Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

112: The Story of Judel

#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!

While Haz attempts to approach Waikit in his own way, perhaps because Whisk and Yudel are both men, they are seen to be in constant contact with each other.

"Is Hazelia Lify your boyfriend?" suddenly, Judel asked the Whisk.

Whisk looked directly at Judel and replied, "No. He doesn't want a rushed relationship."

"But caught up in a friendship? But, actually it's good. You can try to understand each other" said Yudel.

"really? I don't feel like it. Haz, that woman is so stubborn. If he doesn't want to, then he will resist until the end" Whisk said.

"The dominant woman is quite complicated ...," said Yudel.

Whisk no longer replied to Judel. He busies himself with his world, a fantasy that wanders through his mind. Things get mixed up in there, from Haz's face, separated into cases she's dealt with, to Whitney Carmilla Walker's face she hasn't had the time to express her love, seeing Milla and James Stetson getting married, and various other things in his head.

The whiskey let out a long sigh, but made no attempt to attract the attention of others.

Now is a good time to let go of everything, Inner Whisk.

"While thinking about your past, Whisky Woods?" ask Yudel.

"Not just the past. But, everything that has happened," replied Whisk.

"Don't dwell too much on the past, Whisky Woods" Yudel said.

The whiskey just smiled. He did not reply to the words of Judel. He knew that thinking about the past would only keep him trapped. Yet as an ordinary human, he naturally had to look at the past once in a while.

Yudel shook his head. There is no way to get a whiskey interested. Their mood is very awkward. Not like Haz and Waikit who have either discussed anything. Judel and Whisk had nothing to say.

Suddenly the Whisk asked, "Can you tell me about your past? If only you could tell me."

The past, huh? Does this person have a problem with the past? Even the language he wanted to hear was about the past, Judel thought.

Judel has no other choice but to tell his past to the Whisk. He had no topic of conversation to discuss with the reddish-browed man. He said talking about the past was not so bad either.

"There's not much I can tell you about my past. What I remember most is that my parents divorced when I was about seven years old. The custody went into my mother's hands. But my mother abandoned me. He was drunk, had no job, and depressed. Due to the intense mental stress, my mother often hit me. Tortured me, locked me in a kennel with the dog we kept if I thought I couldn't please him, and didn't feed me. Every time his mental illness recurred, I always ran away from home, being a wild kid on the streets. Stealing is a skill I have for survival. Though I've often been caught red-handed."

Whisk listened carefully without interrupting Judel's story.

It turns out that people's lives are unfair, Inner Whisk.

Yudel let out a long sigh after stopping his story for a moment. He then continued his story, "One day, I will steal again. But, maybe it's my fucking day."

Whisk knew what Judel would tell him. But he remained silent, letting Judel tell him.

It's beyond suspicion that Whisk thinks that Yudel stole from a Mafia shop. At worst, it belongs to the Shadow Economy family. It turns out that Yudel stole in a shop belonging to a former hitman.

"As a hit man, of course he's very deft. He instantly chased after and crippled this little thief. But it was he who changed me too. To be like this? Nope. My choice. He was already converted into a hitman, even very diligent to go to the Church in the area where I live."

Judel stopped the story again, to remember his dark past and considered it full of misfortune. Continuing a while later, "Over together with the man codenamed Evocation."

"Evocations?" Whisk.

"really. Evocation from Cuba. Seeing your reaction like that, you must know about him. He was rumored to have died, even though he was still alive until a while ago."

Whisk was curious about Judel.

Yudel smiled faintly.

Flashback ....

Little Judel held his tummy violently. It had been three days since he stole bread from a grocery store selling bread. He only managed to take two packs of bread, which meant that he only ate a pack of bread per day. The last time he ate was yesterday, at noon.

Little Judel glanced over here and there. He can't steal in the same store anymore. The owner had already marked his face. He definitely didn't have the chance to steal in that shop anymore.

After walking here and there, into the narrow alleys, fighting with the children who bullied him, little Judel finally found a small shop. He saw the store selling bread. Eyes twinkling.

As a child of a broken home, little Judel never received a moral education from his family. He doesn't know stealing is bad. All he knew was the way that he could fill his empty stomach.

Little Yudel glanced and observed the shop. Sepi visitors. There were only a few old men coming in from inside. He's getting convinced to steal from the store. Especially after seeing that the shopkeeper was an elderly man who he thought would not be able to chase after him.

Little Judel saw the last visitor, an old grandmother holding a staff, go from there. The shop was back. He also launched his action after observing the state of the store.

Little Judel went to the shop. Damn it he got caught.

"Hey! What do you want to do?"

The shocked little Judel immediately grabbed two packs of bread with his tiny hands and ran out of the shop. He hoped that he would not be caught by the store owner.

Unfortunately, little Yudel did not know that the shopkeeper was a former hitman, codenamed Evocation. Although he looks old, the man is still in good health. He could even go after little Judel.

Evocation pulled the little shoulder of Judel.

The frightened little Judel could only cry and apologize.

"I'm sorry. I'm not gonna do it again. Hiks .. hiks .. I'm hungry. I have no money."