I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 2 Interesting Jobs

The owner of the hotel is a middle-aged couple with handsome faces. The husband is leaning on the bar and reading the latest "Strand Street" magazine, and the wife is sitting and drinking coffee.

They seem to think that Watson is a hero wounded by the war, and the service attitude is quite enthusiastic, and they even gave a favorable discount.

Watson once again declined the boss's kindness to help with luggage, and insisted on going upstairs by himself.

This hotel was transformed from a private residence, so the layout of the rooms varies in size, perhaps because of the low season, there are not many guests at the moment.

He chose a guest room on the top floor. The room was not big, but it was well-kept, but the white-washed bedding always smelled of the rainy season that had not been exposed to the sun for a long time.

This is one of the big downsides of living in London.

Watson unloaded his luggage, put his cane on the side of the bed, and tried to move his right leg, but it was still so useless, not to mention running wildly, even walking with hesitation.

This made him feel a little pessimistic.

Originally, besides the more cutting-edge ideas, the only thing I could rely on was my combat experience in the army, and I could have used this to get a hard-working job.

Now that one leg is half disabled, I am afraid that it is difficult to apply for a job as a bar janitor.

Watson sighed, feeling that his future seemed a bit gloomy. If he really couldn't find a suitable job, it seemed that he could only resume his old job.

However, is there any job in this London city that can use skills such as infiltration behind enemy lines, surprise beheading, subversive riots, etc...

After many days of exhaustion, he was a little tired now. He lay on the bed, listening to the sound of carriages outside the window, and fell asleep.

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In the morning of the next day, Watson was downstairs drinking tea and chatting with the landlord and his wife. They drank Sam's black tea with fresh milk in it.

There was a heavy rain in London this morning, and the ground on the road was a little muddy. Little Stamford's carriage drove to the hotel as scheduled, splashing muddy flowers.

Watson said goodbye to the landlady and his wife, picked up his cane and walked into the carriage.

They drove to Holborn's, where Stanford Jr. had reserved a quiet spot.

Little Stanford skillfully ordered the dishes, shook the wine in the glass that had already awakened, and stared at the buried war hero in front of him, "Watson, what are your plans when you return to London?"

This is really falling asleep and hitting the pillow. In this backward era and there is no talent recruitment market, Watson is worried about where to find a job.

"I'm thinking about finding a suitable job, do you have anything to introduce?"

Little Stanford laughed, drank the wine in his glass, patted his chest and said confidently: "You are really asking the right person, our Stanford family still has some contacts in London, you can boldly say what you want , I will definitely arrange it for you."

Watson nodded, knowing that the other party was not lying. Although the Stanfords were not relatives of the royal family, they were considered aristocrats with a long history in London.

But in fact, he himself has no specific goals.

"Actually, I didn't think about it. Basically, I want to find a job that is not so boring, can be exposed to novel things from time to time, is exciting but not dangerous, and has a certain amount of mental and physical challenges. Interesting job."

This answer was a little unexpected for Little Stanford. He thought Watson would want to find a job related to his military experience. At least in this way, he would not waste his ability on the battlefield.The rhetoric prepared in advance cannot be thrown out smoothly.

Interesting, exciting, challenging... Little Stanford murmured these demands with his head down, and fell into deep thought.

After a while, he clapped his fists and shouted excitedly: "Yes! I think of a job that meets your requirements!"

"Oh! What's the job?"

Watson was also a little surprised. After all, he didn't know the truth after he said all the demands.

"How about a private detective?!"

Little Stanford explained: "London is currently the most populous city in the world. The dense population is a breeding ground for crime. Now the authorities' peacekeeping police force is seriously insufficient, and difficult cases emerge in endlessly. Especially among the nobles, some cases are not suitable. If it is announced to the public, most of them will choose trusted private investigators to investigate."

"Watson, if you open a private detective agency, you don't need to sit in the office all day and repeat the work, and you can often see the incredible things among the nobles, and the process of solving the case is also very challenging. Isn't it satisfying? Watson your request!"

