Mage Joan

Joan measured the club and walked around the table twice, mentally calculating all the trajectories.

According to the conclusions drawn by the calculation, it is impossible to solve the difficulties with normal shots. Joan can only try the "sticking" skills that he has not mastered yet, and try to get the white ball to bypass the black ball.

Joan tried three times in a row.

The first two times touched the black ball.

For the third time, it was lucky that the black ball was not touched, but the white ball made an arc on the table, and finally did not touch the ball he expected to hit.

After all, billiards is not purely mental exercise.

Joan's strength and angle of hitting the ball can't reach the harsh precision required for successful clearance.

In such a situation, it is useless to calculate it accurately.

Three shots failed and Joan was deducted a lot of points.

Calculated in this way, there is no hope of overtaking the score.

Joan no longer made senseless resistance and dropped his club in depression.

Just then, there was a sneer suddenly behind him.

"Mr. Professor, your sectarianism is just like your playing style. You are good at stealth behind the scenes and engage in intriguing conspiracies and tricks to put prey in desperation."

"Yo~ Isn’t this my old friend Ted Pinkerton? What kind of gusty wind is blowing you here."

"I haven't seen you in half a year. You haven't changed at all. You still have a stinky face like a paralyzed face.

Professor Moriarty walked towards the newly arrived short man with a playful smile on his lips, and took the initiative to reach out to the man with his right hand.

The man named Ted Pinkerton stared at the professor coldly, his hands in his trouser pockets, without a word.

Joan noticed that the tutor's outstretched hand was suspended in the air, and he froze for so long, embarrassing himself.

As if after a century, Mr. Pinkerton finally withdrew his right hand from his trouser pocket, and symbolically shook hands with Professor Moriarty.

The embarrassing atmosphere finally eased, and Joan secretly relieved himself, and also had doubts.

Judging from the remarks at the beginning of the meeting between the two sides with the gun and the stick, as well as the atmosphere of tension between before and after the handshake, it seems that it is not like a normal old friend reunion, but more like a meeting with an enemy and a narrow path.

Professor Moriarty was very personable. After shaking hands, he greeted Joan and introduced him to Mr. Pinkerton.

After training during this period, Joanne was already proficient in this social etiquette, and smiled and bowed and shook hands.

Mr. Pinkerton was polite to him, and did not show explicit hostility as he did to Professor Moriarty just now.

"Joan, our respectable Mr. Pinkerton, is an advanced ranger."

"However, unlike the rangers who wander in the wilderness, Mr. Pinkerton is an active hunter in the city, or according to the fashionable saying of the moment, he is a famous'private detective'."

After listening to the tutor's introduction, Joan looked at Mr. Pinkerton's eyes and couldn't help being more curious.

Previously, he had only seen the name "private detective" in newspapers and novels, and thought it was a fictional profession created by writers. Today, it is known that there is really such a practice in reality.

Detective Ted Pinkerton, who didn't buy the compliments of Professor Moriarty, sneered and said:

"You are too much, Mr. Professor, I am just a small person who eats on the fringes of society. You are a truly famous big person, especially in the field of organized crime. Those fierce gangsters. Who does not know your name? , And who dares to fear your evil wisdom?"

Mr. Pinkerton's remarks made Joan deeply baffled.

Listening to what he said inside and outside, it seems that the mentor is closely connected with the criminal syndicate, and his status in the underworld is respected. Where should I start?

Joan had heard from Mrs. Josephine that the tutor had been involved in gang activities when he was young, but that was the old Huang Li of thirty years ago.

Now he is a full professor of Austrian law at Meadgard University, a real academic elite and social celebrity, how can he have private contacts with criminals.

Mr. Pinkerton, seemingly aware of Joan's mood changes, turned his head and gave him a deep look.

"Mr. Professor, in these years, you have served as a teacher on the university campus, pretending to be an individual, but I am afraid that few people know that in addition to teaching in the university, you also have the title of "criminal educator" in private."

"Just as far as I know, you have provided paid consulting services for at least double-digit organized criminal gangs, using your extremely clever mind, directed evil parties to commit crimes in a more efficient manner, and provided various kinds afterwards. Ingenious planning allows criminals to escape legal sanctions and enjoy unjust money!"

"Your students probably don't know the professor he admires. It's no shame to earn such **** dirty money in private!"

Mr. Detective's stern reproach was like a thunder exploding in Joan's ear, making him overwhelmed.

Reason tells him that he should not listen to this person's nonsense, but intuition prompts him to make the opposite judgment.

As far as the tutor’s consistent style of work and complex personality are concerned, Joanne feels that even if he is really as Mr. Pinkerton said, he is a "criminal educator" who earns unjust money by instigating others to commit crimes. Not worth the fuss

If the instructor is innocent in fact, it is not because he cannot do it, just because he does not want to do that.

"Some people, with a hammer in their hands, look like everyone is a nail."

Professor Moriarty laughed at Mr. Detective's criticism and defended himself with understatements.

"The bad things you said were said to have been done by a mysterious person who claimed to be "Mokaviti". What does it have to do with my professor, Trofim Moriarty?"

"Don't come here, I dare to swear to the gods, "Mokavetti" is your pseudonym!"

"If you are so confident, then come up with evidence?"

Professor Moriarty put his smile down and took a step closer to Mr. Pinkerton, as if an angry lion was about to launch a fight.

"If you can't produce the evidence, Ted my friend, you are openly slandering! I have the right to ask you to apologize, or go to court for defamation!"

"Sorry, I really can't get the evidence of your crime now, but you don't get complacent, one day, I will grab your fox's tail!"

The tall, thin professor and the stout detective, the two men glared at each other, as if they both wished to kill each other.

Joan found that the smell of gunpowder on the scene was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed that it might explode at any time, and he quickly came forward to round the field.

"Mr. Pinkerton, will you play billiards? Would you like a game?"

"Little guy, to be honest, you can't win me with your skills."

The detective said softly.

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