I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 40 Scared Buddy
Charlotte was lying prone on the ground at this moment, with her head pressed against the floor, her white cheeks covered with black ash, like a naughty kitten just coming out of a chimney.

In front of her was a shattered wall, with a huge gap in the wall. On the half of the wall that fell outward, there were large pieces of bricks and cement piled up into a continuous garbage mountain, and a broken, thick, charred beam fell on top of it.

Like a pile of wreckage that collapsed from the pillars of the sky and crushed the mountains, it was covered with thick sand and dust.

When the female detective's face approached the gap at the bottom of the pile of construction waste, she could feel a very unusual airflow, as cold as a blade scraping across her skin.

When Watson heard the shout and came over, he saw Charlotte crawling on her stomach like a lizard on a pile of waste.

He asked suspiciously, "What clue did you find?"

Charlotte heard the voice and got up from the ground, patting the dust on the windbreaker.

She pointed to the mountain of rubbish in front of her, "It's this pile of construction waste. Although it's also covered with thick dust, I can feel abnormal air coming out of it."

"Do you suspect that there is a dark room hidden underneath?"

Watson recalled last night, when the Shining Blade pawns had confided about the Shining Blade under his moving guidance.

He remembered that the other party said that some kind of mysterious act called the promotion ceremony was often held within the church, but William McConnell and the ceremonial performers hid in a secret dark room every time—could it be that the promotion ceremony was held below? place?
Charlotte found a board that was still in good condition, inserted the top end under the construction waste, and moved small stones to act as fulcrums to make a simple lever.

She pressed down hard on the end of the plank and called, "Watson, come and help me."

Taking advantage of the female detective pressing the board down to the waistline, Watson jumped up like a seesaw and sat on it. The moldy board suddenly bent into an arc, and the head-sized cement wrapped the waste of bricks and stones. Rolling down.

The two of them worked for a long time before finally clearing out the pile of garbage, revealing the gray wall that was sunk deep into the mud.

Watson tried to tap with his cane, the echo was very dull, and it didn't look like there was a hole underneath.

He squatted down, and pressed his palm against the surface of the wall. The rough touch was accompanied by a slight chill, like a metal object placed outside in early winter to endure the cold all night.

He said:
"I felt a familiar chill, the way I felt when I faced William McConaughey."

The female detective tried to insert the damp moldy wooden board that was almost broken into the wall, and even shoveled it several times... without success.

Panting heavily, she fell off the plank and said angrily, "Watson, wait here, I'll ask the workers to come and dig!"

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The sky is getting dark, in the ruins at a certain river bend.

Among the dark mountains of bricks and rubble, the brilliance of a few torches lit up.

The flames emitting black smoke swayed in the stench and wind, reflecting a few shadows busy swinging hammers.

The orange-yellow light shone on the sweat-drenched and oily muscle of the temporary employee, giving off a strong smell of male hormones.

The hirelings work extremely hard, but not just for the lucrative pay.

In the process of rotating the sledgehammer, their darkly bulging muscles highlight their sharp outlines, showing their outstanding majestic charm.

It's just that he would be distracted from time to time, quietly raising his head to peek at the tall and beautiful figure standing in the shadow that the firelight could hardly illuminate.

However, this wall is really weird and hard!
It also seems to be embedded in the ground, the edges are tightly seamed with the ground, and there is no way to pry it from the side.

The employees are forced to use the most primitive old method-hard smashing.

Several people held up the sledgehammer, secretly competed with others in silence, and exerted all their strength amidst the bang bang sound.

I don't know if the daytime work is too tiring, and the employees suddenly feel that the more they work, the more tired they are, and the more they work, the weaker they become.

They were sweating profusely from the smash, and there were torches emitting light and heat... But they felt their limbs getting colder and colder, and even the sweat that had just leaked out of their pores was cold.

But under the concerted efforts of the employees, this hard wall finally reached the limit of its endurance, and the cracks gradually spread... Then, under the concerted efforts of several people with a heavy hammer, the fine cracks spread to the whole block like a spider web wall.

The employees are planning to clean up these debris and complete this inexplicable job, and then go to the beautiful and fashionable lady employer to get paid, and then go to Old Henry's tavern together to order a few glasses of high-quality whiskey to warm up... ...By the way, find a chick with long buttocks and long legs to warm up seriously.

Unexpectedly, Miss Employer suddenly shouted at them:

"Okay, your job is done if you do this, come and get paid."

Although the employees were a little puzzled, there was still a little finishing work left, so why did it end so soon?
But seeing the banknotes splashing in the hands of the other party, the employees immediately put all these irrelevant doubts behind them... Is there anything more important than banknotes?

With that money, I can go find Olympia/Robbie/Doherty again tonight and have a good time! ! !
The employees happily left with the banknotes received from the disabled servant of the employer's lady.

After they all left, Watson asked:
"Are you afraid that they will be affected by taboo power?"

"Well." Charlotte explained: "I have seen from the materials of the Anti-Suppression Bureau that most mortals are weak-willed and have extremely poor resistance to mysterious influences. A little bit of confrontation with things that contain taboo knowledge will be affected by spirits." Pollution, distortion of the flesh."

"But there are also some mortals who are born with far more resistance to taboos than ordinary people. Even if they face the influence of deformed creatures many times, they can still maintain mental stability."

"And you and I are such people."

"Under this strange wall, there are very likely to be hidden taboo things... If they are allowed to dig the last bit to expose the internal things, it is very likely to cause double pollution to them both mentally and physically."

"It's better to just leave the two of us to continue."

Watson nodded slightly, "Understood."

With one arm, he lifted the hammer that one of the hired workers had left behind, raised it high above his head, and slammed it down.

The wall made a crisp sound like ice shattering, completely shattered into dozens of pieces, and the center was slightly sunken.

The female detective and her assistant stopped at the same time and waited silently, but nothing strange happened.

It was Watson who took the initiative to step forward, and used his cane to pick apart the broken bricks, revealing the shallow potholes below, and then a strange expression appeared on his face.

Charlotte held a torch and went forward, only to see that there was only a piece of smooth, sharp-edged black metal buried under the shallow pit, on which a simple portrait was painted with some kind of grayish oil—a funny picture. A smiling face like a mask.

The two fell into a wordless silence, the smelly breeze blew slowly, and the sound of the wind fell in their ears as if they were mocking.

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Late at night, in a remote cemetery outside London.

The cemetery guard was sitting alone in the wooden house drinking mulled wine, and the pet dog lying at his feet enjoying the warmth of the brazier suddenly stood up, his muscles tensed as if he had been stimulated by something, and roared manically into the cemetery with.

It's just that its roar seemed a little lacking in confidence, and the volume gradually decreased as it barked, until finally there was only choked sobs left, like weeping.

"Buddy, what's wrong with you?"

The gravekeeper was already drunk, and he patted his pet dog on the back to appease him, but suddenly Buddy let out a shrill howl, and rushed out the door and ran towards the wilderness.

Alcohol gave the cemetery the courage, and he looked in the direction of Buddy's roar in a daze, and saw a grave that he had filled with his own hands a few days ago, and it was wide open!

The damp soil was turned over, the dark tomb was empty, and the cold body disappeared. Only the newly engraved cross tombstone was left lying aside, with the name of the deceased written on it——Elkson Cook!
(End of this chapter)