I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 107 New Church Members

Watson is being held temporarily in an icy detention facility inside Scotland Yard ahead of the court trial.

Wearing solid handcuffs, he was shoved and shoved by the guarding officers as he staggered forward.

The iron grille door was opened, and there was a rough force behind him, and he staggered and fell to the dirty floor inside the prison.

"You guys, be honest with us tonight, but don't bully the new inmates while we're drinking outside! But don't specifically attack those parts that can't be tested for injuries! Don't stuff his head into the toilet and drink his shit!"

The guard police officer in charge of escorting the prisoner knocked on the iron fence with a stick, making a bang bang bang bang, warning the other criminals squatting in the shadow of the prison.

"Alright sir, we promise to complete the mission—no, we promise we will never bully this new friend."

A skinny man with acne all over his face replied with a smile.It's just that his laughter is a bit obscene and harsh, like an old crow croaking.

"Well, you just need to understand." The police officer on guard nodded, thinking in his heart: "Mr. Grayson should be satisfied with this order."

He slammed the iron fence door tightly, and when he left, he blew out a few nearby oil lamps, plunging the detention cell into darkness and coldness.

When Watson slowly got up from the ground, a ray of pale moonlight came in from the window.It reflected this dark, damp prison cell filled with the stench of excrement and urine, and several prisoners with strange smiles were gearing up and walking towards him.

Faced with this situation, Watson smiled sincerely. The only moonlight fell on his face, illuminating the face covered with milky white soup and the standard eight-toothed smile. The pale teeth shone brighter than the moon. But also the cold and cold light.

Bang bang, bang bang, bang——

The heavy physical beating reverberated in the deep prison, sometimes mixed with the sound of bones breaking, as well as a shrill and intermittent scream.

Hearing this horrific sound, the police guard thought it was a symphony with weird rhythm, and he drank happily with a bottle of whiskey sent by Mr. Grayson.

"Hahaha, this group of guys are quite obedient, and they are quick to attack."

"Of course, how dare they not listen to what we say? We have to be careful, don't let them play people to death."

"Oh, what are you afraid of? They are all old criminals, and they are well-measured. They can torture people until they die, but they can't detect any obvious trauma from the blow. Just don't worry."

"That's true... Forget it, he is just a little criminal who dared to offend the nobles. Leave him alone, let's drink ours, let's cheer!"

"cheers!"

Ton, ton, ton, after three cups and two cups were missed, the sound of playing in the deep cell stopped abruptly.

"It's over so soon? This kid really doesn't know how to play, do you want to take a look?"

"Forget it, let's see whether he is alive or dead tomorrow morning."

"That's right, don't let this disturb our brother's drinking."

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"Master, it's not good, Mr. John was arrested and imprisoned in Scotland Yard!!!"

Croweite slammed open the door of the dean's office and shouted anxiously.

"Um?!"

"Officer Watson has been arrested?!"

Winfreys Morgan and Nello Bacchus, who were discussing tonight's ceremony, were puzzled at the same time, and they immediately turned their heads to look at Clovis, who was dressed very formally tonight.

Nello was the first to ask, "Crowette, where did you know about this?"

"I, of course I saw it with my own eyes. I watched Mr. John being handcuffed with a gun pointed at his head by a guy who called himself Inspector Grayson, and then escorted all the way to Scotland Yard... I asked Yes, because Mr. John is suspected of beating others and provoking nobles, the trial is expedited, and the trial will be held in the next day."

"And because the female detective specifically ordered to deal with it seriously, it is very likely that Mr. John will be convicted of a felony."

Croweite told the information she asked with the help of her sister after she was hiding in the alley and waiting for a police officer to order.

When Nello heard the words, he looked up and down at the girl who was regarded as the mascot within the cult, "Crowett... have you gone on a date with Chief Watson?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Croweite asked with big confused eyes, "Oh...that's not the point, the point is that Mr. John was arrested! Mr. Nello, didn't you say that Mr. John is very likely Are you going to join our church, are you our future church members? Now that Mr. John is arrested and imprisoned, shouldn't we first try to rescue Mr. John?!"

"Oh, so Nello, is that what you usually tell everyone?" Winfreys said with a smile when he heard this and turned to look at his deputy leader.

Nello Bacchus immediately knelt down on one knee and bowed his head deeply.

"Sorry for the leader, I just think that if Chief Watson can join our church, his ability will definitely help our church go further. My skills are all taught by the leader. Compared with subordinates, Watson The officer is more suitable for leading the church members to explore those unknown secret places... Officer Watson, he is a sharper sword than his subordinates, and he will definitely help you, the leader, to cut off all the thorns that stand in your way!"

"Don't be so excited, and I don't mean to blame you, Nello... Your thoughts are exactly the same as mine, and I'm also thinking about how to draw John Watson into this church."

Winfreys looked at the girl who was downcast and tugging at the hem of her clothes, "Crowett, listen to what you said just now... Did John provoke a female detective? Is it Charlotte Holmes? Tell me about the process in the middle. "

"Oh, tonight, Mr. John invited me to Holborn Restaurant for dinner. The two of us ate very happily. The dishes were delicious and the drinks were mellow...I couldn't bear to use my strength to expel the alcohol." Crowett recounted: "But it didn't take long for the female detective to come in with her new assistant who replaced Mr. John. She didn't even look at us, but her assistant glanced at John with a disdainful look when he passed us. With a glance at Mr. John, Mr. John looked very angry at that time, and almost wanted to stand up and fight him.

I originally wanted to comfort Mr. John not to get excited, but my sister suddenly advised me not to stop him, and asked Mr. John to fight with the assistant, saying that it would be so-scared, can't my sister say this? "

Clovitt paused suddenly, and seemed to be talking to herself.

"Okay, okay, sister, you have the final say." The girl seemed to have finished talking to herself, raised her head and continued, "Then Mr. John calmed down, and we continued to chat there as if nothing happened."

"However, the female detective's assistant suddenly came to the table while we were chatting, knocked down the waiter who was carrying hot soup, and poured the whole pot of white mushroom cream soup on Mr. John's head... and then Mr. John couldn't control his emotions anymore, he got up and beat the assistant with a cane."

"Mr. John fought really hard. He was always pressed by the opponent and retreated steadily. The detective assistant even despicably attacked Mr. John's left leg that had not fully recovered. I felt very horrified watching it."

"And ah, that detective assistant actually wanted to stab Mr. John with the table knife that Mr. John just used! Seeing that the situation was critical, I borrowed my sister's strength to let him feel the intoxicating fragrance of alcohol. Mr. John took advantage of it When he was unconscious, he hit the guy directly on the head until he rolled his eyes and passed out."

Croweite seemed to want to excuse her private use of mana, and continued to defend: "I was going to take Mr. John's hand and leave the restaurant quickly before the others reacted... But I didn't expect It happened that another police officer passing by heard the voice coming in... You all know what happened next."

After listening to the whole process, Winfreys not only didn't show the slightest worry, but felt a little happy... What a good opportunity!
"Well, I understand, Don't worry, Croweite, I won't just watch John being imprisoned, tomorrow I'll go out and ask our sponsors to help with this matter... you and Nello Just rest assured and wait."

He smiled and said, "Perhaps tomorrow, there will be a new church member in our church."

　The treasures in the capital seem to have been written by the author. Next, should I use the treasures in the game's counties first, or create a capital in the capital...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)