82 – Each person’s illusions (2)
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Knife holder Mac really hated the reality of having to participate in the field of carrying goods himself even at this age. Like a man on the street, he had to work in silence while swearing thickly and appeasing a dagger that begged to cut someone’s flesh.
He also worked within the organization for a long time and enjoyed a high position and wealth, so it was a very rare occurrence.
However, the world was an unreasonable law, and for a street knifeman like Mac, there were sometimes unavoidable things.
Just as it was the law of the streets for money thugs walking around the streets to hand over their entire wallets to pickpockets, it was a natural rule for them, including Mac, to obey the professor’s orders.
The professor has long since become one of the laws of London. Who could be dissatisfied with this?
The people who would embrace such things have long since been discovered as the bodies of unrelated people in the Thames River. Or maybe it became eel jelly.
Belonging under the professor and obeying and following him like a god was not something Mac was dissatisfied with. In fact, most of the executives in the organization were like that.
More than anything, the treatment was good. The professor was not a person who was reluctant to give to those under him like the street idiots who are now gone.
Also, Mac and others had confidence. Professors are always winners and survivors.
Following such people on the streets was like a natural rule for survival.
In that sense, it was clear that holding Porok’s hand when Porok suggested that he join the professor, saying he had a good job, was one of the best choices of his life.
Of course, the fact that I had no choice but to do chores even after getting to this position was not a complaint, but rather a complaint.
But what to do? He and a few trustworthy people were the ones who had to be transported directly.
“Why on earth is Colonel Moran so irritable?”
Ned next to me opened his mouth, wiping his sweat as if grumbling. Mac took a quick look around. Since Colonel Moran was not around, they were able to rest and chat for a while.
She is that woman, thanks to her four ears, no matter how much she whispers, she hears everything when she is nearby.
It had been several years since the professor brought her in and she had worked with him as a member of the organization and the professor’s secretary, but she was still a woman he couldn’t get used to.
No longer did it happen that someone screamed out loud just because they had animal ears or a tail, but it was still unpleasant in many ways.
It may have been because of his foreign appearance, indicating that he was not an ordinary human being. She was, in fact, such a scary woman that even with her force she could now deal with even an ordinary werewolf alone.
In response to Ned’s grumbling, Jack next to him opened his mouth as if he knew. She was under the professor. From what she could see, there were often people who deluded themselves into thinking that they were intellectuals and made a lot of nonsense.
“Isn’t it really because I already secretly married a professor?”
“What kind of bullsh*t is that, Jack? “Did you really get opium from the Chinese?”
They all knew very well that Colonel Sebastian Moran had recently been secretly bragging about his relationship with the professor and had no intention of hiding it in the first place.
I also knew that Porok, who was inferior, had reported this directly to the professor.
In the beginning, whenever she worked with her, the person she most often clashed with was Porok. The others, including Mac, wanted to do that now, but Porok and Moran would always clash over whether there was something that didn’t match their constitutions.
Of course, Porok said that in fact, she was not born by her mother, but that she was a delusional motherless wolf cub that she gave birth to alone after her mother sold her anus to Satan and the wolf. It was told with a bit of distortion.
Unfortunately, people including Mac did not have enough intelligence to understand the truth of Porok’s sarcasm, and in the end, they had no choice but to accept Moran’s bluff as being true to some extent.
And Jack’s hypothesis based on that belief sounded like bullsh*t even to them.
“No, you can tell just by looking at Jenny. After marrying Mac, you always get on my nerves. “That’s what doctors call hysteria.”
“C-Pal, Jack, do you want to get stabbed? “What’s wrong with my wife, you son of a b*tch!”
“I’m talking academically, Jack. Listen, I read Hippokriff—”
“Damn Hippokriff, he must be Hippocrates, you idiot!”
There was a moment of silence, but Jack continued speaking regardless.
“Anyway, there are baby houses. Women’s baby houses are said to be the source of such hysteria. “Even doctors say that these days.”
“You’re talking bullsh*t.”
“Hey, the Greeks did that too? I have to have semen added to this thing periodically, but if I don’t, it moves around my whole body, shakes, and upsets my stomach, making me nervous? “Isn’t Colonel Moran like that too?”
“… You idiot, why are human organs moving around inside your body? It’s not as good as Sweeney’s, but I’ve cut open the stomachs of many living people. And as*hole, what the fuck does that have to do with Jenny, you’re calling me a snitch?”
Like the street thugs, they immediately started punching her, and it was only when Moran came back and started yelling at them that she could barely quiet down.
Moran glared coldly at them, but she quickly realized that she had to finish the work quickly so she could return to her master, so she silently gave instructions.
