I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 39

"Watson, let's go to Kate and Herlo Ltd."

"The Flashing Blade Sect retreated so quickly, it's impossible not to leave any clues behind. I don't believe in the talents of the officers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau. They may be very good at dealing with sudden mysterious phenomena, but in terms of investigation and reasoning..."

The female detective shook her head, "I don't believe in their detective skills."

The two came all the way to the dilapidated old factory area in a remote river bend.

Watson sees the abandoned Kate and Hero Ltd. as a rotting shell beside a rotting river.

The broken walls are crumbling in the wind, and there are shocking cracks and disintegrating walls everywhere.

Burnt and blackened beams creaked like the exposed broken bones of an abandoned factory building.

It looked so fragile and dilapidated, it seemed that a single roar could destroy the rest.

The rotten and foul smell of the river flowed in from the exposed hollows in all directions along the wind. There were scattered industrial machine wreckage covered in dust that even scavengers didn't bother to remove, and the broken wooden rafters crawled over A fat rat.

As soon as the female detective and her assistant stepped into the place, the crows that nested here croaked and flew away, and the walking mice were disturbed by the commotion and fled in all directions.

Charlotte Holmes's expression became more and more serious, and his brows were furrowed more vigorously.

Obviously when I left early this morning, this place was still the secret headquarters of the Shining Blade Cult, and the ruin-like site was also repaired and perfected for people to live in and engage in ulterior activities.

Why didn't it take long, and the dilapidation of the past has been restored here, as if time is turning back!

"It hasn't been like this for a few hours..."

Watson has never seen the original appearance here, but he already guessed that the Shining Blade Cult must have used some special means to restore this factory building to its ruins.

Now there are messy shoe prints all over the dust layer on the ground inside the factory building. After a quick glance, he found that all these footprints came from the same style of standard military boots, which seemed to be left by the anti-suppression department troops.

But those crumbling broken machines were also covered with a layer of dust, which made Watson a little surprised.

If it is true as Holmes said, this is still the headquarters address of a secret sect in the early morning. After receiving the news from William McConaughey, those secret sects quickly moved away their supplies and evacuated...

He could roughly understand how it was done, but afterward, he had to restore the site to its original state as a ruin, and forge traces that no one cared about for a long time?
"How the hell did they do it?"

"Is it the mysterious power of forbidden knowledge?"

Watson looked surprised and puzzled on the surface, but he had already guessed the reason in his heart—it seems that there may also be fraudsters in the Shining Blade Cult who practiced the secret of the moth, and this was the only way to create this almost flawless attack. on site.

Moreover, the practice level of the secret transmission of the moth mastered by the other party is likely to be much deeper than his own. Is it the second level or the third level?
"It's very likely..." Charlotte hadn't seen similar records in the materials of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, but she was not discouraged, and said with high spirits: "I want to see how powerful their evil techniques are." , Can it really cover up all the traces!"

"Then let's split up? You may be more familiar with this place after monitoring for so many days. You search inside, and I will go outside to see if I can find traces of their evacuation."

"Ah."

Charlotte agreed casually, and then she was immersed in the concentration of no one else. She lay on the ground with all fours like a beast, and looked towards the bottom of those waste industrial machines, but saw that the bottom was also covered with thick dust.

Watson stepped over the huge gap in the wall. He didn't expect that even the bricks and stones of the ruined building were covered with a layer of dust, which made him even more curious. Special ability?

If Sherlock Holmes is good at using deductive reasoning to solve cases, then Watson may be more inclined to emotional substitution in on-the-spot reasoning. He is more used to imagining in his own place. If the case is carried out by himself, how should he operate?Is there a way to do it better than it is now?
He assumed he was one of the Order of the Shining Blade.

After I received the news from the leader, my first reaction should be to inform other believers... At this time, it may cause a little panic. If there is no mysterious power that can cover up the traces in this world, then at this stage, it is very easy. It is possible that some church members made mistakes in their busy schedule and left some traces.

After receiving the news that the leaders asked to retreat, the sect will inevitably act quickly to erase the traces of their past existence. According to the current scene in the abandoned factory building, the Flash Blade sect has done a good job. It can be said that all traces are covered up.

It proves that they have probably already imagined the occurrence of such an emergency internally, and have prepared a corresponding emergency execution plan, and may even go through several drills... This is how they can do it so quickly and without leaving any traces. evacuate.

But the question is, how did the Flashing Blade Cult quickly escape with a large amount of supplies after eliminating traces and restoring the scene?

Watson looked at the rough roads around the factory building. There were broken bricks and stones of different sizes everywhere, which were completely unsuitable for carriages to carry goods.

He looked up at the hazy sky, and suddenly had a bold idea, but then shook his head mockingly...impossible, if the Order of the Shining Blade had the ability to fly, the city of London would have been messed up long ago, even if it was Airship technology is also extremely shocking.

Watson set his sights on the foul-smelling river flowing slowly ahead. The soil near the river was wet and soft, but there were no traces of trampling and walking, and the surface of the soil was covered with a layer of rotten grease.

He walked along the embankment, trying to find useful clues.

The moth of intuition seems to have been seriously injured by William, and can no longer provide the sudden flash of inspiration.

Watson could only rely on his own observation ability. He looked around at the crude embankment on both sides of the river bend, which was composed of industrial waste, wooden piles, gravel and other sundries. A layer of black slippery moss emerged.

If the Order of the Shining Blade had planned to have a boat docked at this shore in advance, it would have used something heavy to act as a stake/rock for the cables.

First of all, this object must be strong enough, and under the long-term binding of the cable, it will inevitably leave a trace like a horizontal belt.

His eyes quickly swept across his eyes...it seemed that he still found nothing.

Until he saw that the gravel piled up in the shape of a slightly flat hill was also stained with a layer of dirty black rendered by the muddy river.

But Watson always felt that there was an abrupt and strange feeling that was incompatible with the surroundings, as if these gravels should not exist here.

He carefully stepped on the slippery and simple river embankment, stepped on these smooth river stones, he suddenly felt a sense of deja vu, as if he had felt a similar stepping feeling somewhere.

After thinking about it for a while, Watson captured the familiar source in his mind—it was the moss like wool and velvet in the Mansu woodland!
"Sure enough, the power of secret transmission was used to cover up the trace."

Watson smiled secretly, and used his cane to push away layers of gravel, and saw a short round wooden pile that was almost submerged in the ground.

The tops of the dark stakes were criss-crossed, fresh wood-white in colour, visibly broken recently and violently.

"That's right, these are the stakes used by the Shining Blade Cult to moor their boats, and they are traveling by water!"

Watson looked at the curving, foul-smelling river and thought to himself, "Should we go downstream or upstream?"

"According to common sense, the Flashing Blade Cult is in a hurry and should choose a faster way to escape downstream along the direction of the river."

"But this is common sense. With the wisdom of William McConaughey, he should have thought of this level. The detectives who thought of the pursuit would guess that they fled downstream..."

Watson raised his head to the entrance of the river bend, "Then, they are most likely retreating in the opposite direction and fleeing upstream!"

"No, no, if William thinks about this level again and guesses that the detective will use reverse thinking to speculate, then it is very likely that he will flee downstream..."

Just as Watson was immersed in the layer after layer of psychological games with William McConaughey, the female detective's crisp shouts penetrated the hollow of the factory building and floated towards the river bend.

"Watson!"

"I found a suspicious place, and I need your help!"

(End of this chapter)