Private detective... When Watson first heard about this profession, the first thing that came to mind was the elementary school student of death and Juanfu.

He wanted to shake his head and deny it, but after careful consideration, he found that what Stanford said seemed to make sense. Apart from the boring process of staying on site, the private detective tracked and arrested the suspect, and investigated the case. mentioned requirements.

And it is also the time when the detective culture is on the rise.

The most important point is that Watson used to be a real fan of mystery novels, and he really had a great interest in the detective industry.

"good idea!"

Watson gave a heartfelt admiration.

"However, it's hard to trust a stranger like me in this industry, especially since I have no experience working in the police station. I'm afraid I won't be able to attract customers by directly opening a detective agency."

Little Stanford waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, I happen to know a detective who is recruiting assistants, and I can recommend one or two for you. Let's start with assistants to accumulate experience and fame, and it won't be too late to start our own business after the wings are strong."

"only……"

Little Stanford said with some hesitation, "I have to tell you in advance, that detective is not easy to get along with, you have to be mentally prepared."

"Why? Is there something wrong with this person's character?"

"Oh, that's not what I mean. As far as I know, she can barely be called a good character, but she has a weird personality. She is particularly obsessed with certain scientific fields, and she often has some weird ideas."

"Her?! Is the detective a lady?"

Watson is really surprised. Although the women's liberation movement has emerged, it has not yet reached the era of "women hold up half the sky". Women are still discriminated against in the workplace and are not very popular in most industries.

Little Stanford nodded heavily, "That's right, although she is a young lady, she is indeed very talented in the detective industry. Even though she has a weird personality, her detective agency has never lacked business, and the customers who come and go are almost breaking the threshold. "

"You've always said that this female detective has a weird personality and is difficult to get along with, but what are the specific manifestations? Let me give you an example so that I can be mentally prepared."

"Some things can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words." Little Stanford chuckled, "Actually, her temper is normal, but she is too enthusiastic about science, so that it seems weird in the eyes of others."

"I remember one time at a banquet, she was tired of facing a persistent suitor, and even took out a small glass bottle from her arms, which contained toxin-containing alkaloids, as long as the fanatical suitor was willing to help taste it After a while, she agreed to date him."

Little Stanford paused when he said this, as if he wanted to observe Watson's reaction when he heard this.However, this disabled war hero really had a strong mind, his face was calm, and he still listened carefully.

He had no choice but to take a sip of wine, pretending to moisten his throat, and continued: "Of course, she didn't do it out of pure malice, but also for the purpose of scientific research. While driving away suitors, she can also try to verify the alkaloid. effects on the human body."

"Of course, I believe that if there were other professionals to help record the scene, she would definitely be able to swallow the alkaloid without hesitation."

Watson was not surprised, it sounded like a fanatical scientist, he waved his hand, "It's okay, at least she will remind others that it is poison."

"Hey! She is more than that. I saw with my own eyes once that she actually dragged out the dead body in the dissection room in front of other people, and beat it vigorously with a stick, just to verify the condition of the wound on the body, but What a fucking freak!"

Little Stanford was a little resentful. It seems that the scene he witnessed back then really left a shadow on his mind.

Watson frowned when he heard this, not because he was disgusted by the strange behavior of the female detective, but because he suddenly felt that this experience sounded so familiar, and it seemed to highly overlap with a well-known novel character in later generations .

"And she also..."

"Wait a minute." Watson couldn't help interrupting Stanford's words, wanting to verify his unrealistic guess.

"The female detective you're talking about... What's your name?"

"Charlotte Holmes."

　The author of this work: John H. Watson
　　Origin: Retired military officer

　　Initial attributes:
　　【Health】*2, 【Pain】*1
　　[Passion]*1, [Passion (Destroyed)]*1
　　【rational】*2
　　【Fund】*28
　　
　
(End of this chapter)