I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 16 The Dance of the Moths
At eight o'clock in the evening, the Shedding Club.

Still remembering the reminders from the kind people he met during the day, Watson deliberately set off with Holmes ahead of schedule.

When clinker came to the streets near the Shedding Club, it was a rare traffic jam in London.

When they came to the street where the Shedding Club was located, there was already a long queue at the door. The identities of the guests were quite complicated. There were well-dressed British gentlemen, glamorous ladies, and ordinary employees in the workplace. There are hard-working dock workers...

These people from different walks of life are all so harmoniously together and waiting in line.

Watson, who witnessed this scene, couldn't help wondering, what is the charm of this shedding club?
When Victor was driving the carriage through the gate of the Shedding Club, Watson saw such a long queue, and thought that tonight might be a waste of time.

But he was not willing to miss it, and looked at the open mahogany door, thinking that even if he couldn't enter, at least he had to see its internal structure, so that his trip was not in vain.

However, when his eyes passed through the dense crowd of people, around the bulging waist guard, and through the open door... he could only see the deep darkness, as if this door was not the passage to the singing and dancing Shengping nightclub, but The bottomless stomach that leads to the colossal beast.

Victor had just found an open space to park, and before they got out of the car, a gentleman wearing a white shirt and black trousers suddenly stepped out from the shadow of the street lights. He was tall and thin, and his clothes seemed thin It is not eroded by the cold wind of autumn night at all, and its waist is as tall and straight as a proud peacock.

He seems to be a Greek, with slightly dark skin, curly black hair combed docilely, his eyes are as blue as the Mediterranean Sea, and his age cannot be discerned between young and middle-aged, both young and male The vigor and the charm of a mature man.

The Greek man bowed slightly with one palm on his chest. Such a simple gesture revealed an inimitable elegance.

"Is this Miss Holmes?"

The female detective nodded slightly, "Your Excellency?"

"Next is Agdistis, the manager of the Shedding Club. The seat you reserved is ready, please follow me."

The female detective glanced at her assistant.

Holmes: "What's the situation? You used my father's name as a banner during the day?"

Watson: "I've been wronged! How dare I use your father's name without your permission."

Holmes cast a suspicious look at his assistant, cleared his throat and put on the air of aristocratic etiquette, "Lead the way ahead."

The two followed Agdistis, and under the envious eyes of the crowd, they stepped into the bloody door, and walked into a dark and deep straight corridor. At the end of the corridor was a huge screen that blocked the outside view.

It was only then that Watson realized that his previous judgment was wrong. It turned out that the back of this door was not purely dark.

The faint light that seems to be faintly sprinkled on the ceiling above the head seems to be specially designed. The lamp body is hidden on the ceiling, and the light is cut and weakened by the curtain. It is as dim as if you can reach the corridor through layers of obstacles.

When customers pass through this corridor, they will unconsciously feel a sense of mystery and expectation of groping along the faint moonlight in the dark night.

This surprised Watson a little. This ingenious design is almost the same as the nightclubs of later generations. It can be said to be a cross-age invention in the present.

At the same time, he also felt that this faint silver light was quite familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, could it be the same style as that of later nightclubs?
It wasn't until he walked through the corridor that he suddenly realized that these fragments of brilliance were no different from the cold moonlight piercing through the shadows of the whirling trees in the Mansu forest!
The impression of the Shedding Club in Watson's mind also deepened its connection with the mysterious world.

It was not until they walked around the screen like a dense bush watered by steel that they formally stepped into the interior of this secret nightclub.

To Watson's surprise, the actual shedding club is quite different from the seductive picture on the small card. It is not a sexy and noisy strip dancing place, but more like a quiet and comfortable bar.

I saw a faint but not dim light in the venue, and the booths were scattered far away, so that the privacy of customers could not be peeped by neighbors.

The bar counter is placed in the shadow of the corner, a young and handsome guy is busy silently, and the waiter who comes and goes is also such a handsome young man.

Right in front of all the seats was a spacious stage. At this moment, the scarlet and bloody curtain hung down. It seemed that the performance had not yet started.

Agdistis brought them to a location in a remote corner, from which they could have a panoramic view of the entire venue.

"Here is the seat reserved for the two of you. What would you like to drink?"

Watson replied casually: "Beer."

"Then I'll have beer, too."

Neither of them forgot that the original purpose of the trip was to investigate the clues of Harris' disappearance case. They had to keep a clear head and not drink too much alcohol. As for why they ordered beer...it's not even considered a drink in Great Britain, but It is a daily drink, and its status is no different from that of water.

Agdistis smiled slightly and bowed slightly, "Then I will step back for now, the two of you can enjoy the performance."

"Wait!" Watson reached out and stopped the club manager who was about to leave.

He knew very well that he never had an appointment when he came during the day, and he even got rejected. Why did the other party say that they had already made a reservation at this moment?
The club manager seemed to have guessed what he was going to say next, put his index finger on his lips as if to hiss, and said softly: "I know you two must have doubts in your heart, but please watch the show first, and I will answer it later."

After speaking, Agdistis melted into the shadows as quickly as he came, and disappeared without a trace, like a ghost.

As soon as the other party left, the female detective asked urgently:
"Is it really not the seat you reserved?"

Watson shook his head slowly, "It's the first time I've heard of this club, and I was rejected when I came during the day, and it's my turn to reserve seats, which is obviously only for members and VIPs."

Holmes frowned slightly, "From this point of view, this club is indeed a bit weird, and perhaps it has something to do with my cousin's disappearance."

Watson took a sip of the beer that was just delivered by the waiter, "It's really weird, but according to the manager, we can only ask after the show is over."

bang——

While the two were talking, the red curtain on the stage slowly opened, and there was a thunderous drumming sound inside, and the drumbeat was as tight as the beating of a restless heart.

The drummer was none other than Mr. Agdistis, the manager of the club.

The sound of the drums was like the horn of a march, and all the musicians responded one after another, playing a symphony as passionate as a violent thunderstorm.

At this time, the curtain was completely lifted, and there were several graceful and beautiful dancers standing on the field. They were all dressed in thin and thin clothes, exposing their beautiful and graceful figures. Their milky white skin was illuminated by the stage lights There are sparkling waves.

They have different postures, or they stand together as if meditating, or spread their arms as if they are spreading wings, or fold their fists and chests as if they are confessing, or bend down and knees as if they are working, or put their arms on their heads as if they are sleeping... even their expressions There are also differences, or pity, or joy, or pain, or hard work, or madness...

But they are all still, like lifelike sculptures.

bang, bang bang bang—

With Agdistis's agitation and violent vibration, the dancers lost their stillness, danced happily, and looked forward to brilliance.

Among them, a petite dancer who performed most prominently, her dancing movements looked left and right as if she was looking for her. Her big blue eyes were full of agility, and she looked slyly at them, which seemed weird.

When her eyes glanced at the remote seat in the corner, and Watson happened to meet his eyes, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated like a wild horse, and his muscles trembled like being struck by lightning.

Time seemed to be stagnant, and space seemed to stop moving. Watson only had the smiling female dancer in his eyes, and an indescribably strange electric current was trembling in his heart.

But this is definitely not the germ of lust, but a wonderful feeling of being connected by the same blood...

Watson murmured in his heart:

"moth……"

　Hey, I've been double-changing for three days in a row, and I feel my head is getting more and more itchy. The light of the monitor seems to be able to seep into the brain through the pupils, reflecting the wrinkles of the brain... and I will also transform into a second-gen beast!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)