I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 256 Anna suddenly appears

Time goes back to one hour, 37 minutes and 26 seconds ago.

At this time, Watson was still having a short celebration party in the hospital dormitory, and nearly half of the Crossroads cultists seemed to be immersed in a moment of drunkenness - even though most of them were silently cursing the lucky John in their hearts. Watson, but on the surface he still pretended to be happy for him.

And Winfrey Morgan still stayed in the director's office on the top floor of the hospital, as if he had never left the place, or maybe no believer could see the leader when he left - but it was precisely because he had been staying there This is not a spacious dean's room, but he can use it to gain insight into everything going on inside the hospital and within the five hundred yards surrounding it.

Including the simple cocktail party held in the dormitory building behind the hospital at this moment, the heartbeats that were beating more enthusiastically and excitedly than before were clearly presented in Winfrey's mind.

The smile on his face seemed to have a profound meaning, but he just took a sip of the still warm coffee in the cup. The rich and fragrant dark red coffee liquid was mixed with pure golden liquid. After drinking this cup of coffee , can invigorate the spirit and enliven vitality.

Compared to the busy/happy church leader and other church members, the staff responsible for night duty at the hospital seemed a bit bored.

The hospital's business was particularly deserted tonight. Since the handover of the day and night shifts, almost no one came for consultation. Only one or two customers approached the triage table every half hour, and they all suffered from mild colds, dizziness, and headaches. They only had some painkillers and left in a hurry. Although they said they were eager to get back to work, their pale faces had revealed their true purpose. These people were undoubtedly wandering the streets. Addict.

"Sigh... It's so boring. If things stay like this tonight, I might as well apply to Mr. Nello to be transferred to the headquarters to work overtime." The young lady in charge of the triage desk complained.

She had been sitting at the triage table for an hour and a half without moving. She even dozed off out of boredom in the middle of the day, and she had recovered a lot from the fatigue of working in the underground headquarters during the day.

However, as the fatigue dissipates, the desires in the heart begin to stir.

Such a boring daily life made this energetic psychic feel like there were thousands of insects gnawing at her heart, especially when she was the only one on duty at the triage desk at night. She was so busy that she couldn't talk to others to divert her attention. .

She was so bored that she couldn't help but dance briskly behind the triage table. At first, she still maintained a dignified and elegant sitting posture, but her toes hidden under the table were lightly tapping the ground. But as time went by, she had He hadn't seen a single patient who came for consultation for more than half an hour, and the restless esoteric cultist became increasingly depressed.

She has adapted to the rhythm of life in the Order, and the busyness and non-stopness have been deeply engraved in her mind.

Suddenly idle at this moment, the lady at the triage desk didn't know what to do. She just felt like there was a breath in her chest that couldn't be released, making her feel full of energy but nowhere to use it.

"Puff-breath-breath-"

"Calm down, you must calm down. According to the teachings of the leader, my mental state is very dangerous. It is probably because I suddenly have nothing to do and can't control my restless mind. I must learn to be quiet and relax my tense nerves. …Tonight is so free, maybe it’s a good opportunity for me to practice adjusting my spirit.”

With this thought in mind, she sat back down at the triage table, closed her eyes slightly to slow down her breathing, and her mind seemed to have gained a rare peace of mind... It turned out that it felt good to not work occasionally.

Charlotte Holmes looked at the Tantric cultists dancing and jumping about 560 yards away and then sitting calmly. Her eyebrows seemed calm and solemn. She put down the telescope tube in her hand and said softly:
"Report on the current situation."

"Yes!" X211, who was standing next to him, immediately replied. He has been completing the work of detective assistant on behalf of Mr. John Watson, who was lurking in the cult. He opened the notebook in his hand, which recorded the extermination in detail. Report information on every step of the action.

"So far, after our seventeen unannounced visits today, we can confirm that there are currently only seven hospitalized patients in the Crossroads Order, and three of them are our disguised logistics operators."

"And we have intercepted a total of 56 people who intended to go to Cross Road Hospital for treatment, and have given them an appropriate amount of money to persuade them to go to other clinics - there are no others in the hospital at this time."

"Looking at the dormitory building behind the hospital through the bureau's special telescope, you can see that Mr. Watson just carried a box of high-quality whiskey into the cafeteria area, and is currently holding a simple drinking party inside - this part of the action is not recorded Miss Charlotte, in your previous planning steps, but I would venture to speculate that maybe Mr. Watson wants to help us relax the vigilance of this group of cultists?"

