I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 20 The Female Leader Evie

Arthur looked at the cold and pure and delicate face behind the table, felt his mouth dry, and couldn't help sticking out his tongue to lick his chapped lips.

He couldn't even help daydreaming,... There must be a very contrasting erotic charm!
Thinking of this, Arthur swallowed another mouthful of saliva, and his Adam's apple squirmed and gurgled.

"Hey, don't worry about this charming lady!"

Arthur rubbed his hands, a lewd and wretched smile appeared on his face, and a greasy light flashed across his red wine tank nose.

However, his self-righteous showing off only caused the cold and beautiful lady to sneer contemptuously, she didn't even look at him, and continued to talk to the disabled guy next to her.

Arthur immediately became angry, this woman is so courageous!You must know that no one has ever been able to ignore the masculine charm of this uncle!It has never been! ! !

The corner of his mouth raised a ferocious arc, hum!Uncle Arthur hates guys who don't know how to flatter them the most. He originally wanted to bond emotionally, but now I have no choice but to use force!

With a sudden wave of his hand, he swept down the two glasses of beer on the table in front of him, put his hands on the table, and roared with a ferocious expression:
"Stinky bitch, don't be ashamed of your face, I will let you experience what is called wheel war later!"

When the other three companions heard what the boss said, they showed obscene smiles, eager to try.

The drinkers next to them just watched indifferently, whispering in private, and even showed excitement to watch the battle.

The disabled man at the side spoke out, but his tone trembled with fear: "Wait... this... big brother, the two of us just passed by here to chat for a while, and we didn't intend to offend... Look at it, How about I pay you brothers to change to another place and have another drink?"

"Pay?"

Arthur's red eyes glared at this coward who was trembling under his own pressure, while the other party's eyes drifted away, his eyes looked left and right but he didn't dare to meet his eyes.

And the icy woman's face was already livid, as if frost had really condensed on her face.

"Hahaha!"

Arthur laughed loudly, "Brothers, did you hear that this cowardly little boy actually wants to use money to deal with our Yuxue Gang!"

The three companions behind him immediately laughed loudly, and their words were full of sarcasm.

"Hahaha what a waste!"

"You kid, do you think our Bloody Blood Gang are punks on the street?! You can get away with a little money?!"

"Bah, you little boy with delicate skin and tender flesh, let me train and train you."

Arthur put his arms around his chest, "Then I would like to see how much money you can spend to avoid disasters. If the amount is considerable enough, I will allow you to watch from the sidelines when we fight this chick." ~"

"Brother, don't worry, the number will definitely satisfy you."

The handicapped boy had a flattering and awkward smile on his face, and his only healthy right hand slowly stretched out to the inner pocket of the windbreaker, as if he wanted to take money out of it.

The glamorous woman was already gnashing her teeth, staring at her assistant in disbelief.

Then... the disabled boy took out a murder weapon with a stern light from his arms!
Arthur's pupils immediately shrank to the size of a needle eye, and he opened his mouth full of alcohol to shout out to be careful, but before the words reached his throat, his world was plunged into the cold, dead eternal darkness...

Bang bang bang bang—the deafening gunshots rang out!

Even if Watson holds it with one hand, it is enough to fire four shots in an instant.

Four bright and eye-catching blood flowers bloomed from the Black Crow Bar. Under the four flying hat brims, and in the four bright red holes, an unknown dirty liquid like rotten tomatoes fried rotten egg whites splashed out.

Huh——Watson blows away the remaining smoke from the muzzle, and presses down on the revolver that the female detective just took out from her arms.

"Professional things should be left to professional people... Detective is your strong point, but killing is also my strong point."

Watson's tone was understated, but Holmes could clearly feel the slight trembling of his fingertips that were in contact with his skin. Was it affected by the recoil?Or the excitement after the killing?
The female detective couldn't help but look sideways. From her angle, she could only see the right side of Watson's face. The other side's face was slightly flushed, as if he was slightly drunk.It's just that the frequency of blinking is slightly more frequent... Is it nervous or depressed?

But in fact, the moment Watson pulled the trigger, his brain exploded like a copper bell, and the world in his eyes began to appear abnormal, with dots of blurred light spots like flying mosquitoes.

The light spots became clear in an instant, and they turned out to be small moths crawling up from the beer mugs, flying into the air from under the collars of the audience, and crawling out of the hair of the spectators...

They are dancing and circling in the Black Crow Bar, seeming to be whispering secretly, seeming to be jubilant and joyous, seeming to be chasing the light...

Afterwards, they huddled in groups like spears, and rushed towards Watson suddenly!

Watson kept his composure and let the mad moth penetrate his left pupil and break into his skull.

He could feel these illusory moths burning in his skull as if they were on fire, and his burnt body was falling, right on top of the incomprehensible scripture in the depths of his consciousness.

The true meaning of the originally obscure scriptures suddenly became clear, and part of the hieroglyphs seemed to release chaotic light!

The light fell on Watson's mind, and he felt a spasm of consciousness.He couldn't help but want to throw away his clothes to expose his body, but this time his will was not completely crushed by this heterogeneous desire, he just loosened his collar, as if he was hot with excitement.

The light fell on Watson's left eye, and he felt an uncontrollable itching. Something seemed to be growing wildly in the lens, and it was really hard to resist with willpower. He could only relieve the symptoms by constantly blinking vigorously.

