I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 35 Who is the real murderer of Alden?
"Watson! Why are you here?!"

When Charlotte Holmes asked this question, she suddenly recalled her doubts about Watson a few days ago, although after the invitation of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, her focus of thinking shifted to the mysterious case that was obviously more attractive , temporarily ignoring the doubts in the Harris case, subconsciously believed in Watson.

But at this moment, doubts arose in her heart again. Shouldn't Watson be recuperating in the Royal Hospital at this time?Why did he appear here so early in the morning, and when he was tracking down the leader of the Flashing Blade Cult...

A bold idea came to the female detective's mind, could it be...Watson is the mastermind behind the Order of the Shining Blade? ! ! !
No no no!This ridiculous idea was cut off by her as soon as it came out of her head.

Charlotte thought to herself that she must have been so exhausted during this period that she was so tired and dizzy.

Watson has only been back to the island for less than three months after retiring from Afghanistan, and he has been staying in the detective agency to handle chores for me during this time. How could he have time to run a pagan organization?
Unless he was acting quietly in the dead of night...

Not right either!Watson has been lying in the hospital for a period of time since he met Lance and Harris. How could he have the time and energy to participate in pagan affairs?

Unless he also possesses mysterious powers like those weird heretics...

The female detective looked at Watson's plaster-fixed left arm hanging on his chest. Although the arm at the edge of the plaster wrap showed thick sweat that hadn't been cleaned for a long time, it seemed that it had never been removed and cleaned...

But she still had doubts unconsciously:

"Is Watson really injured?! Could it be that his injuries from the beginning, his lame leg, his broken bones... are all just a disguise?"

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they will take root deeply in the heart, frantically absorbing trust, until it bears the fruit of breaking.

The female detective is like this now. She looks at Watson and seems to feel that there is something wrong with the other party, everything looks suspicious, and everything looks like her target...

And Watson was also secretly looking at the female detective who hadn't seen him for a while. She looked dirty, as if she hadn't cleaned up her face for a long time, and her natural beauty was also covered by dust and sweaty smell, as if she was wandering. Street beggars.

Moreover, he also found that there was a small stone strung with gold thread hanging on Charlotte's neck. The unattractive stone seemed to have a star-like light flowing inside it, but it was a little bleak like the sunset at dusk... Strange, Charlotte Te has always disliked wearing jewelry, saying that he disliked those things that hinder his hands and feet and make it inconvenient to move around. Why did he change his mind after seeing him for a few days?
Watson sent out these thoughts for the time being, explaining or glossing over:

"Me? I left the hospital and went back to Baker Street last night, but I didn't expect that in the middle of the night, a vicious gangster suddenly broke into the detective office, holding a sharp knife in his hand, intending to assassinate me. He grabs and locks."

"After some intense interrogation, he finally couldn't bear to tell what happened. It turned out that he came from an organization called the Shining Blade Order. He said that he was ordered by their leader, a man named John H. Watson's guy has criminal evidence of their organization in his hands, and he was specially sent here to kill people and destroy the evidence."

"This statement makes me a little confused. I have been lying in the hospital for the past few days and have never left the house. Why does the Shining Blade Cult think that I have evidence of their crime?"

"Under my inquiry, the gangsters also revealed that their headquarters is located in the abandoned Kate and Hero Co., Ltd. I remember that Miss Charlotte, you have found relevant clues before. This abandoned factory building is suspected to have erupted It’s a supernatural case, so I planned to come over to investigate, but I didn’t expect to meet you halfway.”

Watson looked the female detective up and down, and asked, "Miss Charlotte...how did you become like this?"

Charlotte glanced at him suspiciously. Watson also met the Shining Blade Cult. Is it really such a coincidence... And if the evidence of the crime is eliminated, shouldn't he come to me directly?How could Watson be involved?Did I implicate him?

But she still kept her expression on the surface, she just said with a little guilt: "I'm sorry, I've been really busy during this time, and I didn't take time to visit you."