The female detective just shook her head in disappointment after hearing such crude reasoning. "Failed reasoning, X211, you are really not suitable to be a detective... You have also seen the characteristics and danger files of cultists in the bureau. You should know that telepathic cultists have vitality far beyond ordinary people, and they are resistant to alcohol or toxins. The strength is also supernormal... How could Watson try to paralyze the cultists through alcohol? In my opinion, this is just a pretext. The next step should be to go to Nello Bacchus's bedroom for some reason to celebrate and give us Find out the secret words of tonight."

"However, Watson did not disclose this part in detail. I am also a little curious about how he was able to convince the deputy leader who was severely brainwashed by Winfrey Morgan for his reasons... He just said that Nello has not completely lost himself. , and we still maintain a good relationship with him... Judging from the previous incidents between the sailboat and the tobacco tavern, there is not much flaw in his statement."

"There are no big flaws... Miss Charlotte, do you mean that Mr. Watson might be rebellious? He might be hiding something?"

When the female detective faced X211's question, she did not answer or explain. She just shook her head slowly and did not continue the topic... She looked at the night farther away, as if she could see the thin figure, although her legs and feet were already worn out. He regained his flexibility, but at the cost of his left eye.Watson... always seems to be covered in bruises.

However, is this injury just a ploy to deal with Winfreth, or is it a ploy that also involves me... I hope this is just a moment of paranoia on my part.

Charlotte shook her head gently, putting aside her habit of doubting everything. She turned back to the waiting Anti-Suppression Bureau officers and ordered in a deep voice:

"Send the order, let the logistics operators continue to maintain the blockade, and don't let any innocent civilians enter the Cross Road Hospital! At the same time, let the extermination team on the other side of the river check the status again."

Charlotte Holmes stood up slowly. She was now standing on the top of an empty apartment building, in a tent wrapped in a dark curtain.

She slowly walked out of the command room and stared into the distance. Her gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the thick night, travel 560 yards, and land on the top floor of the gray-white building in the distance, where the dean's room was also hidden within the dark curtains.

"Two hours later, the annihilation operation of the Crossroads Religion will officially begin!"

However, just as the female detective finished speaking, there was a warm sound of horse hooves hitting the ground from behind, and the blockade was suddenly breached by a rampaging carriage!
The buttocks of the four skinny brigade horses had been torn apart by the coachman's whipping, and the four pairs of horses' eyes were filled with painful bloodshot eyes. They neighed and wailed wildly, but they could never beg for the coachman's mercy. The red-faced coachman just He waved the riding crop wantonly, whipping the horse's thick and bloody buttocks again and again.

The logistics operator in charge of vigilance has raised the crossbow in his hand, aiming at the four carriages that are rushing towards the blockade. As long as Charlotte Holmes gives the order, he can use the crossbow to silently shoot those carriages. A rampaging carriage formed a sieve like a honeycomb.

Several glances asking for permission looked at the female detective. The steel crossbow arrows were already placed on the tight bowstring, and they could kill this intruder who came from nowhere with just one command.

The female detective frowned slightly, and her keen eyes were fixed on the coachman, whose expression was as fanatical as if he had dementia. She saw that this innocent civilian, who was obviously affected by the power of the cultists, had a thick hemp rope tied around his waist. The rope tied the coachman and the other person behind him tightly together, like a father carrying an infant baby on his back.

From her point of view, she could not see the appearance of the person being carried by the demented driver. It was obvious that the person was extremely petite, perhaps a woman.

"Do you want to use the lives of civilians as a cover to break through the blockade?"

The necklace under her neck seemed to glow with an imperceptible glow. The female detective's slightly frowned brows suddenly relaxed, and a trace of perseverance and determination flashed in her eyes.

"You underestimate my determination!"

She raised her arms upright and raised her arms to the sky, with her five fingers together like a knife, as if she was about to fall with a beheading knife.

The logistics operators holding heavy crossbows put their fingertips on the trigger, waiting for the commander's decapitating knife to fall, and their fingertips would also be pressed.

However, the female detective suddenly caught a sharp glimpse of a strand of pale hair flowing out from behind the demented coachman, twisting and swaying wildly in the wind, like a desperate little hand asking for help.

The beheading knife did not fall after all, but remained swaying in the air, just like the heart of the knife holder.

The solemn look on the female detective's eyebrows became more intense. Based on the strand of unusually pale hair, she had already deduced the identity of the person being carried by the demented coachman.

"It's Anna Morgan...the daughter of Winfrey."

"Why would she, who was paralyzed in bed and unable to move, appear here, on a carriage trying to break through the blockade?"

"This extermination mission... it seems that an unknown third party has appeared... Which force is responsible for the sudden appearance of Anna?"

(End of this chapter)