I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 33 Watson!It's you? !

The night is deep.

Feuerbach reappeared on Baker Street. During the day, he had already found out the information about the target, but he was just a disabled man with a handicap and a limp.

"Just such a weak waste, can actually investigate the evidence of this church?!"

"It's specified that Elrich leaked the news. You must have a good talk with the leader after you go back. If Elrich is allowed to do things in other places, it will definitely ruin the plan of the order!"

Feuerbach murmured in his heart, and at the same time his figure was hidden in the shadow of the street lamps, which was difficult to illuminate clearly, like a patient tiger slowly approaching its prey among the grass.

He has been wandering the streets for many years, and his lockpicking skills can be said to be proficient. With a slight stir of two thin wires, the door lock of the detective office is opened actively and enthusiastically like a prostitute who has met a gold master.

With the help of the faint flame of the fireplace, he stared at the sleeping figure slumped on the sofa covered with a blanket, his eyes burst out with a bloodthirsty fierce light, and the blade seemed to be excited to drink blood.

"Unlucky guy, just use your life in exchange for my promotion!"

Feuerbach walked slowly behind the sofa with his waist down, his figure was hidden in the shadows, and then his long body exploded, and the blade slashed towards the predicted throat position.

stab-

"No! The fluffy feel and the sound of tearing cloth are not right!"

Feuerbach looked over and saw that under the blanket was a pillow filled with cotton!
"Oops, hit the jackpot!"

"It turned out that I was the prey who fell into the trap!"

Instinctively, he turned his head back, slashed the blade close to his body, and faced the solid wooden staff that suddenly fell from the shadows.

In the darkness, the blade slashed with a bright silver light, facing the pitch-black body of the staff.

Watson looked at the deep cut on the cane, and then saw the clean and clean blade in the opponent's hand, and frowned slightly... Unexpectedly, the thin knife in the opponent's hand was so sharp. An unusually stern brilliance flowed through.Such a special blade undoubtedly reminded him of Elson, the kind-hearted man he met when he first entered the woodland.

"A blade apprentice?"

"Elson's companion?!"

"How did he find me? Could it be that other esoteric scholars besides the Anti-Suppression Bureau also have the means to track dreams to reality?!"

Doubts flashed across his mind, he waved his cane to deal with the gangsters, the wooden body collided with the blade several times, and it still broke unbearably under a crescent-like silver light.

Watson threw the broken stick body as a hidden weapon, and took several steps back while the gangster raised his knife to parry.

After these few fights, he also had a clear judgment on the combat effectiveness of the guy who was suspected to be Elson's accomplice:
"Physical strength: average; arm strength is only slightly stronger than that of ordinary people, probably reaching the level of low-intensity exercise habits on weekdays, but comparable to Elson's."

"Fighting skills: above average; it can already be called a professional level, at least after several years of hard training, the sword technique is vicious and vicious, and the moves can kill people. Although I have deliberately released water, the opponent's level At least it can last dozens of rounds without falling."

"Weapon: Excellent! The thin blade in the opponent's hand has not seen any wear and tear under such a high-intensity confrontation, and its strength has exceeded the industrial capacity of the current era... It is very likely that it is the blessing of secret power, Like the blade Elson made out of nothing that night in the woodland."

"From this point of view, the improvement effect of the secret transmission of the blade is likely to be reflected in the increase in strength, and it may also have the skill of using the blade, as well as some special ability to make the blade sharper and stronger... "

After the information was collected, Watson didn't hold back any more. He waved his arm and used a vicious American Juhe combo!

Two weakened gunshots sounded, and the gangster fell down in astonishment. No matter how sharp or tough your blade is, it will still be hard to beat the power of firearms, which represent the industrialized advanced power of human wisdom!

Watson's marksmanship was very accurate. Both shots hit the gangster's wrists, abolishing his ability to resist. He squatted down and lifted the opponent's head, staring at him with emotionless eyes like a machine.

"Who sent you here?"

"Pooh!"

Feuerbach opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood foam, but was dodged by the cunning guy pretending to be lame.

Watson also smiled silently when he saw the appearance of a tough guy with strong bones, but the hearty smile with a row of pale teeth was particularly ferocious and penetrating in the eyes of the gangster.

"Have you ever heard of waterboarding?"

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Charlotte Holmes put down her pencil, and after many days of painstaking surveillance, she finally determined the approximate range of activities of the leader of the Flashing Blade Order No. [-]. After obtaining such important clues, her long-stretched spirit began to relax unconsciously. The tiredness of not sleeping all night welled up in her heart, and she yawned long.

"It's time to take a break..."

She lowered the binoculars to prevent the reflection of the lens from attracting unnecessary attention, and returned to a small clean place in the abandoned building, where simple bedding was placed.

"Let's rest until the afternoon... By then, it will be just in time for the target's off-duty time, and it will happen to identify the specific identity of the target by observing the people coming and going from get off work on the street."

However, the female detective underestimated the exhaustion she had accumulated. When she woke up, the sky was already gray.

She came to the window and looked out. The cold moonlight fell on the dilapidated factory in front of her. There was a faint yellow light from the door of the factory. Smoke rises as if to stain the darkness of night.

The female detective saw the familiar figure, the figure of the target.

She was relieved, even though she had overslept, she would not miss the opportunity. She just left the abandoned building under the cover of night and went to the commercial street to wait. on that street.

"As long as I go there and wait during rush hour, I will definitely be able to track down the target!"

Just do it, after a long sleep, Charlotte has regained her energy, vitality, and strong desire for knowledge.

The female detective went downstairs quietly. Due to the need for latent surveillance during this period, she had already given Victor a short vacation and let him go back to his hometown to rest.

Now I can only rely on a pair of fleshy legs for transportation, slowly walking towards the destination along the dim light of the street lights.

At this moment, it is the darkness before dawn, the air is mixed with a bone-chilling chill, and the greedy wind caressing over your body seems to want to take away your remaining heat.

But Charlotte Holmes's heart was burning hot, and his body was also hot under the influence of passionate emotions.

Before dawn, she came to the commercial street where many companies gathered.

Londoners are far from the habit of waking up in the morning. At this moment, the streets are very deserted, like a dead empty city. The breeze whips up newspapers of unknown dates across the streets, which seems to be the start of a sporting event.

Charlotte Holmes stood on the street, waiting for the coming tide of office workers.

Not long after, the sun, which has never been absent since ancient times, climbed the horizon, and the first ray of dawn penetrated the hazy clouds and shone on the street.

And the first hard-working figure stepped into the street following the arrival of Dawn Glory.

However, this figure was so familiar, so unexpected by the female detective, she couldn't help but softly exhaled in surprise:
"Watson!"

(End of this chapter)