C251: The Truth of That Day (1)
Rudger rode Hans, who turned into a wolf and landed in front of the entrance to an abandoned coal mine.
Near the entrance, there was the steam car that had just passed by and besides it, they also saw a truck.
âIt is certain that something is happening here. Hans, take it.â
Rudger handed Hans a neutralizer, and Hans immediately put it in his arm.
Hans, who returned as a human being, grumbled and put on his coat.
âItâs not like Iâm raising a dog.â
âThe average person doesnât ride a dog, so Iâm more special.â
âThatâs such a tearful consolation.â
Rudger and Hans slowly entered the abandoned mine. The shaft was dark with no light, but it didnât matter to Rudger and Hans.
Hans was able to see clearly in the dark because of the power that remained immediately after the transformation, and Rudger also saw through the darkness by focusing magic on his eyes.
When the two went deep into the shaft light began to be seen in the distance, and then a large space appeared.
âThe lights are on in an abandoned coal mine.â
Rudger saw footprints carved on the floor. There must have been at least five people who got out of the car a while ago, but the footprints were much more than that.
âTwenty. No, more than thirty.â
âBrother, what can we do?â
âFrom here on weâll go on separate ways. Youâll check to see if thereâs another important place.â
âWhat about you?â
âIâll follow the main road.â
âItâs dangerous.â
âSo shouldnât I go?â
Hans was speechless at Rudgerâs reply.
Come to think of it, the best way to survive in the event of a battle was to stay close to Rudger.
ââ¦â¦Be careful.â
âI will.â
Rudger walked along the trail of footprints.
After walking for a while he reached an open space that was the size of a warehouse.
Dozens of people were gathered in the center of the space full of wooden boxes and steel instruments. They were all police officers in blue uniforms and among them was the police officer who Rudger was chasing a while ago.
They were gathering and talking, and it seemed to Rudger that they were laughing and chatting with each other. In fact, the police were laughing.
Their figures got more clearly visible as Rudger put strength in his eyes.
ââ¦â¦.â
And he saw it.
In the center of the place surrounded by police officers was a child lying there and bleeding.
When he looked closely, there was a club in a police officerâs hand and blood was dripping along it.
The sight of a child who collapsed covered in blood looked familiar.
âHuh? What?â
âWho is it?â
The police noticed Rudgerâs presence. However, Rudger could not take his eyes off the child even after he was caught.
âArteâ¦â
The name of the fallen child flowed from Rudgerâs mouth and it was the name of his personal student who disappeared hours ago.
* * *
After Sally disappeared, Arte was too anxious to get things right.
The harsh but gullible owner asked Arte to take a rest today, but Arte refused the offer.
âI have to do my job.â
The owner nodded at Arteâs forced smile, saying, âI know.â
Just in case, he looked closely after Arte. If he showed any strange appearance, he was going to force him to rest somehow.
The owner was also sorry that Sally disappeared so he was going to stop by the police station later while going grocery shopping but afterwards Arteâs appearance was the same as usual.
âHe looks fine. I shouldnât have worried.â
The owner was relieved, but he should have doubted Arteâs appearance. When the owner was relieved and took his eyes off Arte, Arte took the opportunity and sneaked out.
âI need to find Sally.â
Arte thought.
âWhere can I find the missing Sally?â
âChildren were kidnapped for a long time. There may still be a criminal around here trying to catch a child.â
There was no guarantee that that would necessarily happen today but this was the only thing Arte could lean on.
âIf I were the culprit, where would I kidnap a child? A place where people canât see or a place where people wonât realize even if anyone disappears.â
An area passed through Arteâs head and he immediately headed to the slum.
On a dark night, the slum, where even the lights were not properly turned on, was pitch-black, but Arte, who frequently traveled here, did not get lost.
Arte arrived near the cave where the children were gathered.
âIf the criminal is really after the kids, this is the only place.â
Arte appropriately hid himself near the abandoned debris nearby and then a group of people with lanterns appeared in the distance.
âThose peopleâ¦â¦.â
I couldnât see it well because it was still far away, but they looked quite suspicious. In the first place, there was no reason for people to come to these slums with lanterns.
Arte watched their actions with bated breaths.
Those who held the lanterns looked around lightly and eventually entered the beggarâs den.
Shortly afterwards, there were a few bickering noises, and fainted children were dragged out in a bag.
Arte opened his eyes wide.
âTheyâre really kidnapers.â
Arte agonized whether to chase after them here or call the police but in the meantime, the people with the fainted children on their shoulders were quickly moving away from the slums.
Arte clenched his teeth and chased them.
âSally, wait. Iâll be there to save you.â
Arte moved carefully so that the criminals wouldnât notice him.
The criminals loaded the fainted children into a truck and boarded it.
Arte rushed to the end of the truck before it left. At that moment, he almost fell as the truck started but he clenched his teeth and tightened his arms.
The truck left the city and headed to a more deserted and quiet place.
When a truck stopped in front of a coal mine, Arte hurriedly got out of the truck and hid in a nearby bush.
âHey. Move slowly.â
âOh, the smell. Did you have to bring the beggars?â
âWhat can I do? Theyâre the only ones who wonât be noticed even if they disappear right away.â
The kidnappers chatted among themselves and moved the kids one by one.
Arte agonized whether to follow them into the coal mine or return to the city to call someone.
âDonât be in a hurry. Thereâs nothing I can do even if I go inside right now. Rather, it is right to seek help.â
He didnât know how the inside of the coal mine was, but unlike the slums where he knew the geography, the inside of that coal mine was the den of the kidnappers.
There was no guarantee that Arte, who is still a child, would not be caught.
Arte was certainly aware of that.
