I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 430 The Seventh Night

The sun is gradually setting below the horizon.

The bright red afterglow gradually faded away on the turbid Thames River, and finally disappeared unwillingly at the edge of the city.

London has fallen into the darkness of the night, and the street lamps are lighting up with dim lights.

But when these heart-warming lights shine on the streets, they can hardly reflect the shadows of many pedestrians.

Last week, the Mayor of London issued a curfew the next day after an undisclosed government department received a letter from a terrorist.

[From 210pm to am every day, citizens are not allowed to wander on the streets without a valid reason. Violators will be fined pence! ]

[Those who repeatedly violate the curfew will be arrested and imprisoned! ! ! ]

Papers printed with such fonts were soon pasted all over the streets. In fact, the fines were not too severe, but at least they were enough to make those poor people feel distressed.

You know, even a well-paid white-collar typist, working hard at the typewriter for a week, only earns enough to pay the fine for violating the curfew!

During the period of curfew, the streets in London have indeed become much quieter and even cleaner.

"Without those drunkards urinating and defecating everywhere, the air on London winter nights is indeed much fresher!"

Spencer Hobson exhaled a long puff of smoke and looked up at the night sky.

The crescent moon was obscured by either smog or dark clouds. Looking far into the city, the once bustling night in London had now dimmed, with only a few street lights left struggling to stay lit.

"Tonight is the seventh night."

"I hope everything can end successfully tonight..."

Spencer threw the remaining half of the cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his foot, then drew a cross on his chest with his fingers that still smelled of tobacco, which was better than nothing.

He waved goodbye to the suppression soldiers on duty on the rooftop, then turned and walked downstairs.

Night had completely fallen, but at this moment the Anti-Suppression Bureau was almost overcrowded.

The personnel from the branches in other cities have been seconded to the headquarters as much as possible. All kinds of unfamiliar faces are running around the floors carrying thick documents, and no one knows what they are busy with.

Spencer tilted his head and looked at an office he passed by. It was filled with beeping telegraph machines, and the radio operators were constantly collecting information reported back by the secret sentries in the city.

Compared to the almost packed headquarters, there are countless field staff lurking in the shadows of the streets and alleys of London.

Monitoring, scanning, collecting, reporting... It can be said that during these seven days, no forbidden force in the city of London could be concealed from the Suppression Bureau.

When the institutional forces of the British Empire got involved, London could be said to have been transformed into a pure holy land where all taboos were eliminated.

With such strict defenses, even the legendary professor would not be able to successfully start the so-called "game", right?

Spencer thought so in his heart and pushed open the door of Conference Room No. 7.

He was the last participant to arrive. As soon as he opened the door, he saw many familiar faces sitting in the conference room.

Dr. Natalia Long, and two security consultants from the Black Crow Bar - siblings Evie Frye and Jacob Frye - were sitting at the front of the long conference table, discussing something in a low voice.

Zachary Wakefield, the former Scotland Yard inspector who was as cold as an iceberg, sat upright in the middle of the long conference table, scribbling on paper with a pen in his hand.

And there was the brilliant female detective, Ms. Charlotte Holmes, who sat alone in the corner of the long conference table, with her arms folded across her chest, looking aloof and aloof as if she kept people at a distance.

Spencer greeted his colleagues one by one with a smile, and then sat alone in another corner of the conference room.

In the silent waiting, the wall clock finally reached XX o'clock. 8 o'clock in the evening was the time when the Queen of Immortality was in charge.

Director Jack was as punctual as ever, and walked into Conference Room No. 7 when the eighth bell stopped ringing.

Old Jack looked around the conference room. His eyes were hidden behind the thick lenses that shone with a faint light, making it difficult to tell where his gaze was.
But at least based on the direction his head was facing, everyone present could feel that sharp gaze, as if it could see through all secrets, passing over them one by one.

They could also feel that Director Jack's gaze stayed in the direction of Charlotte Holmes for half a second longer.

Old Jack looked at those exhausted faces with a look of relief and pride.

"Everyone looks very tired. I guess you must have been working hard during this period..."

"I have seen all your hard work and I remember it in my heart!"

"Please rest assured, after this incident is over, I will definitely arrange a comfortable vacation for everyone so that you can relax."

"But... now is the most critical moment."

"According to the content of the previous letter, the professor will start another carnival in seven days."

"And tonight is the seventh night since that notorious professor declared war on us."

"If the professor is truly a man of his word, then when the clock strikes twelve tonight, his carnival will begin."

"We have no way of knowing where his main venue is, nor do we know when the first show will begin... so we must assume that the moment the clock strikes twelve, the professor's plan has already begun!"

"So, all the elite investigators from our Suppression Bureau... have you tracked down the professor's whereabouts?"

Faced with Director Jack's question, Conference Room 7 fell into silence and no one could answer the question.

Old Jack sighed and shook his head. "Forget it. I have already guessed the result... Then everyone should report the progress of recent work first."

Investigator Spencer, Dr. Natalia Long, the Frye siblings, and Charlotte Holmes all focused their attention on Zachary.

Zachary lived up to everyone's expectations and stood up, his posture as straight as a javelin stuck in the ground.

"Sir, please let me take charge of the report!"

"Although you gave us different investigative instructions, in fact, as our investigation deepened, our clues have all converged!"

"This report can be said to be the result of our united investigation."

Old Jack nodded slightly.

Zachary immediately picked up the thick stack of documents he had brought with him and placed it inside the screen projection machine in the center of the conference room. He pressed a button and the lights in the conference room dimmed immediately.

The cylinder of the projection machine radiates faint light and shadows, which fall on the white wall to form clear pictures.

Those are two similar yet different photos.

The contents of the pictures are roughly the same, but one is a cold black and white photo, and the other is a slightly more colorful photo.

The black-and-white photo shows a wooden box placed in the corner, with hay and guns visible inside the box.

The color photo also shows a wooden box placed in the corner, with hay and guns visible inside the box. However, from the perspective of this photo, the weapons in the box all have faint mottled colors.

Flame-like light orange, desert-like pale yellow, and light garnet red.

(End of this chapter)