141 – Irene Adler (1)
Fred Forlock pretended to read the newspaper to ignore the annoying visitor, but inside he was clearly expressing his resentment towards someone.
‘He’s such a damn human being…’ …. Go bald. Please, get that damn wolf cub in heat and attack him! That person is a weakling, so he will definitely die a miserable death.’
Of course, the target of his resentment was a professor who could be said to be his superior.
Of course, he knew full well that his hopes were hopeless either way.
Someone, by no means Porok himself, but in any case, unlike anyone, the professor was so young that even though he was now in his thirties, his appearance alone could have been mistaken for a young man. He was already a little afraid of his forehead getting wider. Unlike himself, who washed or shaved his hair every day and was afraid to look in the mirror, his hair was also full.
That wolf cub was just as hopeless.
Even the wolf cub who was already into playing house next to the professor as if he were his wife always seemed to be in heat and gave off a lewd smell, so I was disgusted every time I saw him, but the professor seemed to be a eunuch and didn’t even flinch. Because I didn’t do it.
‘The world is so unfair, I feel like a dog.’
When that thought came to him too late, he let out a curse. He stroked his forehead, which had, without realizing it, begun to widen noticeably with the naked eye over the past few years.
But even at that moment, Porok could not help but be surprised at himself.
As he was born on the streets, he was an expert enough to write a dictionary of creative expressions that were vulgar and degrading to others.
It is said that he has shortened it these days due to the professor’s frequent criticism, but whenever he calls someone or thinks of someone, he always prefaces their name with ‘bastard,’ ‘always horny like a prostitute who was possessed by the devil,’ ‘who sold her anus to her uncle,’ ‘ They used to put it on their backs.
However, even at this moment, when he was suffering because of the professor’s unfair behavior, he could not even dare to think of saying any abusive language in front of the professor.
Fred Forrock vaguely assumed that he was just afraid of the professor, as he had never thought of himself as a loyal or trustworthy person, but he still frowned at the article that was widely displayed on the front page of the newspaper. I frowned.
– Missing Edwin Drood, torso body found in Thames? What does Scotland Yard do?
‘S-Pal, the other guy will come too.’
Even now, there was a nobleman sitting in front of me looking at me with an unpleasant expression, and I thought that someone else might come by soon. No, I was sure.
I was able to remember that Edwin was killed by someone the professor had consulted a few years ago. And yesterday, his body, which had been officially missing, was suddenly discovered on the banks of the Thames River with his torso, limbs, and head cut off.
Of course, it was only assumed based on some evidence showing the identity of ‘Edwin Drood’ inside the sloppily worn suit, but the media was already talking about a similar incident that had occurred a few days ago.
No longer could he completely ignore the ‘guest’ in front of him, so Porok quietly put down his newspaper and raised his head.
“So…… Mr. Gray, are you there yet? “I can understand his complaints, but I can’t meet M in person, you know that, right?”
“I…” “I told him that I felt uncomfortable about this incident and that I wanted to complain to him directly, wizard.”
I also hate people with blue blood flowing through their veins.
Porok clicked his tongue inwardly, but tried his best to remain polite.
To this day, Fred Forrock manages an old pub in the West End. In fact, this place was like his office.
Porok pondered that since it was clearly one of the symbolic places for the professor, he was probably entrusted with managing it himself.
It’s relatively rare these days, but originally, M’s criminal advice was given at this old bar.
As such, it was certainly rare for the ‘young’ nobleman in front of me to set foot here. As soon as he saw the several thugs guarding the first floor, he frowned without realizing it and was unable to control his facial expressions, literally showing the appearance of a young man who had no idea about the world.
However, similar people often visited M to ask for advice, and Porok was in charge of responding to them one by one as the professor’s ‘right hand man’.
Of course, the expression “Right-hand man” Was only Porok’s own opinion, and if Moran had heard, he might have laughed at him and argued with him.
Dorian Gray.
Porok couldn’t help but worry as he looked at the ‘young’ nobleman who still had no intention of leaving no matter how hard he tried to tell him that it was impossible.
‘No, I’m not young, I’m over 40.’
When he thought about that, no, as a wizard, he could sense a certain energy from the man in front of him, so he almost clicked his tongue.
