I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 43 Gray Oil
The gun in the hands of the young Scotland Yard policeman spewed out short bursts of fireworks. In the smoke, the metal projectiles were like intermittent rainstorms, washing over the head of Elson, who was revived for some reason, washing off the flesh and blood on his face, and rubbing away the fragments. bones, cleansing of rotting brains.

The headless body struggled a few times on the spot, then fell straight and fell into a real dead silence.

Watson extinguished the fluorescent green in his right pupil, and the unhealed intracranial moth continued to slump.

He is now squatting on the top of the rooftop stairwell, his legs are slightly spread and his knees are bent upwards, his elbows rest on his knees and he is holding a 49-inch front-loading rifle in his arms. The odd hexagonal barrel has no regular rifling inside.

Whitworth M1857 Precision Rifle is the name of this unique weapon. Because of its precision beyond the times, it is also known as "the world's first sniper rifle" in later generations!
This is a new type of rifle designed by Sir Joseph Whitworth commissioned by the Commander-in-Chief of the British Army. However, due to the special structure of the barrel, it is difficult to shoot continuously and the cost is too high. Instead, it was not adopted by the British Army. The land of the free shines!
Major General John Sedgwick's famous line, "At such a distance they couldn't have hit an elephant!!!" is still etched in the history of shame in the Civil War of the Free Lands.

There are two other Whitworth rifles of the same style under his feet. Since this weapon still uses the front loading method, the shooting interval is longer than that of the rear loading gun. Tonight, he deliberately put all his private The hidden goods were taken out to prevent the large number of enemies from the Shining Blade Cult.

It's a pity that today's time is short, and the fuse explosives placed in the room are still too small and not powerful enough. If he is given another day to prepare, he will definitely be able to blow up this monster that is suspected to be Elson's resurrection from the very beginning!

He cleaned up the remaining cinders in the gun chamber, covered the weapon with a black cloth and wrapped it up, tied it with a rope and carried it tightly on his shoulder.

The continuous gunshots have woken up the residents downstairs, and a certain bold guy has already started to bump hard against the stairwell door panel that Watson had tightened from the outside in advance.

Watson cleaned up the traces of his own existence a little bit, and used a simple hemp rope to descend from the roof of the building with only a brute force, and then easily retracted the rope after landing, except for a faint trace of the hemp rope slipping on the roof. , without any trace left.

When the irascible residents with shotguns knocked open the roof panel, they could only watch the awakened London streets from the roof.

Watson walked along the shadows, and after going around a few times, he returned to the short-term apartment he temporarily rented, hid his weapons and equipment under the bed, turned around and went out again.

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At this moment, the fire at the Sherlock Holmes Detective Office also began to spread. Fortunately, the nearby fire station was not far away. It was late at night when the road was clear, and the fire operation team rushed to extinguish the fire that had not yet spread. The room was charred black.

Watson has been watching the busy figures of the firefighters from outside the street. After the fire was completely extinguished, the sky began to light up with a touch of light gray.

Only then did he put on a surprised face, leaning on a cane and walking towards the detective office staggeringly.

The residents of the street knew Watson, and they lived in harmony with each other as neighbors during this time. When they saw this poor war hero with the background of the Duke of Holmes, they stepped forward to express their concern and comfort.

"My God, Mr. Watson, are you all right?!"

"Oh God! It's a good thing you didn't stay here last night, Mr. Watson."

"Mr. Watson, before the room is repaired, why don't you just stay at my house, it just so happens that Oliver is on a business trip recently..."

"Shut up Kelly! You bastard, I'll tell your husband later that you always seduce other men while he's on a business trip!"

"Hahaha, Lisa, you stinky cousin, don't think I don't know, you've been going to the strip club in the next block every night to patronize those muscular handsome guys, especially the night before you didn't come back at night—— "

Before she could finish speaking, Lisa had already twisted her bucket-like waist, stretched her short legs, and waving her colorful nails, scratching Kelly's basin-like face.

"Ah——" Kelly wiped her face, saw the faint blood on her palm, and let out a piercing scream, "How dare you hurt my beautiful face!!!"

Not to be outdone, she reached out and grabbed Lisa's withered and yellowed curly hair, and the two immediately wrestled.

This sudden chaotic scene immediately shifted the attention of passers-by from the unlucky detective assistant to the two ladies lying on the ground entangled in the fight.

Watson was able to pass through the crowd smoothly and came to the door of the detective office. He handed cigarettes to the firefighters who squatted in front of the door to rest for a while.

"Thank you very much. Without the three of you, Detective Holmes would be destroyed by the fire tonight!"

After hearing the word 'Sherlock Holmes', the tired and impatient firefighters cheered up instantly—oh?It turns out that what we just saved was the Duke's property!

They took the cigarettes politely, and enjoyed the smell of high-end tobacco that might have come from the Duke's house with happy faces.

"You don't need to be polite, these are what we should do. It is our bounden duty to maintain fire safety in London!"

Watson also used the tobacco, fake tiger prestige, and a few words to quickly get closer to the firefighters. Before they left, they tentatively asked: "Brother Watson, we just found out that the source of the fire came from the bedroom." The bunk, it seems to be some kind of high explosive... Do we have to report this to Scotland Yard?"

Watson showed a embarrassed expression, and said: "Well, this matter involves the Duke's property after all. If the news gets out and gets published in those messy newspapers, wouldn't it hurt the face of the Duke...so please Three, please keep the details about tonight confidential."

When the firefighters heard the words of this gentleman who was suspected to be a servant of the Duke, they immediately imagined a series of noble grievances, love grievances and assassinations... They nodded vigorously and praised again and again, understand, Brother Watson, don't worry, We sure won't embarrass you.

After receiving such a positive reply, Watson also showed a seemingly relaxed smile, and waved goodbye to the three firefighters.

He sat on the steps in front of the door and waited until Victor, who was on vacation, stopped driving the carriage.

Charlotte Holmes looked at the blackened windows on the second floor of the detective agency, her brows could not help but stand erect, and she asked after entering the room:

"Is it the Order of the Flash Blade? How many people have come? Has anyone been caught alive?"

Watson shook his head, "The person who came was not a human, but a monster that would not bleed. After I observed the triggering of the trap from a distant upstairs last night, I found an unusually thin figure falling from the window."

"I kept shooting, but I could only cause weak damage to it, but the amount of accumulation was enough to produce a qualitative change. In the end, the monster fell on the bank of the river, and a police officer on night patrol decapitated it. When I drove over , there is only a pool of gray oil stains on the ground."

Watson truthfully told what happened last night, and the noise was so loud that the female detective could deduce the specific details with a little investigation, and there was no need and no way to hide them.

"Grey oil stains..." the female detective murmured, "I have seen similar records in the materials of the Anti-Suppression Bureau. It is the most common method used by the esoteric believers - to drive some kind of cold inhuman monster to attack They work."

"The detective agency is no longer safe...Watson, do you want to just move to my manor?"

　The heat of 38 degrees makes my head dizzy and without thoughts... The water content of this chapter is enough to downgrade the desire of the red cup
　　
　
(End of this chapter)