She had been looking into real estate recently to purchase a new, larger and safer home, and she had to focus on that.
Meanwhile, Mycroft Holmes was entertaining his younger brother, who had once again invaded his sanctuary for the weekend.
He felt like he was a counselor. In fact, my younger brother was slumped in his chair, muttering as if he were confessing.
“… So, how is life these days, Sherlock?”
“It’s more boring than you think, Mycroft. I thought she might have some special plot since Mr. Moriarty offered me a job as his assistant. It was just normal, a mockery directed at me. Still, it was fun to fight over everything with that furball. Ah, but I was scared at the time. As a joke, Mr. Moriarty asked me if I wanted to pursue a PhD in mathematics under him.”
“… “That’s true, but what I meant was, have you reconciled with Miss Watson?”
“…… No. He was cold when I met him, and he seemed to be completely sulky. “Of course it’s my fault.”
“Ha… …. “Even though you are still a child in my eyes, isn’t this behavior too childlike, Sherlock?”
“I’m worried too, brother. But really… What can I say, it’s strange. “Even though I wanted to reconcile with Watson, something that made me reluctant was holding me back.”
“Restraining? “It’s not like you.”
“When I think about it, it’s all because of Teacher Moriarty. Knowing that Watson was close to the teacher made me feel a little strange. No, why are there so many shallow women around in the first place? What do you think, Brother Mycroft? How dare you leave me behind and the person who should only focus on me is distracted. “This is clearly against the rules.”
Holmes ran his hand down her face as if he really didn’t know. Meanwhile, Mycroft hesitated for a moment.
Of course, no one could be sure whether any of Mycroft’s conclusions were truly true, but there were limits to the information he had.
In Mycroft’s eyes, Sherlock’s conspiracy theory against Professor Moriarty only seemed like a manifestation of other emotions. If he had known exactly what happened between the two that day 10 years ago, he might have come to a very different conclusion.
“Sherlock, that might be…” . You may be confused because you are still young, but no matter how you look at it, the truth is that you are Professor Moriarty-“
“I see! When I think about it, I was worried about Watson because he was close to such a villain! As expected, I felt much better after discussing it with my brother. We can’t put off reconciliation any longer. In that sense, brother, please make me a fake ID or permission slip to infiltrate the medical faculty of the University of London.”
“… I’m not your messenger, but……. Okay, I’ll be ready soon.”
Microft had no choice but to sigh and keep what he was about to say in mind. For the first time, his little brother felt stupid, even if only a little.
The next day, to be more precise, Watson, who was on duty guarding the corpses at the morgue in the University of London’s medical school building, where corpses were to be used for early morning anatomy classes, had to stretch out and look around.
Fortunately for her, all the dead were silent, and she was the only one alive, so she quietly took out sandwiches and other foods from her bag that she had brought in advance and began to enjoy her late-night snack.
Of course, it was accurate to say that it was being inhaled at a rate that would frighten anyone. Thanks to the many warnings she had already received, Jane Watson had long since mastered the art of getting food into her stomach quickly.
But suddenly someone knocked. Watson, who was startled by her, stuffed her seventh piece of sandwich into her mouth in one go and swallowed it. After quickly organizing her surroundings for a moment, she opened the door to check for the presence of a stranger.
“Uh… I… I…. Who are you?”
Watson was embarrassed by the visit of a stranger she had never seen before and had no choice but to ask. He was a middle-aged man of short stature who looked like a professor.
However, she was the first person Watson had seen in his memory.
However, I was so surprised by the identification card he handed me that I had no choice but to open the door and greet him.
He was proving that his opponent was a researcher affiliated with his university, and access was granted in the name of the dean.
He nodded silently and walked straight inside and began looking around the corpses like an inspector.
Then, he focused his attention on a corpse, and it was a body Watson was familiar with. He had a memory of being ripped off by senior MacFarlane, who swore at him for spilling crumbs while eating a sandwich in front of him.
“Where did you get this body?”
“Huh? Uh……. All the bodies are brought in through Professor Knox, so… “I don’t know?”
“That’s unusual, I broke his neck vertebrae all at once with human strength. It’s obviously strange, but it’s in a place like this…….”
“I… hey?”
“I’m sorry, Watson. Actually, I came here to apologize, but I noticed something interesting so my eyes went away first. But it must be common for both parties, because they were secretly enjoying meals and tea time instead of guarding the bodies they were supposed to guard.”
“Who… who… uh?”
Watson couldn’t help but widen his eyes and be surprised.
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The middle-aged professor disappeared in an instant, straightened his waist, took off the makeup and mask covering his face, and his ‘friend’ Sherlock Holmes stood before his eyes.
