The Great Mouse Detective Professor Ratigan นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It's because they have known each other for a long time but how? Mobius and Professor encountered each other in a classic cafe maybe eighty years ago. Where Professor ordered black coffee without sugar, and Mobius ordered the same coffee. And it made Professor excited and he asked him what was the reason behind his order. Mobius smiled, 'I can ask the same thing. Well, I love that bitter taste of coffee. So I ordered.' "I like the reason. By the way, I am Professor son of Dr Miles Geneolla." 'Professor Miles… Wow! Your father is an inspiration for all of us. Myself Mobius, one of your father's students. It's nice to meet you Sir.'

Mia asked, blinking. The small grey creature sat there, staring at them like they were the intruders. It held a piece of crust in its tiny hands. Chewed. Blinked. Continued eating. Daniel snorted. “Well, he’s got good taste.” Axel sighed and crossed the room, grabbing a plastic container and nudging the rat into it. “Relax, it’s just a field rat. They wander in sometimes when there’s food left out.” Lauren climbed down dramatically. “I almost died. Do you know what a rat can do to a woman in her prime?”

She knows that, Lady Marina likes to go to the library and in fact, Rita is the one she has been with the longest or has lasted with her behavior. I need to immediately find Rita and ask her! ******** [Director's Office] In the silent, dark, gloomy room standing in front of the director's table was none other than the famous Professor James Lenon. Without the usual expression on his face, he reports his finding an encounter. What they call a prodigy is very strange. With a deadpan expression, he emits an aura different from before, his usual jolliness and gentle smile were wiped out from his face. With a boorish bearing and demeanor, he told the Academy's Director his encounter.

the voice said. “What is it?” Mr Blackwood asked. “I think you might have gotten yourself a mouse who’s been sniffing around” the voice said. “Then take care of it” Mr Blackwood said. “It’s not as easy as it was back then sir…….the mouse I am talking about is a detective” the voice said. “ A detective?” Mr Blackwood asked. “Yes sir, he was recently transferred and he’s been hell bent on your case…….I don’t know how or where but he got his hands on your product” the voice said.

Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 I sat on the stainless steel stool, one gloved hand gently bracing a very grumpy gray tabby named Junebug as she flicked her tail and made her displeasure loudly known to the room. “Watch the hind leg,” Professor Kline said, half-distracted as he passed behind me, “They’re quick when they want to be.” “I know, I know,” I murmured, more to Junebug than to him, “I’m not gonna hurt you, sweetheart. Just checking your pads. That’s all.”

I warned, my voice trembling slightly as I followed him towards the thickets. We crept forward, our eyes scanning the underbrush for any sign of movement. The sound grew louder, and I could feel my heart racing as I struggled to stay calm. Suddenly, Malcolm burst through the woods, his movements swift and purposeful. He pounced on the source of the noise, his steel-like fingers closing around a large, dirty rat. He held it up for us to see, its fur matted, its eyes glinting with a malevolent intelligence. "This," Malcolm said in a low, grim voice, "is what's been wreaking havoc."

It looks away when I take off my clothes, and I chuckle. After taking the needed shower and a quick hair wash, my stomach grumbles, and the stomach of the wolf grumbles as well. “We are going to ea...” My words are cut short by the knock which makes me sigh in frustration. I crack open the door, and come face to face with Professor Malino, the queen of experimenting on animals herself. “Hello professor,” my voice shakes. I hold the doorknob, to ensure that she doesn’t try to get in. She chuckles, but I still I stand and look at her through the crack.

However, contrary to expectations, the display fizzled out from just a light jab from Frank, and it even blew up in flames. Shocked, the scientist promptly put out the fire, while Frank smiled in wry amusement and apologized. "Sorry, I was holding back, but it's just more fragile than I thought!" The scientist was left speechless. So that was why Igor was insistent that a bigwig be their lab rat—such freaky physical data would be unmatched, even among the rest of the world! In short, this man was the best lab rat! And over the remaining tests, Frank's results surpassed the norm by a country mile.

The man who held a knife to my throat and told me to run. He stood there in a black suit, calm and untouchable, as though none of it had ever happened. “Good morning,” he said, his voice smooth and collected. “I’m Professor Zander. I’ll be taking you through this course for the semester.” The classroom buzzed with whispers. Girls giggled softly, already swooning over the new professor’s looks. The guys leaned back, unimpressed. But no one, no one saw what I saw. His hands. His eyes. That night.

I didn’t want to play the game, but that didn’t mean I didn’t know how to. “You are being accused of no crime,” said the Rat King. “As you defeated the Mouse King, so now are you defeated.” I had assumed this was some sort of retribution for murdering innocent mice and their unborn mice babies. I genuinely regretted what I’d done, and wouldn’t argue that I deserved to be punished. I would still try to avoid that punishment — it wasn’t going to bring any of those mice babies back from the dead — but I certainly understood the reasons for wanting to bring me to justice.