Lord Dorian Gray was handsome enough to rival his superior, Professor James Moriarty, in appearance alone. At best, unlike his appearance of being in his late teens, he was a middle-aged man well over forty.
Porok does not know what means he used. I don’t even want to know. But he was certain that it was a dog-like method.
It was clear that he was a dirty guy, as he had a history of being a customer of the professor in the first place.
“I made a fair deal with M. “I can’t stand by and not stand by when trust is broken like this.”
“Just a moment, teacher.”
In the end, he wanted to use some coercive means. When Porok rudely interrupted him, Dorian Gray glared at the wizard.
However, ignoring the noble master’s gaze, Porok took out a small notebook with a dirty cover from his inner pocket and began to search for something.
It was a notebook where the professor’s ‘special’ visitors were intentionally collected separately. Of course, Porok didn’t make it personally; he kept it because the professor told him to.
However, Porok tried to find a name, but he could not find it. He smiled humbly and asked the monk in front of him.
“That… “Excuse me, isn’t Gray Gray?”
“It’s a, not e.”
A shallow, ignorant bastard.
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While Dorian Gray maintained his dignity on the outside, he cursed the commoners on the inside, and the wizard tapped his finger on his notebook in admiration, as if he had finally found it.
“Ah, it’s here, teacher.”
However, after examining the faint lines of writing he had scribbled a few years ago, Porok unconsciously moved his body a little further away from the man in front of him and tried to maintain his composure.
The emphasizing expression ‘sodomy’ was written in small letters next to it.
Perhaps the professor who was advising him unknowingly wrote down his client’s secrets as he always did while flaunting his observations to Porok.
But that wasn’t the important thing.
“Um… …. I think I might remember it. Therefore… It was a request to dispose of Mr. James Vane’s body, wasn’t it? You are the second consultant we have asked, sir. There was also a request to dispose of the corpse of an artist named Basil Hallward. It looks like you are also collecting corpses? “My friend does something similar. Should I introduce you to him?”
“So! “Why was that body found on the Thames?”
Dorian Grace unconsciously slammed his fist on the desk and raised his voice in a mocking tone.
It was indeed so. Now, the newspapers were talking about the torso corpse presumed to be Edwin Drood that suddenly surfaced, but they were even more focused because it was the second.
The first torso body was already discovered in a similar place about 5 days ago.
Fortunately, it did not receive as much attention as the case of Edwin Drood, but several media outlets were already publishing articles one by one that it was presumed to be the missing James Vane.
First of all, no one doubted Dorian Gray himself and his relationship, but when the ‘crime’ of his past suddenly surfaced, he had no choice but to come back to M.
However, Fred Forlock answered harshly, digging his itchy ear hole with his little finger.
“No, well…” …. Isn’t it written here that it wasn’t even a ‘deal’ in the first place, sir? Unlike usual, it is said that M did not receive any consulting fees, so the trust that will be broken… “Is there one?”
That was indeed the case. From the very beginning, the fact that the name of the nobleman in front of me was written in this notebook was proof that he was not an ordinary client.
Often, in cases where the professor found it interesting, he would provide ‘free service’ without even receiving payment.
It was an odd behavior that Porok couldn’t understand, but it was because Porok never understood the professor’s behavior in the first place.
But now Porok could understand the reason a little bit.
It’s really interesting, so of course there’s something like that. The reason why torsos that gave Porok a headache suddenly began to be discovered was purely due to the professor’s personal interest.
But wasn’t it because it could be used someday?
When Porok pointed this out, the man in front of him actually bit his lip without realizing it, but he couldn’t answer right away.
As if to drive a wedge into this, Porok added.
“Teacher, just carry on as usual. From the fact that you came all the way here, to what M can do… You know something, right? “I don’t want to get my hands bloodied for no reason, and I don’t want to work.”
“… “You will regret it.”
“Yes, yes, goodbye, teacher.”
Fortunately, Sir Dorian Gray just glared at Porok and obediently disappeared out of his office. Porok sighed and earnestly prayed to a god he didn’t usually look for that everything would end peacefully.
Of course, the Lord did not listen to the wizard’s prayers.
At a similar time, Watson was listening to Holmes’ explanation.
“So first, Watson, we have to go to a theater associated with an actress named Sybil Vane.”
“… Yes? “I don’t understand now, why?”
