Becoming Professor Moriarty's Probability Novels & Stories

Looking back at the lady, who was now staring at me, I continued after taking a deep breath, “I’m not weak in mind. I do get tired after working, but it doesn’t mean that my brain has become weak. I’m a psychiatrist myself, wouldn’t I know if I was sick?” She sighed. “But we can’t see it from any other point of view. What do you want to say that if that person didn’t use the door, then he used the window? So I would like to tell you that there is no window in any restroom of that hotel. The restroom there is completely closed.” “I’m not lying either…” I murmured, watching her turn the laptop off. “We officers cannot know what was the crime history. We can only tell after seeing the probabili

“So I am the only one who isn’t getting anything, and i am the one who gave the lectures?” “I’m thinking. Those people up there were in close proximity and he forgot he is into blond girls.” I start the car and back out into the road. “Yeah?” “Maybe, forced close proximity will force professor to forget love.”

Loretta and I look at each other and all that goes through my mind is "This can't be, this must be some kind of prank. What are the chances of having a class with such a catty professor in my first semester? I knew it was something very rare to happen. Now, what are the chances of having two cat professors at the same university and in the same semester? My almost nymphomaniacal side was bordering on outburst at the mere thought. " I know you weren't expecting this sudden change, Professor Kate is quite respected in this subject, but I can assure you that I will also be able to handle it... "

Doug's smile grew even more wicked. "Professor Morty hasn't slept with Professor Campbell yet, huh? Fine, I'll show some mercy. I'll let Professor Morty watch from the side while I fuck Professor Campbell. At least that way, he'll get some satisfaction—if only mentally."

his finger brushed over the line of my panties and a breathy sigh left my mouth, “You can either take it eagerly like a good girl and get rewarded or try to fight it like a bad girl and get punished.” I moaned as he pushed my panties aside, and his finger casually brushed over my folds. It was so sensitive that I jolted upwards. “Professor.” I moaned shamelessly and grabbed his hand. He smirked at me before removing his hand that was now coated with my wetness, raised it to his face, and stared at it like a scientist would stare at a specimen before taking the fingers into his mouth, and he licked them clean. I combusted on the spot.

muttered Smith Ashcroft stared at him momentarily then returned back to his profiling analysis. "We reckon the first murder was likely to be a carefully considered attempt to hide some other crime: as it seemed hesitant and not well thought out”. “How accurate are these psychological profiles predictions?” Harper asked “A psychological profile amounts to nothing more than a statistical probability and if you and the police believe it is 100% accurate then you run a very real risk of ignoring other evidence. We can paint a picture of a typical serial killer based on profiles of the limited number of serial killers available, but this will not necessarily be accurate, or help you, It may eve

Moriarty’s voice called out. They stepped inside. The judge had already removed his robe. He was in a simple suit, his tie loosened, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Marcus was visibly angry. Peter looked lost. And Maximus? He simply couldn’t understand why Alexia was with Moriarty. "What the hell do you think you just did?" Marcus snapped. "You call that justice? You had everything you needed to build a solid case!" "Marcus, I understand your frustration," Moriarty said, unbothered. "But after reviewing all the evidence, the criminal records, and every available detail, I had to be honest with myself.

“Close the door.” I did. The lock clicked. “Sit.” He gestured to the chair opposite his desk. I stayed standing. “What do you want?” Marcus finally met my eyes. “You’ve been a good earner, Nyx. But your professor friend? He's in trouble. Been sniffing around my books for weeks. Asking questions. Threatening my operation.” I swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He laughed short, ugly. “Sure you don’t. But here’s the deal: you feed me everything he tells you.

however, the anti Christ was still poor , as poor as the poor in Hungary. "business again?"Dumont had asked. Adulf did not need to nod his head, just stare hard and Marco would know what he was looking for. if it were cigers ,he'd have been smoking off since. "you know."said Dumont"the cops come here In a bit." Adulf Cain snorted. you had 15 percent chance of a one night stand on the street, 4 percent if through a neighbor, 11 percent through a hotel...but in a bar, it was a high good stake.

“Professor Merlin said that I can’t use my relationship with Norman to finish the assignment. However, even if I did get his help, you still wouldn’t meet me, right?” Steve took a drag. “I see you understand that.” He remembered something and said, “Even though the modus operandi you mentioned was interesting, if we have to move that to the big screen, if the victim and the killer aren’t related, won’t there be less suspicion?” He thought Freyja wouldn’t be able to answer that, but she already had an answer. “The MO that I mentioned can be changed to fit the storyline.” “How?”