The strangeness faded away like a tide, and Watson opened his eyes suddenly, and the depths of his left pupil seemed to burst out with a green light like emerald beads!

His vision suddenly became confused, the left side was the clearest, the middle was next, and the right side was slightly blurred.

Watson narrowed his right eye slightly, focused on his left pupil, and found that the whole world was completely clear. The light of the chandelier on the top was so dazzling and alluring, and the dirt on the teeth of the dumbfounded drinker ten meters away was so clear. Obviously, the flapping frequency of the wings of passing mosquitoes is so slow...

"Could this be the power contained in the secret scriptures?!"

"But when did I analyze the true meaning of the scriptures?!"

A series of questions flashed through Watson's mind. Looking at the bloody gang members who were slowly falling in front of him, he speculated:
"I was able to trigger the vision in the skull at the moment I killed these four villains."

"So, the key to deciphering the true meaning of the scriptures, or it should be said to practice secret transmission, lies in my previous actions..."

"Is it to show weakness to the enemy? Is it a sudden attack? Or is it pure killing..."

Watson couldn't figure it out, but there seemed to be some kind of divine help in the dark, and a certain light of wisdom suddenly appeared in his skull, and he suddenly realized it.

"It's a fraud!"

"Fraud is the rule of moths!"

"But I just showed the enemy to be weak, and the act of pretending to be a coward coincided with the principle of deception, so I was able to reveal part of the true meaning of the secret scriptures and obtain part of the mysterious power hidden in the secret scriptures!"

"So that's it, I understand, I understand, I understand!!!"

Watson laughed maniacally inwardly.

After a few seconds of absolute silence, the drinkers around also recovered from the shock, screaming, discussing, and applauding one after another, making the noise seem to overturn the Black Crow Bar.

Amidst such noise, a woman in black with a hood ran down from the upper floor of the Black Crow Bar. She roared loudly:
"Who is it! How dare you shoot at the Black Crow Bar?!"

Her words carried the coercion of the superior, and the bar immediately fell silent, and all the drinkers turned their heads to look at the corner table tacitly.

The woman, suspected to be the owner of the Black Crow Bar, followed the gazes of the drinkers, and saw the four blood-bathed gangsters who had fallen to the ground and couldn't get up again. bartender.

Time seemed to slow down, and the world seemed to lose its color in her eyes. In the black and white vision, there were only pools of bright red or bright yellow lights shining—the embodiment of bloodstains and footprints.

The situation on the field may seem chaotic, but the specific situation has been realized in an instant.

As soon as the eyes of the woman in black rolled slightly, the anger on her face was replaced by a hearty smile.

She walked to the corner, spat out a mouthful of spittle as she passed four still hot corpses, and then gave a thumbs up to the disabled man who hadn't closed his gun yet.

"Good job!"

"I, Evie Frye, appreciate a hero like you who has the courage to stand up for women!"

"Drinks are free tonight! Drink as much as you want!!!"

Yay——the onlookers yelled up to the sky, raised their wine glasses to the sky, and then drank with their necks up.

Seeing that the visitor was not malicious, Watson safely put the revolver back into the concealed gun pouch under his ribs.

And the lady proprietress of the Black Crow Bar had already filled three glasses of clear beer and walked towards Watson.

She put the wine glass on the table, and pulled a chair to sit together, "Let me buy a drink for you two."

The female detective and her assistant nodded together, "Thank you."

After taking her seat, the proprietress raised the hood of the dark leather windbreaker, and Watson was able to see the real face of the other party at this time - her dark flaxen hair was tied up in a braid, her pale eyebrows were curved like willows, and her blue pupils There is a rational light shining in the middle, and there are playful freckles on both sides of the nose.

The proprietress was wearing a shirt that was as tight as a leather armor, and her tight breeches outlined the round and strong curvature of her thighs. Her body was as fit as a vigorous cheetah, and she looked extremely explosive.

"The two look quite strange, they shouldn't be from East London, right?"

The female detective replied: "That's right, we came here to find traces of a man. He may have bought a property and lived in East London in the past few days. He is planning to entrust your help to investigate, but your bartender ..."

She aimed at the bartender who had fallen to the ground and was still awake, but did not continue.

Evie said confidently: "Meeting is fate! Leave this matter to us, the Black Crow Gang, and you won't need any rewards, just treat it as making friends!"

Watson, who just broke through the mystery of secret transmission, felt very happy. Seeing Evie's boldness, he praised: "Miss Evie is really refreshing!"

He held his glass high against the glamorous lights, facing the young and beautiful gang leader.

"Come on! Miss Evie, I, Watson, offer you a toast!"

"Hahaha, Mr. Watson, I would like to toast you too!"

The two clashed cups, and the beer in the cups set off tiny waves, which collided fiercely between the cups like shaking hands vigorously.

"How should I contact the two after finding the clue?"

"221B Baker Street Sherlock Holmes Detective Agency."

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In the early morning of the next day, the sky was still bright, and Watson was exercising with his own weight, when he heard a rapid knock on the door.

Watson opened the door and saw that the person who came was a short and immature child, just up to his waist height.

"Is that Mr. Watson?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"Sister Yiwei asked me to bring you a message, saying that she has found a clue and asked you to go to the Black Crow Bar."

　In fact, cheating is not specified in Moth's guidelines, but from the job content of talking to Moth apprentices in the game, it is defaulted that cheating is related to moths.

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)