I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 19 Black Crow Bar
As soon as she left the Shedding Club, the female detective asked anxiously, "Watson, did you bring a weapon when you went out?"

Watson patted his ribs, and there was a solid sound. He was different from the laymen behind him. Even when he was carrying a gun, he hid it tightly, like an unarmed ordinary person.

"Okay, give me a share. I know you must have two guns." Holmes shouted excitedly, "Victor, let's go to the Black Crow Pub in East London first."

Victor looked embarrassed, "Miss, it's too dangerous to go to East London at such a late hour! If something happens, how can I explain to the master?"

Holmes sat down in his seat with great confidence, and took the revolver handed over by Watson.

"Don't worry about it. If you are really afraid of accidents, send us there quickly. You know better than me how bad the law and order in East London is after midnight."

Victor sighed in embarrassment, the wrinkles on his old face were piled up, but he could only hurry on his way.

Compared with the enthusiastic female detective, her assistant seemed a little too calm, calm to the point of indifference, just leaning back against the inner wall of the car body, his sitting posture slightly undulating with the bumping carriage.

Holmes glanced at the assistant's left arm, which was still in plaster, and said, "Watson, you are still disabled. If there is any dispute later, you can hide behind me and I will cover you."

The female detective patted her plump breasts passionately.

Watson smiled faintly, "Okay, then I will be responsible for following behind and covering for you."

Against Victor's reluctance, the carriage quickly drove to the defeated East London area.

The air here is dirtier and more turbid than in the city. Large and small private workshops are like a group of dead beasts lurking in the low steel forest, breathing out a scorched smell to the sky, and even the dirt on the road seems to be stained. A layer of dark.

The carriage passed by a forging workshop that was still working at night, and a large number of hot sparks burst out, which shocked the horses and screamed again and again.

Victor stopped in front of a bar on Cross Street.

This bar looks quite spacious. There is no signboard on the top of the door, but mottled handwriting is painted with white paint on the glass window. It is vaguely recognizable that the writing is "Black Crow Bar". Watson noticed that there seems to be a bar in the bar. A secret door leads to a narrow alley next to it, apparently for escape in case of escape.

At this moment, the night has already completely fallen, and the inside of the bar seems to be full of customers, and the noisy atmosphere is overflowing to the street outside.

"This Black Crow Bar is the property of the Black Crow Gang, and it can be said to be the busiest civilian bar in the neighborhood."

Holmes explained to Watson: "The Black Crow Gang is a gang that has emerged in the past two years. It is extremely powerful. It is said that the leader behind the scenes is a pair of siblings. They are not like other vicious gangsters who act recklessly. The attitude is relatively gentle, and a rule was established at the beginning of the bar opening: no one is allowed to make trouble here!"

"Other rival gangs came to provoke trouble at first, but as the Black Crow fought back with iron and blood, the gangs in the nearby blocks gradually acquiesced to this rule, and the Black Crow Bar has gradually evolved into a 'safe haven' for East London gangs! "

"Although East London is mixed with dragons and snakes, it is considered relatively safe in the Black Crow Bar, and there are contacts with all kinds of sects, and the news is extremely well-informed. We should be able to find out about Harris here."

Watson understood that a bar is to gangsters, just like an inn is to knight-errants, it is a hub of information and communication for people from all walks of life, but why does the history of the Black Crow Bar sound so much like a Victorian version of the Peace Hotel?
Holmes flung open the creaking glass door, and immediately a complex smell of cheap rouge perfume, cheap cigarettes, and processed alcohol came to his face.

The bar suddenly fell into a kind of sluggish tranquility, and the eyes of all the drinkers were focused on this tall beauty. There were surprises and doubts, envy and jealousy, and undisguised animal desire... …

Holmes walked aggressively to a small round table in the corner, put his hands on the table, and showed an unquestionable smile.

"Two gentlemen, can you show your gentlemanly character and make room for this weak woman like me."

The two working-class men whose clothes were stained with thick coal dust looked at each other, laughed loudly and clinked their cups, got up tacitly to wipe off the light dust on the seat, and stretched their right palms across their chests to meet the seat, that's all. A slightly comical bow.

"Please!"*2
"Hahaha, thank you very much."

The female detective let out a clear laugh like a silver bell, and beckoned to her assistant.

As soon as Watson sat down, he immediately felt a few sharp eyes like knives cast on him, as if they were going to cut him into pieces.

Holmes waved his hand towards the bar and shouted, "Barman, two beers!"

According to the rules of the Black Crow Bar, you have to pay first before you get the drink, but the bartender with a mustache is also willing to make an exception for this heroic lady, and immediately poured two glasses full of foam from the barrel behind him. The slightly turbid liquid was brought to the table of the female detective and her assistant.

"Thank you, and I invite you to have a drink too."

Holmes passed out a few one-pound coins. In Great Britain, the so-called asking the bartender for a drink is actually a kind of euphemistic tip.

The bar took it with a smile, "This lady is really beautiful and generous!"

Holmes stopped the bartender who was about to retreat, "Oh, don't hurry, we still have something to ask you."

As soon as the bartender heard it, he knew that he was here to inquire about information. No wonder he gave so many tips. He thought he really met a generous and generous lady.

But for the sake of the pound, he immediately put on an eager smile, "Please tell me."

Holmes said with gestures, "I want to ask you about a man named Harris Boot, who should have appeared nearby recently. He is not tall, with a fat face and pale complexion. He has short flaxen-colored curly hair. He likes Run into the Moulin Rouge."

The bartender smiled wryly when he heard this.

"Ma'am, the kind of people you mentioned can be ninety if not hundred in East London, especially because they like to run to the Moulin Rouge. It's really inappropriate for you to ask here. The Black Crow Bar doesn't do this business." of."

The female detective pondered for a moment, then took out another large-denomination banknote, "Then if I want to entrust you Black Crow to help find clues about this person, how much information fee will I have to pay?"

"I have to ask the boss about this matter, please wait a moment—"

boom!
The door of the Black Crow Bar was violently pushed open, the glass door trembled and almost shattered, and the noisy bar immediately fell silent.

A group of guys wearing newsboy-like peaked caps, suit vests and windbreakers, who looked extremely fashionable but smelled of alcohol broke in.

One of the leading muscular fellows shouted cursingly:

"Old Bach, where the fuck is your boy, hurry up and get the wine."

When the bartender named Old Bach saw this person, his expression darkened immediately, and he rushed forward and scolded: "Fack! Arthur, you stupid pig, the Black Crow Bar is not a place for you to make trouble!"

Arthur looked at the small bar in front of him who kept yelling and cursing, his bloodshot eyes narrowed slightly due to the alcohol.

He slapped his hand violently and slapped the old Bach loudly on the face.

"What the fuck are you, you dare to talk to me like that!!!"

Poor bartender Bach is old and weak, after receiving this firm slap, even his big teeth that had been loose for a long time collapsed, and his whole body even flew out on the spot and knocked over innocent drinkers watching the theater table, fell to the ground and passed out.

Seeing how powerful his slap was, Arthur also laughed out loud.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the table in the corner, where a beautiful lady who seemed to be radiating dazzling light was sitting there.

He walked over with unsteady steps, and said with a frivolous smile:
"Hey, what a pretty girl, come and have a few drinks with Master Arthur."

(End of this chapter)