"By the way, there is another important thing I forgot to tell you. I have now established a cooperative relationship with the Anti-Suppression Bureau and become their special investigator!"

"I have been busy investigating a strange case recently. The deceased died in his sleep for no reason, but the eyes of the corpse seemed to be pierced into the damaged brain area by some stick-shaped object. I traced the clues all the way to find I found an abandoned factory building, which is the Kate and Hero Co., Ltd. you just mentioned.

"I have been lurking in the abandoned building next to me for several days, and finally found some clues about the true identity of the leader of the Shining Blade Order, which is what you call the pagan leader."

"According to my inference, he should be a white-collar worker with a good income, and it is very likely that he is active in this area."

"I came here to wait here before the early morning work time, just to investigate the details of the leader."

A corpse with piercing eyes that died in sleep... When Watson heard this, the hair on the back of his neck almost stood up in an instant. Isn't this the same Elson who died by his hands in the woods that night!

Holmes almost investigated me... Although Watson always felt that Elson deserved to die, since he attacked and intended to kill me, it was only right for me to kill him with an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

It's just that if Holmes knows about this matter...it will eventually affect his current life.

His face was also calm, but he frowned slightly, showing a thoughtful expression.

"What a coincidence, we are so far apart, yet we meet in the same case by coincidence..."

Charlotte also replied meaningfully: "Yes, what a coincidence..."

An awkward silence fell between the two.

Watson suddenly felt some kind of inexplicable intuition erupt in his head, and it sounded like the sound of flying moths flapping in his ears. He followed the source of the sound and saw a variety of beautiful things hanging on the surface of the tall buildings standing beside the street. There are various signboards, and there is a very familiar word among them.

"Miss Charlotte, look, that's Glover and Son!"

The female detective turned her head and saw the signboard. Naturally, she would not forget the clues she found from the vast sea of ​​files, and there was a trace of surprise in her eyes.

The two looked at each other, feeling more and more the wonder of fate, that the fragmented clues were connected together in such an incredible way!
"Coincidentally, this is really getting more and more coincidental."

"Yes, it's such a coincidence that I can't even believe it."

"Should we continue to wait? Or split up, I'll go to Glover and Sons, where are you waiting for the leader of the Shining Blade order to show up?"

"Wait a minute, I'll go with you."

After Charlotte left this sentence, she walked into a tavern that was still open on the side of the street. After a while, when she came out, the dust on her face had faded, and her fair and beautiful face was revealed again. There were still wet water stains everywhere, and the dusty coat became neater, and there was still a faint smell of perfume, obviously it had been washed and groomed a little.

Charlotte smiled and took Watson's right arm, and asked with concern:

"Let's go, Watson, how is your recovery after resting in the hospital for so long?"

Watson responded with a smile: "The recovery effect is very good! The environment of the Royal Free Hospital is elegant, the conditions are strong, and the medical resources are abundant. I feel that my left leg seems to be regaining consciousness."

The intimacy of the two fell into the eyes of the office workers who were in a hurry to commute next to them. They looked like a pair of young couples. Those who were extremely emotional even imagined that the two were childhood sweethearts, and the man joined the party to defend the country as an adult. The army is accidentally disabled, but the picture of the woman never leaving... Ah!Such a pure love is really envious of others.

But the true thoughts of this young couple in the eyes of passers-by are completely different from their guesses.

Charlotte calculated in her heart: "Finally can't help but expose the fact that you have never been injured? Let me test whether you are really disabled!"

Watson thought in his heart: "Is this an attempt to spy on me? You underestimate my learning achievements in the acting training class of the School of International Relations, right?"

His center of gravity shifted and he pressed towards the female detective. It seemed that he was unable to hold the cane because of the kind support of the other party, so he could only put the pressure of walking on one leg on her.

Charlotte felt the slight pressure on her shoulders, it didn't seem like a disguise...but she still didn't want to believe it.

"Watson, watch the threshold under your feet."

The female detective suddenly let go of Watson's hand when she was helping him cross the threshold, allowing Watson to lose his balance, staggering a few steps and almost falling to the ground. Stand firm so that you don't fall to the ground in embarrassment in front of the public.

