I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 433 Finally found you

When the eight o'clock curfew bell rang, the pedestrians on the street had already returned to their houses and sat down.

After the lessons of the previous six nights, they already knew that the mayor's decree was no joke.

Those drunkards who were hoping for a lucky break have now been forced to work in the factory owned by the mayor's wife because they have no money to pay the fines.

Damn the mayor's wife, the factory under her name was only willing to pay each person fifteen pence a day. They had to work for seven full days to pay off the fine from Scotland Yard and redeem their freedom.

But in the city of London, the vast majority of citizens are not eligible to go home and lie comfortably on the sofa before eight o'clock.

In order not to violate the curfew, the low-level workers had no choice but to work all night in the factory. Fortunately, the boss was merciful this time and was willing to pay them full night shift wages, otherwise these workers who were busy day and night would have been unable to resist taking to the streets again!

But resentment was already brewing if the mayor did not keep his promise - the curfew would only last for a week.

If we choose to continue the curfew, the fire of riot is likely to burn itself out!
John Watson thought so and gradually quickened his pace, moving away from the main urban area.

The effectiveness of the curfew will gradually weaken as its scope expands. With the Thames River as the boundary, London on the north bank is safe and strict.

But London on the south bank was not affected much by the curfew. The busy streets were still calm, but the sparsely populated communities did not take the curfew seriously at all - I don't believe that the idiots from Scotland Yard would come to patrol here at this time, and isn't standing on the street to make a living a legitimate reason???
The notorious East London bars were also noisy all night long. After all, our respected mayor only asked that people not wander the streets between 8pm and 5am, but we stayed in the bars during this time period and did not violate the curfew at all!

The more prohibited something is, the rarer it is, and the rarer it is, the more expensive it is - during the curfew, even the fees of prostitutes have increased a little. After all, they also have to run the risk of being arrested if they are not careful!

John Watson looked up inadvertently and saw the heavily made-up, white-faced woman in the alley winking and waving at him eagerly.

Looking at that face, which was still frighteningly pale even though it was hiding in the shadows, and that big mouth that was as red as if smeared with pig blood, he could only shake his head gently to show his refusal.

Continue walking towards the increasingly quiet neighborhood.

John Watson was actually staying in a small hotel on the east bank of the Thames recently.

The innkeepers were an elderly couple, but they were pleasantly surprised to learn John Watson's name when they first met him.

It turns out that in the forgotten years of John Watson, he had lived in this hotel for a period of time when he had just returned from retirement.

In order to recall his lost memories, he stayed there.

The hotel couple has typical citizen character, although they cursed when they learned that the mayor had issued a curfew.

But when night fell, it was the first hotel on the entire street to close its doors - they were also afraid of the recent rumors about Jack the Ripper, and even more afraid of the legendary seven-headed monster that charged towards the Capitol.

In order not to anger the hotel couple, John Watson could only use the excuse of drinking to help him sleep every night.

In fact, when the clock struck eight, he would sneak down to the street.

Since leaving Woolsthorpe Asylum, John Watson's memory has gradually recovered, and occasionally in his dreams he would enter a battlefield of eternal fighting.

Enemies holding snake-wrapped spears, enemies holding smoothbore rifles, enemies charging on horseback, enemies with ferocious faces and not afraid of pain... an endless stream of enemies came towards him like a tide, and he was always fighting, defending himself, and killing.

John Watson felt that these dreams might be a fragmented integration of his forgotten memories. The battles he had experienced in Fulstein were broken into pieces and then roughly blended together, which made the dreams seem like an endless war.

Although he still couldn't recall any specific information other than the battle, such as which unit he belonged to, who his comrades were, and how they got along with each other...

But regarding combat skills, those memories that were probably deeply engraved in his muscle instincts, recovered very quickly, just as he could easily climb from the third floor to the ground level. With his ten fingers firmly grasping the tiny gaps between the wall tiles, he could memorize any protrusion on the building surface that he could land on without even observing it carefully, and he could land accurately with just a jump - his limbs were as flexible as an incredible machine, and he could complete tasks accurately as long as he input a command.

There are also many skills that should be impossible to learn on the battlefield, such as how to find the blind spots of police patrols, how to hide one's own figure... It is with these skills that John Watson was able to easily avoid the police's sight, ignore the curfew, and roam the empty streets.

But he wasn't wandering around aimlessly just to feel the thrill of freedom that comes from defying the curfew.

He had a clear destination - a street not far ahead with many vacant and abandoned houses.

John Watson took out the pocket watch from the inner pocket of his windbreaker and took a look. It was almost eleven o'clock.

That's about it, he thought to himself.

John Watson touched the gun in his arms and took a deep breath. His restless heart seemed to calm down because of the cold air he inhaled.

He strode forward, but just after he took three steps, an arm stretched out from the shadow of a nearby alley and grabbed his arm tightly.

"This gentleman, this handsome gentleman, why are you walking alone on the street in the long night?"

"It's such a cold winter, such a lonely night, I think you must be very lonely... Why don't you let me accompany you through this cold night?"

This was a lady with a gray face and thin body, without any makeup. She only wore a thick men's windbreaker over her revealing clothes. Her thin body could not stop trembling in the cold night wind.

"I'm very cheap, only fifteen pence is enough -" the lady begged: "Fourteen pence is fine, how about thirteen pence?"

"Please, sir, I have been hungry for two days. I can bear the hunger, but my child can't hold on any longer..."

"Please, I only need ten pence... I'm clean." The lady said as she lifted the boy's windbreaker and was about to untie her belt.

With the top-notch vision granted by his artificial eye, John Watson could clearly see the other person's bony bones and pale skin under his half-exposed clothes.

He didn't answer, but just took out a handful of coins and stuffed them into the other person's hand, then turned and left quickly.

Behind John Watson, the lady with half-open clothes tightly grasped the coin in her hand, tears of gratitude streaming from her dry eyes, and she kept bowing towards the thin figure.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you very much!"

"I will never forget your help - coo coo."

The words of gratitude stopped abruptly, replaced by the sound of blood gushing out.

John Watson turned around in horror and saw that the skinny lady had completely opened her clothes, exposing her chest with sunken ribs, and a cruel and bloody gash had appeared on her pale skin!

The exaggerated gap extended from the throat to the woman's pelvis, almost cutting the thin body in half!
A pair of arms covered in steaming blood stretched out from the torn chest, violently expanding the crack to become larger and wider, wide enough for a person to crawl out through the crack!

A creepy sound rang out muffledly from within the woman's body cavity.

"John Watson, I finally found you."

(End of this chapter)