Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain - Miss Holmes, the Professor Is Not a Villain chapter 150

150 – Standing still (1)

“Good luck, you handsome officer. I said I was just a self-employed person who ran a bar. “What the heck is this? We’re wasting each other’s time. Tsk!”

Fred Forrock was sarcastically frowning, his forehead wrinkled. Of course, the officers in the solemn atmosphere looking at him had expressions similar to those of Porok, as if they did not like his arrogant attitude.

However, he was unable to do anything further due to the appearance of a lawyer and several assistants who came to defend this suspicious wizard who was suddenly captured.

Even Inspector Lestrade, who initially tried to interrogate a wandering wizard with a bad smell based on his instincts as an investigator, could not use his usual coercive methods in response to instructions from his superiors for unknown reasons.

Inspector Lestrade had no choice but to obediently let him go, even as he glared at the wizard, who, like many Britons, was unable to overcome his age and whose forehead had widened considerably as his hair began to slowly bald.

I feel it from time to time, but no matter how much I do, the sense of duty I had as a young person to catch criminals and bring about social justice was bound to fade and wear out little by little in the face of the walls of reality. Lestrade could feel it once again.

Of course, despite Holmes’ cool-headed assessment, even Lestrade had a brain capable of thinking. Holmes might have sarcastically said that Lestrade was not thinking, but was just acting on instinct, but the seasoned inspector could see that this was something unusual and strange.

Suddenly, an order came from above to raid an alley in the West End, accompanied by several police officers.

There was no explanation given even to Lestrade, who had the authority to lead the investigation, and they could tell at the scene that it was a nobleman they had captured without knowing the reason.

Because Lestrade did not know all of England’s numerous noblemen, he was not very interested in how high-ranking Lord Dorian Gray was.

However, even after being unexpectedly arrested, he soon realized that he was in a position to avoid the legal judgment of society.

From what I heard, a variety of illegal drugs and contraband were discovered in Lord Dorian Gray’s mansion, but that didn’t mean that innocent people were caught, but that was it.

Soon, Lord Dorian Gray was released.

Fortunately, thanks to the results of a search conducted by Scotland Yard after receiving an anonymous tip or order, the other party also wanted to keep this matter buried.

Lord Dorian Gray was not the only one who was captured. Lestrade was a loyal hunting dog who followed orders, and faithfully carried out orders to apprehend all suspicious people on the scene.

A suspicious wizard named Fred Forlock was also included there.

I knew from my intuition as a long-time inspector that he was a shady guy. Lestrade never thought it was because of his prejudice.

The wizard who runs a suspicious bar from the streets is suspicious in itself. At least Lestrade was sure of that.

It was not simple tax evasion. Everyone did that secretly, and Scotland Yard did not have enough hands to catch up on such trivial matters one by one.

However, when we were about to begin questioning the wizard, who was acting arrogantly as if he were a high-ranking person, lawyers claiming to be his lawyers came from somewhere. That wasn’t all. Just like the boss’s puzzled reaction when he captured Lord Dorian Gray, something similar happened and the suspicious wizard had to be released in the end.

Of course, he was not guilty.

“… “We need to make sure we don’t see it again.”

“Do you think someone came because they wanted to?”

Lestrade was unable to do anything further, even as he glared at the wizard, who was smoking a cigarette until he got arrogant.

I felt like I was prey caught in a spider’s web. Or, I felt like a victim who was wandering around the entrance to a huge maze and didn’t notice the true nature of the maze.

There is clearly something wrong with this city.

Lestrade was confident once again.

Meanwhile, Porok, who was walking down the street wiping his forehead and chain-smoking, cursed and went to a nearby bar.

“Sigh, my hair is falling out again.”

I don’t show it, but I couldn’t help but notice the size of my forehead, which has started to widen at a rapid rate recently. Forlock himself now suffered the same fate as many Britons, and every morning he washed his hair, he dreaded counting the hairs that adorned his sink.

But today’s day was much longer than usual, harder and unexpected, so he had to drink like a drunkard.

“f*ck… ….”

Because it was still midday, there were few people in the tavern, and he quietly muttered to himself in a corner.

Because he always had to be careful.

At the same time, he pondered once again whether he had made a mistake. He was caught only after destroying all the materials that needed to be removed from the unexpected visit and raid by the police officers.