And Charlotte, who witnessed this scene, couldn't help doubting herself... Could it be that I was too suspicious, in fact, Watson never lied to me?
Watson showed a sullen expression, as if he was angry at Charlotte's prank-like behavior, but also as if he was poked at the pain point of his self-esteem and felt inferior because of his disability.

Angrily, he shook off the female detective who was apologetic and extended her helping hand again, and said coldly:
"No, thank you, Miss Charlotte, for your kindness. I'd better walk with a cane. I'm afraid I will accidentally step on the threshold when I come out later."

Hearing Watson's cynicism, Charlotte couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, her ears turned red, so she didn't go any further, but followed Watson silently, as if apologizing as a gesture of weakness and obedience.

The suspicion in her heart seemed to dissipate partly because of this, but it only seemed.

They soon came to the top floor of the building where Glover and his sons were located. It was already normal working hours. There was a constant sound of kicking.

Watson's eyesight is extraordinary now, and he can get a panoramic view of the entire office with just a quick glance. His eyes flicked over the nameplates of each station, but he still couldn't find the person who learned about the night in the woods. Name - Alexis Kennedy.

Are you not sitting in the lobby, are you a management employee with a separate office?

He recalled Holmes' investigation—on May 1980, [-], Alden, the office manager of Glover & Sons, disappeared mysteriously.

From the perspective of criminal psychology, except for the random and indiscriminate crimes of madness and psychopathy, most criminals are driven by anti-social interests. Profit is the basic motivation and main purpose of committing crimes...that is to say, Whoever benefited most from Alton's death is the number one suspect!
Watson thought to himself, if he guessed correctly, the fleeting secret he learned from the woodland that night, the name in the secret is the name of the real murderer who used mysterious power to murder Alden, and it is even very possible He is the mastermind behind the Order of the Shining Blade!

He walked to the first room in the hallway of Glover and Sons, which was only separated from the hall by a large transparent glass block with shutters. It was most suitable for office managers who needed to monitor the progress of employees at any time.

Watson flung open the door of the office manager's room, only to find that it was empty, and the cold morning wind blew in through the open window.

He looked at the name plate on the desk, and it actually read——William McConaughey?

"I guessed wrong? It wasn't Alexis Kennedy who made Alden disappear and took the opportunity to sit in a high-level position? Then who is the real murderer of Alden???"

Watson really didn't expect to encounter such a series of dense coincidences today, like an invisible thread of fate leading them to the truth... But it was not until the last moment that fate suddenly told them-I just started Just a joke? !

Just when he was in doubt, the moth of intuition in his skull suddenly vibrated its wings violently for no reason, as if falling and drowning and struggling crazily.

At the same time, he felt a biting chill coming from behind him, and the deep chill seemed to seep into the bone marrow, just like the tip of a cold knife was pressed against the back of his neck, and the skin sank and sunken out of a hole due to the pressure, It seems that the next second will penetrate the skin, stab into the spine, cut off the nerves and end his life!

The hairs that Holmes couldn't startle just now stand on end!

Watson has never felt such surging and dangerous hostility in his life. He couldn't help trembling with tense muscles, which seemed to be both fear and excitement.

He turned around slowly, the five knuckles holding the top of the cane were already white from excessive force.

Behind Watson, stood a man with ordinary facial features. His face was slightly pale, as if he hadn't been exposed to the sun for a long time, he seemed to have lost too much blood, and he seemed to be overworked.

His eye sockets were sunken, as if he couldn't sleep at night, but those blue eyes were full of sharp light that almost condensed into substance, like a sharp knife out of its sheath, the light of the knife pierced people's heart.

This working man is wearing a standard white shirt suit and a pair of handmade Oxford leather shoes, with a little dust on the upper, as if he just walked out of some ruins.

　Recently, the new collection of this book is quite stable, even more stable than the author's update, and the highest day reached a terrible 250! (Laughs, isn't this really a hint from God?)

　　
　　
　
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