I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 24 Charlotte on the Run
There is a British proverb: "Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, and dinner like a pauper."

Even the Duke of Holmes’s family can’t escape this law: bacon slices from Berkshire pork loin, dark smoked sausages, half-ripe fried eggs, thin slices of toast, sweet and sour tomato Baked beans in sauce, French fries, black pudding (blood sausage), topped with relieved roasted tomatoes and sliced ​​mushrooms... This is their hearty breakfast today.

While dining, Charlotte Holmes suddenly had an ominous sixth sense, as if something bizarre would happen next.

She couldn't care less about eating slowly, said goodbye to her parents, and hurriedly got into the carriage and rushed to London.

Along the way, the ominousness and anxiety in her heart became more and more intense, and she urged Victor to hurry up.

When she returned to Baker Street and saw that the door of the detective agency was closed, Charlotte knew that something must have happened—as usual, Watson should open the door to welcome customers at this moment.

Could it be...Watson encountered an accident? !
She took out the key and pushed the door in, and saw that the room was clean and tidy without any signs of fighting, and on the reception table was a vase with a piece of paper on it, which read:

[Miss Charlotte, this morning I received a message from Evie from the Black Crow Gang, saying that they have found useful clues.I will go there first on my own initiative, and please go directly to the Black Crow Bar later. 】

Huh——Charlotte let out a long sigh of relief, and finally let go of her hanging heart.

"It turned out that I was going to track down the clues... I was too worried."

But thinking about it, even if Watson is disabled now, I'm afraid there are not many people in London who can hurt him...

The female detective locked the door tightly again and put up a sign that said it was closed today.

"Victor, let's go to the Black Crow Bar."

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When Charlotte came to the Black Crow Bar, there was a familiar face inside silently wiping the wine glass. It was the old Bach whom he met last night, and there was still a clear bruise on the other's face from the imprint of five fingers.

The old Bach, who was buried in his work, heard the sound of the door opening, and wondered which old drunkard came so early?

As soon as he looked up and saw that it was the tall and dashing lady from last night, he remembered the message that Jacob's boss had specifically warned before leaving the house.

"Good morning, Ms. Holmes, you are here for the commission last night. Your male companion came early in the morning. He found out that your target is probably hiding near the Whitechapel. What should you do next?" Go there."

"Whitechapel area... thanks!"

The female detective nodded slightly, turned around and stepped on the carriage, and continued to run to the next destination.

"Victor, go near the Whitechapel."

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As soon as they came near the White Church, they saw a thick black column of gunpowder smoke rising in the distance, straight up to the sky and connected with the hazy sky, like a stone column standing upright from the sky.

There are also many passers-by on the street looking up to the sky curiously, talking a lot, but this is just a joke on the way to work. Although it can relieve the frustration, depression and dull daily life every day, it is not worthy of too much attention. A little episode.

After the busy laborer laughed, he returned to his indifferent expression and continued to repeat his monotonous life.

On the contrary, the fire operation team in this area, which is responsible for extinguishing the fire, dispatched from the fire post immediately after observing the fire.

There are three people in the team, wearing a fire helmet filled with a curved bar cavity on the top to withstand falling objects at the disaster site, and working together to push a wooden cart equipped with a water storage barrel and a hand pump motor. This is the backwardness of the current era. fire extinguishing machinery.

Fortunately, it is the working time of the factory at this moment. There are few pedestrians and vehicles on the road, and the road is in good condition to pass smoothly, but the slow speed is really unsatisfactory.

Charlotte saw the fire engineer who was behind the car in an instant. She was able to maintain a pure and kind heart because of her wealthy family. She couldn't bear to see this and wanted to lend a helping hand.

She stopped Victor, leaned out the window and shouted, "Hey guys, let me give you a lift!"

The three firefighters peeked at each other and saw the complicated aristocratic coat of arms printed on the wall of the carriage, but they were timid and dared not agree. The three heads shook their heads in unison to decline the kindness.

"Thank you for your kindness! But we..."

Seeing that they seemed to be trying to shirk, Charlotte jumped off the carriage with her long legs, rolled up her sleeves to reveal her snow-white arms, and helped push the heavy fire truck with her hands, "Don't hesitate, it's important to put out the fire!"

The fire engineers refused in every possible way, but it was really hard to resist the kindness of this kind lady, so they had no choice but to take the rope handed over by the coachman and tie the fire engine and the carriage together.

They wanted to let the fire engine go first, and the three of them would chase after them, but they didn't dare to be in the same car with this noble lady.

Until Charlotte opened the car door, waved and urged: "Hurry up and get in the car, why are you still hesitating there?!"

Only then did the three of them squirm and sit in the carriage, hey, don't say that the seat cushion of the nobleman's carriage is comfortable, softer than the sofa at the captain's house, and these eight legs are indeed shorter than our six legs. How much faster!
Charlotte originally thought of completing this casual act of kindness first, and then went to the nearby representative landmark Whitechapel-she believed that Watson should be waiting for her no matter whether the search was fruitful or not.

But she never expected that when she and the fire engineers arrived at the courtyard that was burning like a furnace in the scorching sun.

Charlotte looked through the crowd of onlookers, and she saw Watson, who was covered in soot, was sitting alone in a corner drinking whiskey in a courtyard with lush flowers and plants, and the grass next to him was even more neatly arranged A pale body covered with a thick blue cloth that looks like a corpse on display!
A few corrupt and good people are squatting outside the fence, waiting for an opportunity to peek at the beautiful scenery under the carcass where the cloth can't cover it.

"Watson!"

Charlotte rushed to jump out of the carriage before the fire engineers took action. She pushed away the crowded crowd and rushed to her assistant in three steps at a time. She knelt down and asked in concern, "Watson, are you okay?" Bar?!"

I saw Watson's black and ash face as if he had just been drilled out of a coal mine, and there were burn marks on the top of his hair. There was only one firearm left in his gun bag, and he looked like he had just been through a terrible battle.

Moreover, with the keen eyesight of the female detective, it can be seen that although Watson's face was slightly reddish due to the effect of alcohol at this time, under the cover of pitch-black burning ash, the bottom layer of his complexion was weak and pale, obviously bearing the burden. Not a minor injury.

Hearing Charlotte's inquiry, Watson first sighed deeply, shook his head and sighed:

"I'm fine, it's just Harris—"

He raised his head, a trace of guilt and resentment flashed across his face.

"Harris has come into contact with forbidden knowledge, and he has been deformed into a monster like Lance!"

(End of this chapter)