At least he didn’t make any mistakes. Even if he didn’t, Porok was able to complain about his injustice in front of his professor.

Even when he lived in the back alleys and participated in various crimes, he had never been dragged by police officers, so he was unfamiliar with it in many ways.

However, thanks to the support sent by the professor and his lawyer as if he had been waiting, he was able to be released as quickly as if he had just been on an outing.

In this respect, the professor was clearly ‘lenient.’ There were definitely cases where people working at the lower levels got caught for making stupid mistakes.

No matter how perfect the professor created and provided a plan, he could not completely rule out the mistakes made by the idiots who executed it.

But the subsequent processes were all similar.

Before the trial begins, talented lawyers who offer free defense as a suspiciously charitable activity appear to defend the gang members and leave the police station without charges, or they are given light charges at the trial by suspiciously sympathetic jurors. Did he get out after receiving a fine and warning?

Of course, even fines were often paid for by donations from anonymous philanthropists.

Even though he witnessed his subordinates going through this process, he couldn’t help but feel strange when he became the person responsible for it.

After all, working under a professor is the right choice. He was convinced once again. Because gambling was something he was reluctant to do due to his personality.

Should I report it like this?

Porok shook his head, chain-smoking again.

The professor will also understand that you are late by a day. Above all, the professor could not help but be unaware of what he was facing.

However, it was not a good choice for him to return to the bar he was managing and had just been arrested for.

I wasn’t sure if this ‘raid’ was targeting me, but at least I needed to be careful. Therefore, Porok stayed at the bar until late at night to kill time.

It was natural for him to return home, but he had to check again and again to see if anyone was following him.

But thanks to Sweeney’s rampage these days, he had to be wary of his surroundings.

However, the moment he arrived at the house where he lived alone, which was dark and lacked warmth, the wizard relaxed and could not help but utter a low curse at the voice he heard while trying to turn on the gas lamp.

“You’re late, Porok.”

“What… What the f*ck! Ah… …. School… Professor, Sifaal, if you have it, please show it! “You don’t even turn on the light. What is this, a vampire?”

“Be careful what you say in front of your master, magician.”

“Niaemida, Banpoon. sh*t, they’re so damn good together.”

Porok, who was startled by a voice in the dark and tried to prepare for an attack, soon realized that the person greeting him, sitting calmly in the dark, was a professor, and swore.

Next to her, Moran bared her teeth like a hound, but only after wagging her middle finger at him and turning on the light was she able to drag a chair in front of the professor and sit down.

The wizard sat down and opened his mouth as if Moriarty didn’t care about Porok’s attitude.

“You were captured along with Lord Dorian Gray, right?”

“I didn’t do anything wrong, Professor. You know. That… “Isn’t that right?”

“Okay. “Holmes, it seems like the kid was overdoing it.”

Moriarty smiled as if he was happy. For her and Porok who were watching, she couldn’t do that.

“No, what? That… Because of the cropper wearing those pants? Can I kill that bastard? Yes?”

“No. I’ve emphasized this several times, but don’t touch it yet. “Don’t cause even a single injury.”

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“f*ck.”

In response to the professor’s words, Porok only cursed and did not say anything more. However, his expression was still clicking his tongue as if he was disapproving of the professor’s capricious prank.

Looking at Porok like that, Moriarty shrugged her shoulders.

“Well, I just came to check on you, so don’t worry, Porok. “Let’s rest for a while, because I think we’ll have to move the bar.”

“That’s a bit unfortunate. Still, the professor and I started from the bottom. “Still, it’s a place full of our memories.”

“… “I don’t necessarily want to honor the memories I had with the man.”

“That’s too much, damn it. Okay, is that all, Professor?”

At this Moriarty shook her head.

“Sweeney. Rest and keep an eye on Sweeney to make sure he doesn’t stray. That should be enough.”

“You said I should rest? “Nimi, don’t professors know what a break is?”

But Moriarty just looked at the wizard, and Moran next to her glared at the wizard who dared complain to his master.

In the end, Porok had to sigh, wipe his broad forehead, and nod his head.

Meanwhile, Holmes was being questioned by her brother on charges of borrowing his name and forging his minor documents.