriarty felt that Father Faria from Italy was a little strange, but extremely interesting.
"Oh?"
Moriarty raised his eyebrows slightly, perhaps because he was a little surprised that the name "Williams" was not shown in the records, but he didn't think much about it. After all, in his opinion, it was just a name. Whether it was Father Faria or Faria Williams, there was no difference in the field of computing.
According to records, Faria worked as a secretary for a cardinal for 28 years and was then imprisoned in the Chateau d'If for unknown reasons. Although the detailed reasons were not recorded, based on the circumstances over the years, Moriarty could guess that the Italian priest was imprisoned because of issues related to Italy.
So he continued:
"I was sent here to inspect the prison situation and listen to the prisoners' requests. What do you want?"
"For prisoners, the biggest demand is naturally freedom."
Moriarty was a little disappointed. He thought he would get some more interesting ideas, but he didn't expect them to be so mediocre.
Being a criminal is not only a sin as defined by the world, but also a real "sin", so it is better to be purer.
"Why are you disappointed?" Although the silver-haired young man had good facial control, Favia could still see his disappointment from his subtle movements. "In your opinion, is it wrong for prisoners to pursue freedom?"
"That's a given, and I won't comment on it too much."
Moriarty did not show much reaction to his emotions being exposed, and just remained expressionless as before.
"Is that so?" Favia shook his head. "Then why do you think prisoners want freedom?"
"Because you are going to die, and therefore it is too painful."
"Yes, you are right. It is because you want to live that you feel pain. Your body wants to live, so it feels pain. This pain from your body does not only mean that you are still alive, but also means that you are fighting. You are resisting the fate of being eliminated."
In Moriarty's opinion, the priest in front of him was very strange, because he was different from all the believers he had ever seen. Even the impression of him being a priest was very vague. It would be easier to believe that he was a gentle old man.
"If guilty, then punish. This is not a personal requirement. Even if you give them freedom, it will only make them continue to degenerate."
"Indeed, if you commit a crime, you should be punished. There is no need to complain about it."
"It seems you know it too."
Moriarty stared at the old man in front of him.
It seems to be saying that if this is the case, there is no need to pray for freedom.
As if she could see through his expression, Favia smiled sheepishly.
"But if there is a man who was sentenced to five years of hard labor for feeding his sister's seven children with a piece of bread, and this completely unfair treatment caused him to escape from prison four times, but each time he failed, and he was finally released after serving eighteen years of hard labor, do you think this punishment is fair? Can't he pray for his freedom?"
"Of course you can." Young Moriarty said calmly, "However, Father, what you said is just a story, a guess. From a large-scale calculation, most prisoners do not need to seek freedom."
"Then do you know what crime I committed to be imprisoned?"
"There is no detailed record in the file, but I think that people like you, Father, will definitely get out in time, because you are very talented in languages and are a person who is very beneficial to human society. I will also make a good evaluation of you in the file and will not let you waste this talent."
"Yeah."
Suddenly, Moriarty saw Faria in front of him showing a somewhat lonely expression, so he subconsciously remained silent.
......Why did I suddenly become silent?
Before Moriarty could answer his doubts, the old man smiled at him.
"But what about those who have no talent? Are their lives wasted from the beginning?"
"........"
——The greatest conspirator in history, the mastermind of all atrocities, the nerve center that controls the underworld, the brain that determines the fate of the nation - this is the kind of person he is!
This is what Sherlock Holmes said about Moriarty in the original book.
But to be honest, most of the descriptions of him are mentioned in Holmes' mouth. If we follow the "Sherlock Holmes" written by Conan Doyle, he is a character created purely to end the life of Sherlock Holmes. He has almost no description and is just a tool to complete it.
However, in the Type-Moon world, James Moriarty is a real person, and he was even indirectly involved in Dr. Jekyll's attempt to remove the evil in himself and become the ultimate good man.
The best way to describe this person is that he doesn't want to destroy the world because he is evil, but he becomes evil in order to destroy the world.
That's right, he did not do evil out of any profound truth, but just out of his own logic. Ordinary people would know that Moriarty was definitely wrong if they used simple moral judgment. However, since Moriarty did evil out of rationality, it would be impossible to touch him without breaking his logic, and he had no logical flaws, which means that his logic cannot be broken at all, and we can only say "I don't agree."
“For example, what should people who are born with misfortune do?
Without parents, from a poor family, without any knowledge, needing food to survive, with an inconvenient mouth, without normal body parts that ordinary people have... Going a step further, what about children who were abandoned at the moment of birth, abandoned in the wilderness?"
Moriarty was speechless.
If he were old, he might be able to give a perfunctory or speculative answer, because he was the "Napoleon of the criminal world" at that time. Naturally, he would not bother about such a thing that he could not change. He would just laugh it off as a criminal who could not be restrained by morality, judged by the law, influenced by education, or convinced by words.
However, when he was young, he was a rational and cheerful person who had not been involved in too many things.
Hitherto he had lived by calculations of every kind.
His brain calculates what he has experienced so far and tells him:
Valuable people and worthless people are clearly distinguished from the moment they are born.
No matter how hard an incompetent person tries, he can never become a valuable person. "Hard work leads to success" and so on...it's really a huge misunderstanding.
No one "becomes" a talented person, but is gifted with talent from the moment they are born.
