I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 21 Intuition?illusion!
"I found the clue so quickly, it really deserves to be the Black Crow Gang that dominates East London!"

Watson couldn't help feeling that the work efficiency of this gang was much faster than their detectives!
But it was still too early, Holmes hadn't come from outside the city yet, and telephones were not popular in this era, and the means of instant messaging mainly depended on running around... Watson thought for a second, then decided to check the situation by himself first.

He left a note in the detective office, telling the female detective that the Black Crow Gang has found clues, and I will go there first, and you must remember to come over later.

Then he stopped a taxi on the side of the road and rushed to the Black Crow Bar.

The journey took a long time, and when the carriage drove into East London, the sky was completely bright, but it was still covered with a thick layer of smog, making the sun dim.

Pedestrians on the street are in a hurry, and those returning home after the night shift pass by those who go to work in the morning, walking opposite each other, but their faces are full of tiredness.

Watson is naturally adaptable. After a night, he has become accustomed to the different visual clarity of the left and right eyes, and can clearly see the black coal dust in the hair of passers-by who flash past outside the carriage.

The door of the Black Crow Bar has been hung with a closing sign, but it is not locked. Through the glass, a burly figure can be vaguely seen leaning on the edge of the bar and puffing.

Knock, knock, Watson knocked on the door politely.

The people in the store stomped out their cigarette butts before slowly coming over to open the door.

He was wearing a tall hat, like a magician on the street, his facial features were as rough and tough as knives and axes, his face was sullen and arrogant and rebellious, his eyebrows seemed to be somewhat similar to Evie, it seemed that he was the Black Crow Gang another leader of .

This person looked Watson up and down. He had short black hair and a firm face. His hands and feet were disabled, which seemed to be hemiplegia. Hmm... exactly matched the description of my sister.

"You are Watson?"

"Yes, a child notified me that Evie wanted me."

"That's little Reynolds, our messenger boy from Crow." The person opened the door, "Come in first and we'll talk."

When Watson walked into the bar, he saw that the wooden floor covered with four puddles of blood last night had been cleaned, almost to the point of being shiny and reflective, so he couldn't help but want to ask you black crows what kind of cleaner you use ?The effect of destroying corpses and eradicating traces is comparable to Mansu woodland!
The leader of the black crow poured two glasses of beer, pushed one to Watson, and drank the other in one gulp.

"I'm Jacob Frye, Evie's brother."

"Evie has important things to do at the moment and can't spare time, but she has passed on your request to me last night. According to the information you provided, I have indeed found some clues."

He walked to the back kitchen of the bar and dragged out a scantily clad lady. Judging from her sleepy eyes, pale powdered makeup, and sunken eye sockets, Watson should be a skin worker who just got off work.

"This is Alice. She has witnessed the appearance of a character that matches the characteristics of your portrait."

The portrait was a quick sketch made by Holmes before he left last night, based on her shallow impression.

"yawn--"

Alice rubbed her eyelids, which were not fully opened, and she was barely awake.

"Yes~ I saw the person in the portrait the night before yesterday. Although the alley was so dark that it was hard to see clearly, it was at least [-]% to [-]% similar."

"Oh? Miss Alice, please explain carefully." Watson saw that the other party was still in a daze, and took out pounds and placed them on the table.

Alice's sleepy eyes immediately opened wide to reflect the light of money, and she was full of energy. She said with a smile on her face, "Hey, this gentleman is really generous."

"That night, the man in the portrait rented a spacious carriage, saying that he wanted to find more people to hold a grand group party. The price was extremely generous and the price was very high, and the sisters were all vying to go."

"However, his requirements are not low, and his body and appearance should not be too bad. I just had diarrhea because of eating bad food that day, and my face looked ugly, otherwise I would definitely be able to join."

Alice said angrily.

Watson looked at the rough face of Eldest Alice, who couldn't be concealed by her heavy makeup, and thought that you are not humble at all.

"Is there any other useful information? For example, the shape of the carriage, the appearance of the driver, or have you heard where their destination is?"

Alice thought about it carefully after hearing the words, and finally spit out a sentence, "Yes, I tried to sneak into the carriage that night, but was pushed off by the driver who didn't know what to do. Before I left, I heard that they were probably going to the carriage. Near Whitechapel."

"Okay, thank you very much."

Watson Sifu, this clue is enough, and the scope can be narrowed down to a specific area. Next, as long as you go to inquire about the new faces who have moved in recently, you will probably be able to get the result.

He turned to the leader of the black crow and said: "By the way, I may have a female companion who will come here to inquire about the situation later. Could you please pass on the information about the Whitechapel area to her as well."

Jacob replied: "No problem, I will let my subordinates tell her later."

Watson thanked him again, turned around and took a taxi to the Whitechapel area.

The Whitechapel in East London is quite famous in later generations, not only because of the pure white religious building, but also because of the Jack the Ripper incident that is very likely to occur in the future near the area.

Watson originally planned to ask the nearby residents, but on the way, he had a very strong intuition, as if there was a hoarse and magnetic voice in his head guiding the direction, telling him where he should go go.

In Watson's cognition, intuition should be a product of the subconscious mind, the result of running quietly in the background of the brain, and it is the integration of tiny pieces of information that are ignored by the subject's consciousness.

Just as Watson walked forward in the trenches, his intuition told him that there was an enemy around the corner ahead. This was not a foreknowledge, or maybe he had spotted an enemy moving there from the corner of his eye just now, or his ears had received the subtle sound covered by artillery fire. ...

But this time the intuition came so abruptly that Watson felt strange.

"Could it be that the secret biography of the moth also gave me a real sixth sense?"

An illogical intuition led Watson to a remote courtyard.

This is a very beautiful courtyard, with a white wooden fence surrounded by morning glories, and a well-groomed lawn inside, with gorgeous tulips emerging from the greenery.

There are two trees planted in front of the whitewashed house, one is Davidia involucrata and the other is also Davidia involucrata.

This courtyard is as glorious as a holiday villa, and it is incompatible with the bleak and dilapidated East London along the way. It really looks like the residence of rich children who are greedy for enjoyment.

It seemed that strange intuition was not in the wrong place.

There was no padlock on the small courtyard door, and Watson pushed it gently and walked in.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, the strange intuition in his head became stronger, as if he was urging him to enter the door loudly.

Watson turned a deaf ear, he had already heard the faint voice coming from the door.

Standing in front of the door, he suddenly had a strong sense of sight, as if he had returned to the day when he stood in front of Lance's house with Holmes... It seemed that there was a monster beyond ordinary people's imagination waiting for him behind the door.

Watson took off the plaster bandage, freed his left arm from restraint, opened the windbreaker, held the two guns, and slowly pushed the door in.

　Its thirst dries out my mouth and itches my hands

　　
　
(End of this chapter)