I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 15 More and more interesting
The Shed Club, a secretive nightclub that may have ties to the occult.

However, to Watson's surprise, the Shedding Club, which should have been hiding in a remote bend of the river to avoid the investigation of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, actually opened upright in the center of the downtown area.

It is a classical Gothic building painted in thick white, or mixed with other exotic decoration elements. The clever designer blends the opposite colors of luxury and decadence, splendor and low-key in an incredible way. Transfiguration Clothing Club renders a fascinating and mysterious style.

The Shedding Club does not set up signboards, it is only needed by those who do not care about it. It only needs to keep silent, and its mysterious reputation will naturally attract specific customers like the faint fragrance of fine wine in the cellar.

Watson stepped up the white stone steps and walked under the arches of the dome. The thick Roman stone pillars on both sides were engraved with lifelike reliefs, which were men and women dancing for tribal sacrifices in ancient times.

It's just...the painting style of this relief is quite different from the Renaissance style of the current era. In Watson's view, it is more like the East Asian classical style he is more familiar with.

I don't know if it's a flaw in the stone itself, or the sculptor did it intentionally, but there are mottled stains on the column, which really affect the perception.

But that indecent stain fell on Watson's eyes, but it was like the finishing touch, adding details to the meaningless relief of stone pillars, and full of logic.

The real story of the relief should be like this——

The earth was dry and cracked, and the primitive tribes held sacrifices to pray to the sky. It was a ritual like a dance.As the sacrificial ceremony progressed, dark clouds gathered in the sky and thunder shook, and viscous liquid gushed out from the cracks in the earth.

And the clansmen who completed the ritual activities also began to grow wings as thin as cicada's wings...

An ignorant mortal might associate it with angels, but Watson has seen similar weird creatures before, and he thought in his heart: "After the ceremony, the wings deformed like insects... It seems that I found the right place. This place does have some kind of connection with the mystical world."

Perhaps Watson came too early. The club has not yet opened, and the ancient and heavy mahogany gate is tightly closed.

He tried to knock on the door, but the hollow sound echoed several times, but no one opened the door.

"Hey buddy! You're too early for the opening."

At this time, a passing gentleman wearing a monocle reminded enthusiastically.

"Oh thanks, what time does this club usually open?"

The single-lens gentleman smiled, "The Shedding Club has never had a fixed opening time, it is only open on certain nights every week."

He adjusted his monocle, and continued: "But you came by coincidence, tonight at [-] o'clock happens to be the opening time of this week, so remember to queue up early."

"thank you very much."

"It's easy to do." The gentleman waved his hand to show that you don't need to be polite, and walked slowly towards the end of the street.

It seems that we have to wait until night... Watson returned to the carriage, "Victor, let's go back to the detective office first."

"Yes, Mr. Watson."

Watson sat in the carriage and watched the shedding club gradually go away. I don't know if he was delusional. He always felt that there seemed to be a mass of entangled darkness hidden in that magnificent building. The darkness seemed to be pregnant with some kind of something to dread.

Watson is known for his investigative abilities in the army, but he failed to realize that while he was looking at the Shedding Club, there was also a beautiful figure looking at him from the window on the top floor of the Shedding Club.

It was a beautiful foreign woman, who seemed to be of Indian descent, with long, smooth and thick black hair curled up, a little red and auspicious brows, facial features that were astonishingly golden, and deep eyes that revealed the atmosphere The soft and mature charm, the eyes are piercing like never-ending blazing thunder, and the plump red lips are even more exotic.

The foreign woman looked at the aristocratic coat of arms on the carriage, thinking.

Her red lips are slightly parted, her voice is slightly hoarse but reveals an alluring and criminal laziness:
"Agdistis, if you see any members of the Holmes family tonight, please invite them directly into the arena."

"Yes!"

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Watson returned to 221B Baker Street and told all about what he had seen and heard today, naturally concealing his delusions of reverie.

He asked the other party if he would go with him at night, and if he didn't, he would be reimbursed - after all, the magnificent decoration is not cheap at first glance.

The female detective talked about the new clues her assistant got, "Is it the Shedding Club... Let's go together that night, just to relax."

"Ah."

Watson picked up a file on the table and asked, "Has there been any results from the investigation these days?"

"A little gain."

Holmes pushed the notebook full of dense information in front of Watson, "Although the follow-up information of the No. 3 Lauriston Garden Street case has been blocked by the Anti-Suppression Bureau, I still found some strange and unsolved cases in the past. There are related cases in the mysterious world."

Watson looked at the notebook—

[In [-], two physicists, Duffy Jones and Meredith Bryan, dueled on a mountaintop to prove that they possessed the only copy of an unnamed book , the specific process can no longer be studied, but according to historical records, the mountain erupted with an extremely dazzling and dazzling flash on that day.The bodies of the two physicists were not found at the scene afterwards. 】

[In [-], Lake Gladwin dried up. It is said that the locals found hundreds of ancient mummies standing in the lake, and a pair of broken altars in the center of the lake bottom. Soon after the lake returned, everything was submerged again. 】

[In [-], a collapse occurred in the middle of the Navan silver mine in Down County. The mine left over from the Roman era collapsed. After the miners who had been trapped for many days were rescued, they immediately shouted: "Lady!" "Monster!" "Wolf Queen!" and other words with unclear meanings. 】

[In October [-], the Thames River Daily published information about a suspicious case. The newspaper was blocked and recycled at noon that day, but some newspapers remained. The following is a clipping summary of the newspaper that day: Shocked!Famous collector Strathcoin commits suicide in his apartment! 】

[In April [-], a large explosion of unknown cause occurred in Kate and Hero Co., Ltd., and the lives of the two owners were taken away.According to eyewitnesses at the scene: Mr. Kate's charred body was still moving on the stretcher. 】

[In March [-], there were many mass self-mutilation incidents in St. Athene’s Hospital. The deceased preferred to open his chest and expose his internal organs. According to the hospital, the deceased involved a wide range of people and did not negotiate during his lifetime.Hospitals are closed. 】

【January 1980, [-], a remote abandoned warehouse on Riverside Street was blocked and controlled by relevant departments, and a large number of heavily armed personnel surrounded the scene tightly.According to the nearby residents: That night, the River Bank Street erupted with a dazzling brilliance like the sun, and there were faint roars of unknown beasts. 】

[On February 1980, 29, an unknown dancer at the Jubilant Theater tore off his own skin during a performance, exposing muscle fibers to the light at a glance, while the dance performance continued.Afterwards, some spectators and backstage personnel disappeared mysteriously. According to surviving witnesses, the lights in the theater were as pale as a silver moon, and the stage seemed to be distorted in some bizarre way. 】

[On May 1980, [-], Alden, the office manager of Glover & Sons, disappeared mysteriously. 】

Watson frowned, seeming rather worried, "Mysterious incidents broke out so intensively this year?"

The female detective shook her head lightly, "That's not the case, it's just that it's difficult to collect more information, and most of it has been blocked by the Anti-Suppression Bureau."

"However—" Holmes changed the subject, and said enthusiastically: "It is also possible that mysterious incidents are indeed increasing year by year."

"This world... is becoming more and more dangerous."

Watson said worriedly, but he didn't say the truth in the second half of the sentence, "...it's getting more and more interesting!"

(End of this chapter)