I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 48
Since Watson's apparent identity is still a disabled person, Charlotte Holmes did not let him participate in the tracking operation-how can a cripple walking on a cane be competent for a quiet tracking job?
So he still stayed in the temporarily rented hotel, waiting for the return of the good news.

In the early morning, there was the sound of footsteps going upstairs outside the door. Watson, who was lying on the bed pretending to be asleep, recognized the identity of the author from the familiar rhythm and heaviness, and sat up early.

A stooped, slightly bloated old guy opened the door and walked in. He looked like a grey-haired man, with a thick beard on his chin like a tangle of tangled wires, a red rosaceous nose that was as fat as a ball, covered with a gray and black His tattered cloak was stained with oily weeds and leaves, and he looked like an old drunk on the street.

He coughed indistinctly as if he was holding thick phlegm, and walked into the room with the typical alcoholic swaying pace, shaking left and right, shaking the broken grass and leaves off the cloak due to his violent coughing.

Watson said angrily, "Okay, don't act anymore, I know your acting skills are much better than mine."

He seemed to be really envious of the other party's makeup and acting skills, but in fact, he had picked out a few faults in his heart... However, judging from the other party's joking reaction, he should have brought back good news.

The old drunkard giggled, but his voice was as melodious and clear as a bird. He straightened his waist and stood up straight. He tore off the glued fake beard, rubbed and removed the rubber-like fake nose, and lifted the cover The thick cloak cloth on top of the head, with a basin of clear water prepared by Watson, washed away the make-up color and putty on the hair and face, revealing fair and translucent skin and platinum-blonde hair.

In just a few minutes, the dirty old drunk has transformed into a tall and attractive lady.

Charlotte wiped off the oil paint remaining on her hair with a clean towel, removed the two revolvers from her waist, and said slowly:
"Unfortunately, after the other party left the city, I lost it."

Watson didn't speak or ask questions, he knew that the female detective would definitely have something to say.

Sure enough, Charlotte went on to say:
"This scarred man started running at full speed as soon as he left the city. His moving speed is extremely fast, almost comparable to a galloping carriage!"

"In order to hide my traces, I couldn't chase after him in a big way, so I could only follow behind slowly. I thought that he would have to stop and rest soon after he was sprinting so hard."

"I didn't expect him to run for several miles at such a speed! Under the cover of night, I couldn't see his back at the edge of the horizon!"

"However, I never got up and chased, and I crawled on the ground all the way - after all, when I first tracked in the urban area, I found that the other party might have noticed that someone was following, or they were very cautious, and they were still hiding in the alley waiting for me to walk in."

"The other party specially took me to a plain outside the city without any line of sight. I guessed that the other party was planning to test whether the stalkers would get up and chase me. I simply pulled out branches and weeds and put them in the cloak to pretend to be a bush. Watching the opponent's footprints while slowly tracking without leaving a trace."

"This esoteric is very cautious. His footprints are never straight, but go round and round like circles. This makes me more vigilant, and his movements are very gentle, like the still grass blowing in the wind. swing."

"I tracked all the way to a low hillside. The footprints spread to the foot of the slope and disappeared. I looked around and only found the deep footprints of the target who jumped down from the hillside. The toes pointed to the distance and seemed to have run out of the city. go."

"But I deduce based on the cautious behavior of this esoteric believer, this must be trying to lead us in the wrong direction!"

"I stayed until dawn, carefully observing the weeds around the low slope with the slanted light of the first dawn, and finally I found a clue!"

Charlotte took a long breath and continued:

"This esoteric disciple may have cast a magic spell to erase traces, but I found that on the leaves of several weeds around the hillside...the amount of dewdrops condensed is far greater than that of other grasses!"

"Watson, do you still remember the deep broken wall we found in the company that day? The wall feels like ice cubes, although it is not mentioned in the basic information of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, but I guess The forbidden knowledge mastered by this Shining Blade Cult is likely to be related to winter, cold, and low temperature!"

Watson also showed a thoughtful expression when he heard it, but he was thinking in his heart, she really made her guess right.

Charlotte said with high spirits:

"If we infer from this, then these weeds with a lot of dewdrops are the traces of this Shining Blade disciple!"

"I followed this direction, and found that the other party turned back to the city again—as expected, he was a detour to confuse or a possible follower from the beginning!"

"I followed the dewdrop all the way, and finally found a row of dilapidated warehouses hidden in the tall grass!"

"It's just that the sky is completely bright at this time. In order to avoid the secret sentry placed by the Shining Blade Order nearby, I just waited and watched from a distance, and did not continue to track it."

"But I can be sure - this row of warehouses is the new hiding place of the Shining Blade Cult!!!"

"Beautiful!" Watson clapped softly when he heard this.

The female detective smiled, her chin slightly closed, her waist straightened and she bowed slightly, like a dancer giving thanks at the end of a performance.

Watson asked: "Then we should go and notify the Anti-Suppression Bureau now to make an arrest?"

"Don't worry."

The female detective shook her head lightly, her eyes flashed with high-spirited fighting spirit, "If you attack so rashly, at most you can only arrest the group of esoteric believers, and they may not necessarily report on William McConaughey's identity as the leader. It is possible that he will continue to hide it for him.”

"If we can't prove the connection between William McConaughey and the Shining Blade and arrest him, then we can only scratch the surface of the Flashing Blade, and we can't shake the root of it."

"As long as William McConaughey is still at large, sooner or later there will be a new Order of the Bright Blade or the Order of the Dark Blade."

"We have to find a way to let William get into the trap by himself like a bird chasing rice!"

Do you want to catch the turtle in the urn... Watson was also lost in thought, it seems that this is not an easy task.

He assumed William's identity by himself, assuming that he knew that his subordinate troops were being rounded up by a large number of enemy troops, then he could only temporarily retreat to preserve his vitality in the situation where rescue was inevitable.

And in order to prevent or possibly leak important information, it is necessary to take advantage of this time difference and organize the team as soon as possible to guard against it.

In other words, if you want to attract William to show up and contact the Flash Blade Cult, you must grasp the scale and timing of luring the enemy-not only to make the Flash Blade Cult feel that the matter is difficult to solve, but also to take risks and ask the leader to take action, and It's just a coincidence that William feels that this is not a trap...

Watson thought about it, and the moth in the skull seemed to sense that it was a good time to take revenge on the blade man. He flapped his wings with all his strength, and some kind of intuition or inspiration burst out in his mind.

He leaned into the female detective's ear and said, "We can do this..."

(End of this chapter)