I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 27
It is still the familiar hospital, the familiar ward, and the familiar mottled tree shadows sprinkled on the gray and white walls.

Watson lay on his back on the hospital bed, as if he could smell his own smell still lingering in the bedding.

He reviewed the hasty arrangement during the day. Although it was a temporary operation, the obvious evidence should have been destroyed under the cover of the fire.

"I don't know if I can fool Charlotte... Based on what I know about her, there is at least a [-]% probability that she will return to the scene for investigation after leaving the hospital tonight."

"Even if she is Sherlock Holmes, it's impossible to find clues from the ruins after the fire, right? She shouldn't be so amazing, right?"

While Watson was apprehensive, there was a buzzing sound in his head again, and the rhythmless and meaningless clicking sound reverberated in his brain cavity again!

Gray and white moths emerged from the shadows of the branches and trees on the wall, and the moth shadows gathered in groups and danced wantonly in the ward... Perhaps because the secret transmission has entered the threshold, Watson can feel that there seems to be a hint of joy in the sound of the moth's wings. Secretly delighted.

He allowed the moths to rush into his skull like a fire, and the deciphering of the true meaning of the scriptures was refined for the second time, and the exhausted moth fell to his right pupil to rest.

If there were any mortals present at this time, they would have seen Watson's pupils glow with a piercing stone-green light, like hungry wolves.

"The fraud was successful?"

"Holmes believed my confession?"

The sudden improvement of secret transmission, Watson can only relate to this reason, but he has new doubts, assuming that as long as the target person no longer doubts himself, it is enough to be fraudulent, so why can't he trigger it when he plays a disabled body every day? Esoteric teaching decryption?

Or is it that this behavior actually coincides with the moth's deceit, but the progress in deciphering is insignificant, so there is no progress?
Perhaps because of the experience of secret transmission, Watson's resistance to the mysterious force washing away his senses has improved slightly, and he doesn't even need to keep blinking like last time to relieve the itching in his pupils.

Returning to this ward tonight, he suddenly recalled that deep forest... Why don't you try the way of dream walking again tonight?
Watson yanked off a few hairs, deliberately slowed down his breathing to get rid of distracting thoughts, and gradually sank in meaningless reverie.

Once again, he saw the bright silver atmospheric staircase leading to Mansu's window, the mass of savagely entangled darkness.

Watson got into the dead silent woodland through a certain path. The sharp branches seemed to come alive, and they stretched out their hands to embrace him warmly, but the texture as hard as gold and iron scratched his scalp.

He could not help stooping on all fours like a beast, stumbling among the roots to avoid the low branches of passion, and flitting on pale wings among the dense shadows of trees overhead.

Going back for dozens of steps, it is broad and cheerful, the branches with drooping heads climb to a high place, and the dense trunks are separated to sparse, revealing a free emptiness.

He stood up straight and gently stroked the dark tree trunk with the scar on the surface. The rough and cold touch refreshed his spirit.

He entered the woodland again, and the road leading to this place has been deeply imprinted in his mind, and he will never forget how to get here.

Watson couldn't explain why he longed to return to Mansu so much, although the darkness of this woodland was terrifyingly deep.

But when he stood again in the forest from ancient times to the present, listening to the wings of moths and feeling the touch of the moon, his mood was unprecedentedly comfortable, as if this place was his destined to belong.

In this unfettered woodland, the emotions are far more passionate than ever, and the mind is far more active than usual!

He felt an ancient longing to unleash the true nature of his primal self!
This night he ran recklessly, and released the athletic hands that had to be hidden during the day to his heart's content. He grabbed the branches and leaped, stomped on the roots and writhed, flapping his arms like spreading wings... Moths came to walk with him.

He saw a similar figure, its fat moth body was covered with slender white hair, the comb-toothed tentacles between its brows were like combs carved from ice, and its wings were as clear as glass, and it could still fly even though it vibrated slowly.

"is it you?"

Watson felt uncontrollable joy in his heart. He jumped up the tree trunk and jumped high, stretching out his arms like a moth to the lamp.

Just when the fingertips were about to touch, the white moth slowly turned his head to look at him, and there was a hint of teasing in his beautiful obsidian eyes.

He... missed it, his five fingers seemed to be slicing through the air, and the moth's body rippled like water waves, which turned out to be illusory bubbles.

"Good job, you tricked me."

Watson fell from the air with a smile. The moment his toes landed, he tilted forward and rolled to relieve the force of the fall. When he was about to get up, he touched a piece of moss-covered tree bark hidden among the bushes.

Between the wet moss and the dry bark, there are engraved scriptures that are as mysterious as secret biography, like ropes of different thicknesses with knots of different spacing and sizes, or like engraved on the The scars of the world.

Watson closed his eyes and felt the tactile feedback from his fingertips with his heart. This seemed to be another secret scripture, but it was quite different from the previous scriptures... There is no mysterious power between the lines, but a hidden secret. Untold secrets.

[The perfidious Alexis Kennedy submitted his report to his boss after the clock had rung twelve times one sweltering night, thinking he could end a hectic and pointless day of overtime. 】

[His boss, Alden, once again belittled the fruits of labor he had finally copied from the job-seeking Orientals, and scolded them as slow waste, stupid garbage. 】

[Alexis Kennedy could no longer restrain the rage in his heart, he returned to the empty office, his tired and hideous face was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling glass. 】

[Alexis Kennedy held onto the handicraft he found from a street stall some time ago. It was a long and curved animal tooth like a dagger. According to the treacherous peddler, it was excavated from the ruins of the Shadowless Empire of antiques. 】

【Of course he wouldn't believe the peddler's lies, and he was only willing to settle the bill at thirteen pence. The peddler readily agreed. Alexis Kennedy felt that he must have lost money, and he was a fucking profiteer. 】

[But holding this handicraft now, he feels like holding a sharp blade, and the courage to fight suddenly arises in his heart. 】

[Alexis Kennedy bursts into the office of his boss, Alden, three seconds later. 】

[Alden bled to death seven minutes later. 】

[Three days later, Alexis Kennedy took the top job at Glover & Sons. 】

Watson frowned, just because he felt a certain sense of familiarity from the information in the scriptures, and he seemed to have seen these names somewhere before...

He searched the past in his mind, and after a while, he caught a flash of memory.

I remembered!Yesterday, I followed the clues of the cards found in Harris' home, went to the Shelter Club and returned to the Sherlock Holmes Detective Agency after failing to find out. At that time, Charlotte handed him a book full of bizarre events, and the nearest One suspicious case was——

[On May 1980, [-], Alden, the office manager of Glover & Sons, disappeared mysteriously! 】

(End of this chapter)