I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 41
At noon, at a small bend in a tributary of the Thames.

Standing more than ten meters away from the shore is a light wooden boat, about three feet deep and thirty feet long, like a speedboat used to smuggle goods. The top was originally covered with thick canvas to keep out the rain, but It had been burned to ashes by now, and the river wind swept over and lifted up pieces of embers, which fell into the black Thames.

The main body of the hull has also been scorched black and burst, and there is still a faint smell of burning inferior gasoline on the wooden boards. The keel is broken from the middle, and the cracks are irregular and jagged, which seems to be caused by an explosion.

Charlotte and Watson stood next to the body of the ship, and the two walked back and forth to look inside and outside the ship, trying to find a useful clue.

Flame can destroy wood and traces, but it is difficult to incinerate metal.

The female detective squatted down and groped in the cabin. Her slender fingers brushed over the hull that seemed to still have a little residual warmth. She touched a hard object like a long and thin cylinder.

The surface of the object has been burnt black, but it can still feel the unusual cold inside when holding it in the palm, as if holding an ice edge in winter.

"That's right, this is the means of transportation that the Flashing Blade Order took when they evacuated in an emergency."

Charlotte threw the object out.

Watson picked it up and looked at it carefully. It was actually a fairly regular octagonal long tube. He weighed it, and it seemed to be made of steel.

He looked inside the steel pipe against the midday sun, and he could see spiral grooves engraved on the inner wall of the steel pipe...it was rifling!

Watson said: "It seems that the Order of the Flash Blade has established a miniature military factory on the ruins of Kate and Hero Co., Ltd."

Charlotte pondered, "Are they planning to sell weapons, or are they trying to start a riot..."

When Watson heard this sentence, he thought of the words of the Flash Blade pawn - the blade is the rule of battle and resistance.

He guessed that the practitioners of the secret scriptures of the blade might practice violence-related affairs in addition to killing, so that they could unravel the mystery of the secret scriptures and gain the power of the blade.

Watson said: "The possibility of both of these is very high. I wouldn't be surprised even if the Shining Blade cultists and these crazed esoteric believers are secretly planning to bomb Buckingham Palace."

Charlotte agreed: "You're right, nothing these esoteric believers do will surprise anyone."

Watson scanned his surroundings. It was still the same as before. There were still no footprints or traces in the mud. It stands to reason that the other party was carrying a large amount of supplies and would definitely leave heavy marks.

The ability of the Shining Blade Cult to clear traces is really outstanding, even he, a battle-hardened veteran, sincerely admires it.

They searched up and down the river this morning, and finally found the burnt out boat in a deserted place dozens of miles away from the ruins of Kate and Hero Co., Ltd.

There are only sparse dry old trees for several miles around, and there is no one inhabited at all. Not to mention witnesses, I am afraid that it is difficult to find even a witness bird.

Watson thought in his heart: "Although this place is very desolate and can effectively avoid being discovered, it is actually not a good place to transit and escape."

"If I were to design an emergency evacuation plan, I should go to a port where fish and dragons are mixed, land and disembark the ship, and then sell the ship to speculators at a low price after moving the supplies."

"Then disperse the troops on the spot to avoid people's eyes and ears, each of them took advantage of the cover of night to find a quiet place to hide, and after the wind calmed down, they passed secret orders—such as symbols/patterns in a hidden corner of a certain place, to inform everyone to go Another conglomeration of densely populated transportation hubs—perhaps a station or a port.”

"At this time, everyone will gather and go to the next hidden hiding place."

"And with William's wisdom, he must have chosen a secret headquarters address with backups long ago. Once this side is exposed, he will immediately move to a new place."

"We are now trying our best to track down the escape of the Flashing Blade Order, so we might as well go back and track and monitor William. Even if he is concerned about the eyes of the anti-suppression bureau, he will rest and recuperate in the next few days, but he must continue to carry out secret sect affairs in the future. If we hide in the dark After tracking and finding the new headquarters of the Shining Blade Order, you can notify the Anti-Suppression Bureau to capture his personal ID and get him!"

"However... with William's secret transmission ability, it may be difficult for us to follow up quietly. If he accidentally recognizes him, he will directly attack out of embarrassment. With my current state, I will definitely not be able to resist Stop his attack."

"So now there is still only one option left to track down the Shining Blade Cult - as long as you find their new secret headquarters, and then notify the Anti-Suppression Bureau to come and arrest the Secret Cultists, even if William will not be involved, at least his foundation will be shaken. "

"But these militant blade cultists...will they really allow us to pursue them so recklessly?"

Watson put himself in the shoes of himself, and felt that if he had learned that a weak detective was trying to destroy his ideals and career... he would probably have acted ahead of time to kill the threat in its infancy!
He didn't directly express this concern. As the daughter of the duke, Charlotte, the Sherlock Holmes Manor was heavily guarded like a war fortress, and the few esoteric believers with weak supernatural abilities could not pose a threat to her at all.

On the contrary, living alone seems to be the best target!

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At night, London is still covered with dark clouds.

Baker Street fell into sleepy tranquility. Due to a strange serial car accident during the day, some street lamps were damaged and could not shine. The Sherlock Holmes Detective Agency was in a dead corner that could not be illuminated by the remaining street lamps. It was so dark that it seemed to be swallowed by a night beast. middle.

It was in this ink-like darkness that a silent figure stood quietly on the roof at some point.

If the residents on the opposite side of the detective office look at the opposite side at this moment, they can see that the silhouette of the figure is extremely thin, like a bamboo pole covered with clothes, but tonight the wind is noisy like a thunderstorm is coming, and the corners of the figure's clothes flutter in the wind but it is silent .

The figure came to the eaves, seemed to be looking down, and then stepped forward impressively and let the gravity pull it down.

As soon as the figure fell suddenly, it stretched out its withered arms towards the wall. Its palm was like some kind of sharp claws, drawing five deep marks on the wall, but it was still strangely silent. It seemed to be just a shadow cast from a distance.

The figure leaned against the wall with hands and feet, like a lizard or a spider, slowly approaching the window on the second floor.

The figure gradually approached, and a thin layer of frost strangely condensed on the corner of the window glass, and the movement of the figure gradually spread.

If the occupants of the house wake up at this moment, they will see a terrifying and skinny face appearing outside the window!

Its skin is as dark as frozen soil, its eyes are sunken and dark holes, and around the eye sockets are cracks like lightning. When the moist water vapor touches its cold body surface, strands of condensed white mist rise up.

It obviously doesn't have eyes, but it shakes its head and looks like it's peeking into the house.

It seems that it can really see the slightly raised quilt on the bed in the house. It seems that the sleeper also felt the sudden drop in temperature due to its arrival, and wrapped the quilt tightly to resist the cold.

It grinned the corners of its mouth, which caused the tear scar on its lips to expand, but there was no blood flowing out.

It slammed into the window with all its force, pounced on the detective assistant who was still sleeping soundly before the broken glass fell to the ground, and cut through the cotton tire with its bone claws sharper than a blade.

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(End of this chapter)