I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 252 Detective’s Ladder

The incomplete crescent moon slowly climbed to the night sky.

It was late at night, and the cold city seemed to have fallen into a deathly sleep, but there were still many people busy in the quiet darkness.

Charlotte Holmes, a well-known female detective in the city, is also a special investigator of the secret organization's Anti-Suppression Bureau. At this moment, she is submitting one application after another to her superiors and authorities, trying to catch up with those powerful and powerful men who are full of oil. Before he knew it, he had decided on the secret operation for tomorrow night.

During the time when Watson was undercover in the Crossroads Order, Charlotte did not slow down in her progress - the accumulation of credits in various small supernatural cases made her reputation and status within the Anti-Suppression Bureau rise rapidly - the great technique was are some of the rewards that female detectives receive.

And being able to master the use of the great technique in a short period of time proved the female detective's talent from the side, and she was increasingly used in the bureau.

So when the application orders for search, arrest and dispatch of extermination troops were sent to Old Jack's desk, he looked at the strong and powerful handwriting of his distant niece on the report, and at the person who had heard about it during a secret gathering within the family a few days ago. Familiar with the place names, a playful smile couldn't help but appear on the haggard and thin face, and the dry and white curly beard curled up in an intriguing arc.

He was sitting in a dark office inside the Anti-Suppression Bureau, but his eyes were clearly shining brighter than the gas lamps on the street. The blazing white light seemed to be able to penetrate the thick paper specially made by the Bureau, and see every stroke of pen and ink. The vigorous trajectory outlined - it seems that my little niece has made up her mind to achieve this.

Old Jack's smile became more and more exaggerated, and his unbridled and crazy laughter echoed in the claustrophobic quiet room.

"Hahahahaha, it's really interesting. The little pearl of the Holmes family actually wants to use her family's new industry to help her climb up the ladder!!!"

"Hahaha, let me see if my scary cousin will be angry at the apple of his eye because of this matter——"

"How could such a self-righteous and ridiculous 'detective' appear in the Holmes family where noble blood flows! Such drama is comparable to the absurdity of the wedding partner my cousin chose back then!"

"Hahahahaha - this time it's finally my turn to witness the birth of the farce with my own eyes!!!"

The strong light in Old Jack's eyes flashed crazily with the frequency of laughter. His unique and difficult-to-disguise signature was imprinted at the end of Charlotte Holmes' application report. The ink written with charcoal faintly flowed with no mercy. of glow.

The signed application report was quickly transmitted to the relevant logistics department through the secret transmission channel in the quiet office. Although the logistics director who received the order was surprised by the identity of the arrest target, the signature at the end of the report could never be disguised. He could only honestly Act according to the order and begin to mobilize the corresponding troops accurately point to point.

As for tomorrow morning, will those leaders who also hold seats in the House of Lords see this application among the vast pages and reject it angrily?
That's not something he, a mere logistics director of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, should consider... Sigh, a little guy like me won't participate in these games between top dignitaries. I'd better fulfill my responsibilities honestly. With a little effort, I might be able to send my descendants away from this powerful and corrupt country, away from the whirlpool of power struggles, and just be ignorant but comfortable ordinary rich people, no longer having to bear the secrets of the hidden world. ………………

Even though Crescent Moon is deeply reluctant to give up, she still has to abide by the rules set by the great gods and silently abdicate the throne of the sky to the new dawn.

The blue and green mixed with a hint of reddish dawn can easily tear apart the cold night sky, but it cannot break through the obstruction of the haze and dark clouds. The slightly dim dawn gradually illuminates the entire dark city, even in remote areas. The gray hospitals on the edge of the river bend were awakened by this faint warm light.

The prostitutes who had finished their hard night shift made an appointment to come to the doctor. Their thick white makeup had been stained by sweat and low-quality beer liquid, and the remaining makeup was stained here and there on their faces, as if they were suffering from deformed vitiligo.

They simply turned on the nearly frozen faucet in front of the Cross Road Hospital, washed away the remaining makeup with bone-cold water, and restored their original tired faces. The thick dark circles under their eyes looked like bruises from two heavy punches... maybe even more. Really the scars left by some violent prostitute or stable boy.

Even dirty prostitutes hope that they can keep a clean face temporarily when they enter the holy hospital ahead - even if they come here now to let the doctor help them clean their labor tools and apply maintenance ointment .

The Crossroads Mystics, who had just finished their night shift, had to drag their tired bodies to their respective posts after a short rest. It is said that Khodro was lost the night before because he could not endure the high-intensity work. The mind, immersed in the never-ending dance, was taken into a prison cell, bound with limbs and stuffed into the mouth, and learned to self-cool the restlessness in the silent and dark secret room.

But the believers of the Crossroads never thought that Khodro lost control because his work and business were too heavy, and they could only rely on vitality potions to forcibly boost his physical fitness - they only thought that Khodro lost control because he failed to strengthen his heart. He did not insist on following the teachings of the great leader, and did not implement the religious order in a down-to-earth manner... In short, Khodro deserved it!
The Crossroads Mystics comforted themselves with this thought. Even if they were so exhausted that they wanted to fall down and sleep for eternity, they could only grit their teeth and chant the lyrics praising Thunder's sacrifice in their hearts, or recite Wen's words silently over and over again. Mr. Fleiss's step-by-step teachings were used to numb their hearts that were almost aware that something was wrong, to plug up the tiny gaps in their beliefs again, and to continue this endless work of not knowing when it would end.

While all the 'brethren' were working hard in exchange for a bright future for Winfrey Morgan, John Watson, who had been given a special break due to a serious injury outside the hospital, quietly left the dormitory building behind the hospital.

Watson seemed to want to leave quietly and avoid the eyes of everyone. However, his whereabouts could only be hidden from the church members who were immersed in fanatical labor, but he could not escape the gaze from the window of the dean's office on the top floor. There was no way to avoid being followed by the new believers with unfamiliar faces.

The follower follows the target who left for unknown reasons at a distance. He has also understood the words of walking and can naturally sense the target's specific location through the heart rhythm. Therefore, there is no need to follow closely to prevent losing the target's whereabouts - —No wonder our superiors ordered us to come here to learn the secret transmission of the heart. The words in this walk are really useful!Moreover, this method can also be used to carry out medium and long-distance encrypted communication. Timely communication is really important on the ever-changing battlefield!

"But John Watson...I have also heard of the exploits of this 'Goshawk of the Berkshire Brigade'. To be able to accomplish such an achievement as a mere mortal, this man deserves to be absorbed into the society like us." But why did the headquarters actually let him retire obediently? Is it because his Anglo-Saxon blood was not pure enough?"

(End of this chapter)