âI need to call the police.â
Now that he knew the location, he just needed to get back to the city.
When he thought so, a black steam car came toward him from afar.
Arte curled up again in the grass and held his breath.
The number of people who got out of the car was five, and Arteâs eyes glowed at them.
âItâs the police!â
A man in a dark blue uniform with a club around his waist must be the police.
Arte ran out of the grass after seeing them.
âWho is it?â
The police glared at Arte.
âOfficer! The kidnapper! The kidnapper is there!â
âWhat?â
âSuspicious people, until a while ago, kidnapped children with that truckâ¦â¦.â
âWhat did the guys inside do? Why is one guy out there?â
The moment he heard the murmur of an officer, Arte stopped trying to run to the police.
He didnât know why the police suddenly said that. However, Arte quickly turned right behind and tried to run away.
âOh, no. You shouldnât do that.â
Then a police officer with a mustache came up and grabbed Arte by the back.
Arte tried to struggle, but the officerâs attitude was ruthless and he struck Arte on the head with the club in his hand.
The officers exchanged glances and dragged Arte into the coal mine.
Arte, who was hit on the head, did not completely faint. He stared at the inside of the coal mine and at the officers.
Soon after, when they reached a large space, the officer threw Arte in the center.
âUgh.â
âThis is amazing. I didnât expect such a kid to come here.â
Arte slowly raised his upper body. He asked as he looked at the police officer who had just swung a club at him.
âWhyâ¦â¦?â
âLook at this guy. Heâs still fine after getting hit.â
âMy sister. My sisterâ¦â¦Give her backâ¦â
When Arte said so, the police officers clapped their tongues and jutted at the people around them. Then, as if they were waiting, other police came forward and beat Arte.
âHey, donât kill him. He has to be used in the experiment.â
After the beating was over Arte looked up at the officer, who had given orders. Despite the bruising and bursting lips, the flame in Arteâs gaze did not go out.
âTrashâ¦â¦.criminals that kidnap children. Give me back my sister, my sisterâ¦â¦!â
ââ¦you brat.â
The policeman, who gave the order, twisted his face, grabbed a club, and swung at Arte.
âHey! You orphan! How dare you!â
Arteâs body was torn down like a broken doll when the swinging club hit Arteâs temple.
âOh.â
âNow, wait. Isnât he dead?â
âWhat does it matter if one or two orphans die anyway?â
âThatâs true.â
âSir. You have blood on your uniform.â
The officers were troubled since they had to deal with the boy. However, most of them wanted to leave it alone since he was bleeding heavily and would die soon.
Then an officer turned the side. He didnât know why but he felt a sense of crisis if he didnât look there right now.
âHuh? What?â
âWho is it?â
He saw a man.
A black Inverness coat, white gloves, a black cane in his hand and a gentlemanâs hat on his head. With the distinctive sharp impression added to the outfit, he looked like a high-ranking aristocrat.
âArteâ¦â
The uninvited guest muttered, looking at the fallen child.
The moment they saw him, the police realized that this man was not with them.
âI donât know how you got here, but you are unlucky.â
ââ¦â¦.â
Rudger did not respond to the police. Instead, he moved slowly and approached Arte, who was covered in blood.
âWhat?â
The police unwittingly moved out of the way as Rudger approached without a word.
They definitely had to stop him, but instinctively felt that they shouldnât.
Meanwhile, Rudger knelt down in front of Arte and checked his condition.
He didnât care if the white gloves on his hands were stained with blood.
âSir⦠Sir?â
âArte.â
Arte stared at Rudger while struggling to keep his eyes open.
â â¦You wereâ¦â
âSave your words.â
âI shouldnât haveâ¦.â
âI told you to save your words.â
âIâm sorryâ¦â
A tear flowed down Arteâs cheek.
âBecause Iâm a bad childâ¦â¦Because I donât listenâ¦â¦ Iâm sorryâ¦â¦I wanted to be a scholar.â
âArte. Iâ¦â¦.â
As soon as Rudger was about to say something, Arte squeezed out the remaining strength and opened my mouth.
âMr. Moriarty. My sister, please.â
Immediately after that, Arteâs head fell to the side helplessly.
âArte.â
Rudger shook himself, but Arte didnât wake up as his cold body stopped breathing.
It all meant one thing.
Rudger slowly laid Arteâs body on the floor. He looked down silently at Arte with his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep.
Rudger saw his childhood self, waiting for death without doing anything in the image of the now dead boy.
Then there was a hand that saved him but now this child had no help.
Rudger slowly rose.
âI wondered who it was, and it was him. Professor James Moriarty.â
The police, who recognized Rudger, smirked as he smoothed his mustache.
âWhy on earth would a person who is doing well at the university these days come here?â
ââ¦â¦.â
âWell, youâre so smart that you could have come to this place but unfortunately such a famous person will not be seen from tomorrow.â
Rudger looked back at him without a word. At that moment, the mustache police shivered without realizing it.
His cold gaze towards him and the irresistible energy that flows from Rudger told him that something was wrong.
âGet him!â
The other officers also realized something dangerous and rushed toward Rudger.
Even in that situation, Rudger remained firm on his two legs and spoke quietly.
âThose who have something to do with this no matter who they are, I will uproot them.â
The shadow at Rudgerâs feet wriggled and a sharp thorn popped out of the swaying shadow, penetrating all the policemen who were trying to run toward Rudger.
Not only that, but also those who stretched out throughout the space and watched the situation.
The black thorns and red blood along with the dizzy shadows reflected in the light turned the coal mine into a land of screams and death.
At the center of it all the man who would later be called the âGodfather of Crimeâ declared.
âNothing left.â