If killing a hundred useless people can save a thousand useful people, there will definitely be people willing to bear this sin.
So, does it mean that it is okay to waste people without talent, in order to give space to more useful people?
Although his brain calculated this, his heart stopped him from saying it.
No... Although this is true, human life cannot be judged so simply and clearly!
Therefore, young Moriarty could only lower his head and whisper:
"I do not know."
"Right, humans can no longer live as simply and clearly as wild animals, because we are not perfect enough to ignore sadness... No, that is not perfect. It is because we can feel sadness that humans have emotions, and life is not a necessary competition. I don't think this world should be a place where people have to fight hard for someone to care about another person."
"But, does Father Faria think that he can achieve everything as long as he works hard? If hard work is useful, there will be no weak people in this world."
Favia continued to answer with a smile to Moriarty's rebuttal:
"In the final analysis, there is no definite judgment on usefulness or uselessness. The view of things will change as one changes. Beauty or ugliness depends on how one interprets it. All people are born in the long history of mankind and die in the long history of mankind."
"It is indeed as you said, but people are indeed divided into useful and useless. Take the people you mentioned who are born with all kinds of unavoidable misfortunes. How can such people move forward so easily and survive tenaciously? Most of them will become real evildoers, and naturally they are useless to mankind. Please refute what I said!"
Although the man's voice was very calm, his heart was actually beating violently.
Moriarty felt that for the first time in his life, he felt so overwhelmed and excited. He couldn't wait to hear what the priest named Faria would say next. He was so excited.
What else can you say, Father Faria?
He couldn't help but think so.
However, Faria in front of him just nodded slightly and then turned his eyes away.
"...I admit this. It is a sin to demand progress without being able to personally experience the past of others. However, the limit of my language is only the limit of what I know. After all, since words are created by humans, they are definitely not perfect. Moreover, beauty is not perfect. It is created from emptiness according to people's own ideas."
".....Humph, it seems you have self-awareness."
For some reason, Moriarty felt a little bad at this moment.
Perhaps, he was expecting a more powerful rebuttal.
“But no matter what, there will be setbacks, or times when you can’t stand the glory of your goal and bow your head. Even so, there are some things you won’t understand unless you try. On the road to progress, even if you encounter failures and setbacks, you will feel great.”
Favia said this and coughed a few times.
"The reason why I admit what you said is that I cannot represent everyone, because I haven't seen them all, so I naturally dare not represent them without authorization. But I will speak for all the people who have witnessed me and continued to move forward despite the misfortunes. It is true that not everyone can succeed, but it is precisely because they have tried their best that the world can come to where it is today."
"Father, do you mean to say that the so-called goodness continues the world?"
Hearing this, Moriarty, who had a blank expression on his face, suddenly laughed.
"Weak good will only be ruthlessly trampled by cunning evil. In fact, most of the kings and so-called heroes who rose in history were evil. Anyone who reads history carefully will notice this. Even the founders of the church like you have countless blood on their hands."
At this moment, it was as if time had stopped, and the two of them did not move.
Moriarty's eyes were fixed on Faria, as if his gaze wanted to pierce through Faria.
And the words he uttered were enough to suffocate ordinary believers.
"Yes, it is indeed stained with blood. I admit that. No matter what the reason was, many people were killed after all."
But to Moriarty's surprise, Falive nodded without hesitation.
"For example, there is no human being who can't lie in this world. And lies are as inevitable as breathing. They are necessary for survival.
Therefore, no matter how noble the justice you want to promote, no matter how dazzling the ideals you want to uphold, you will not simply believe in such things. Even when you accept lies as a necessary evil, it will be the most reliable weapon. "
"Oh, that's not what a priest should say."
"Necessary evil is better than unnecessary good. There is no need to feel regret or shame for it. Victory against morality is worse than defeat with virtue. Even if condemned by heaven, the winner still has a chance to atone for his sins, while the loser has no chance to turn things around."
"...After saying so much, it is just the words of the victors. In such actions, the ones who suffer are always the kind and innocent people."
Moriarty retracted his smile and his face became expressionless again, but from his breathing rate it could be seen that he was forcing himself to remain calm.
"In this case, for the sake of the good and innocent people, can you destroy this world where evil people run rampant? James Moriarty."
"Hmm? What did you say—"
Next, Moriarty may find it difficult to forget the old man's light blue eyes and his words that shine like stars.
Although he didn’t use any magic, the voice resounded through his heart, and from those words, he felt that there was indeed a sincere wish poured out—
“Become the ‘evil’ that brings corresponding darkness, pain, and despair to those who wantonly plunder hope.”
"what?!"
"If it is you, can you do it? James Moriarty, can you do this? No, if it is you, you can definitely do it, Sir James Moriarty."
"Let's not talk about what evil this is, why do you think I can do it?"
"Because just like you, I calculated it, worked out the result of 'James Moriarty could do it', and came to the conclusion that 'James Moriarty can do it'."
Favia answered decisively.
"........Heh, people always want to challenge their own limits, and they can never control their desire to prove that their conclusions are correct. In other words, it's a boring thought. This is really a beauty without calculation."
Young Moriarty made a very heavy sound.
"If it's a coincidence, how many times does it have to happen in a row before it can be called inevitable?"
