I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 45
Charlotte Holmes once again showed the aristocratic and friendly smile she had practiced so long in her childhood.

"Hello, is this the home of Victor Feuerbach?"

"Um yes, are you?"

Rose Feuerbach looked at the two strangers in front of the door, her triangular eyes with hanging tips inherited from her family were full of vigilance.

This made Watson can't help but recall the situation that night——Victor's eyes were still filled with astonishment and disbelief, as he stared blankly at the figure behind the gunpowder smoke. From the center of his brow.

He didn't feel guilty about it, it was the self-denial of a coward, and he hadn't felt such emotions for many, many years...

He was just wondering if the girl in front of him was also a member of the Shining Blade Cult, did she know that she killed her fellow brother, and was she planning to take revenge on him?

Then should I follow the forbidden rules in my heart-when the other party intends to hurt me, I should break through the limit of not fighting or killing, and kill the threat in the cradle in advance.

But this Rose...does she know the hidden blood feud between me and herself?

In Watson's view, the answer should be no. The other party did not show hatred or resentment at first glance after seeing him-this is not a negative emotion that can be easily controlled.

So the Order of the Shining Blade hadn't had time to tell his family about Victor's death?Is it because you have been busy hiding recently and haven't found time yet?

The dark original self in Watson's heart, which was imprisoned and blocked by the heavy superego, sighed helplessly... It seems that I have to bear it any longer.

Charlotte said softly: "You must be Rose, we are your brother's friends, and I often hear Victor mentioning you."

"You are my brother's friend!"

When Rose Feuerbach heard this, her gloomy eyes almost burst out.

"Where is brother now?"

"Brother, is he doing well now?"

"Brother, is he eating on time now?"

"The weather has turned cold recently, brother, has he added any clothes?"

"Brother he..."

Rose crackled and said a lot, her words were as short and intense as a submachine gun that hadn't yet been invented, and it was hard to resist.

"Well—we actually..."

Charlotte hesitated, facing the question of this innocent girl of similar age, she didn't know how to answer for a while.

Perhaps because of the recent arrival of a special period in her body, the secretion of estrogen increased, and her weak sensibility, which had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly struggled to get rid of the shackles of reason, temporarily occupying the peak of her thoughts.

Your brother is dead, and we are here to investigate the connection between him and the Horror Secret Cult—this answer that will definitely make the other party despair, she is really hard to say now, and she turned her head to look at her assistant as if asking for help.

Watson knew it in his heart, and put on a worried expression that was slightly blunt but enough to deceive Rose, but not Holmes - this could instead conceal his truly superb acting skills.

He seemed very worried and said:

"Miss Rose, we are as worried about Victor's situation as you are—he has lost contact with us for several days, and I heard that he has recently come into contact with some dangerous new friends, and we are afraid that he will be incited by those people went down the wrong path."

"Have you found out who Victor has come into contact with recently? Or where he often goes?"

He exaggeratedly said sadly:
"We also hope to save Victor from those dangerous guys before he makes an irreparable mistake!"

Ah - Rose covered her mouth in surprise when she heard the news, but at the same time, she recalled in her mind the huge sum of twenty pounds and a bag of their favorite milk candies that her brother secretly gave her home a few days ago.

At that time, Victor still vowed to her and told her to take it easy, sister. Now that my brother has found a good job, this is a reward from BOSS to him.

Just take it well, go buy some fashionable new clothes, and dress yourself up well. My sister is so good-looking, why is she dressed like an aunt in the countryside now... Yes, you can get this money Hidden it well, don't let old Feuerbach find it and use it to buy wine again.

Before leaving, my brother kissed her forehead and said that our life will definitely get better and better in the future!Brother will definitely let you live a good life like the noble lady!
Rose's eye sockets were suddenly wet, and the tears rolled inside and tried not to shed... Her brother really joined a gang organization and risked his life in exchange for money!

And all of this is because of me, to take care of my little sister!
Rose couldn't hold back her sadness any longer, and cried out with a loud cry. The muddy tears flowed out from the cracks in her rough fingers after years of toil, and the dripping tears left a trail on the back of the hand full of dust and fine scars. .

Watson still maintains a stiff and exaggerated expression, Charlotte has already passed him and hugged the crying Rose into his arms, patting her back and softly comforting her.

"Rose!!!"

There was a roar in Feuerbach's room, and a middle-aged, bald, fat man reeking of alcohol staggered out.

"How many fucking times have I told you about you?! Don't cry in front of me like your goddam bitch mother! You're really losing your memory!!!"

Old Feuerbach pulled out the belt around his waist, but fortunately his belly was thick enough to hold his trousers in place.

He snapped the belt and was about to whip the annoying daughter, as he had done for so many years.

But this time there was a cane in the way of his belt, like the arm that little Victor had stretched out that night!

Old Feuerbach was furious, and he seemed to see his unworthy son again, that little Victor who dared to defy his great father!

His anger transferred to the strange wounded man in front of him, waving his belt to whip him.

Of course, Watson did not act out of sympathy or pity for Rose, he just didn't want this old alcoholic to interfere with their work.

And after he blocked the blow, he would definitely leave a good initial impression on the young girl's heart, which would actually be more conducive to the progress of the investigation.

He looked at the belt that was slowly swaying towards him, it was still stained with oil, sweat and dried wine.

He wondered in his mind, did this meet the exception standard of the prohibition?
Whether the other party is preparing to hurt himself... Yes, this is naturally an unquestionable fact.

But whether the other party has violated the prohibition and killed compatriots in non-wartime... Not necessarily. From the current point of view, the other party is just an incompetent and furious domestic violence victim.

Killing him was like dirtying one's own hands.

The judgment process failed. Watson turned the cane that should have been stuck in the throat of the old Feuerbach, turned to block the belt, and then hit the opponent's left ear with a little force, and then lightly pierced the diaphragm. .

In Watson's view, the already serious blows fell on this old alcoholic whose health had been hollowed out by drinking for a long time. It was a series of brutal blows, the eardrum was directly perforated, and the diaphragm was bleeding.

Old Feuerbach fell to his knees with limp legs, his ears were buzzing, and the noisy sound seemed to be transmitted to his brain with his strength, his brain was concussed and dizzy, his internal organs seemed to be churning, nauseated Feeling gushed out with stomach acid wine and black bread.

He collapsed in his own vomit, his cheek against the cold floor and the foul-smelling gastric juices, and he seemed to be muttering something.

Charlotte looked at the dirty old alcoholic with disgust, and gently helped Rose up who was squatting and crying bitterly.

"Miss Rose, let's talk in another place."

And the old Feuerbach, who was tearful from the pain, could only kneel on the ground and watch his daughter and free maid leave, and walk into the gorgeous carriage illuminated by a ray of bright sunshine that rarely falls in London.

(End of this chapter)