I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 64 The Cat Girl

Mary Morstan—Watson almost frowned when he heard the name, and he wondered if all this coincidence was too much?

I only learned of the existence of a different four-signature case from the second secret history a few days ago, and I am considering whether to ask Little Stanford about the news of Sultan, who has become rich, and then start investigating my destined one. wife.

Unexpectedly, only a few days later, Mary Morstan had already come to her door on her own initiative... It was too coincidental. Could it be that, as the other party said, this was the guidance of Sichen Moth?
And according to the original book, the other party should be a tutor, so why has it turned into a dancer practicing secret transmission now?
But with the example of Charlotte Holmes in front of him, Watson didn't feel too surprised. As long as he didn't evolve into Marie Morstan, he could accept it.

"John Watson, just call me John."

Facing this female dancer who had already met in this world, Watson did not use a pseudonym when contacting Elson. After all, he was going to the Shelter Club in the carriage of the Duke of Holmes that night. If you inquire, you will soon learn his true identity.

He was thinking in his heart how to ask questions, such as, Ms. Mary, have you been receiving packages from an unknown source in recent years—no, according to the timeline of the original book, the other party should have not received Sultan's old age package at this time. A gift of guilt and trying to atone for sin...but her father, Captain Morstan, should have disappeared.

But throwing this matter out hastily, wouldn't it expose the fact that he knows the future direction of time?No, there are secret histories and biography in this world, and all of this can be completely blamed on the mysterious and unpredictable secret history.

He asked bluntly: "Ms. Mary... May I ask if your father is serving as a garrison officer in Bharat?"

"Huh!" This time it was Mary Morstan's turn to be surprised. She wondered if this man who practiced the way of transformation had secretly developed feelings for her as early as that night, and was so perverted that he secretly investigated his past behind his back. ?

She couldn't help feeling a bit of disgust in her heart, but as a professional dancer, her expression management ability was excellent, and she didn't show it directly.

"Well, there is such a thing. It's just that my father disappeared suddenly when he returned home for vacation two years ago. He only left his luggage in the hotel. I stayed in London to investigate the reason for my father's disappearance, but unfortunately I never found it. Useful clue."

She asked casually, "Mr. John, do you have any clues about my father?"

Watson nodded slightly, "Yes, I do have some clues about your father's whereabouts. In fact, after Captain Morstan returned to London that year, he rushed to meet his old comrade-in-arms Colonel Sultan overnight, and then... during the debate Died in a hurry."

God... Mary covered her mouth and exclaimed. She was just probing casually, but she didn't expect to get an answer. The whereabouts of her father, who had been searching for a long time but failed, was delivered to her door so easily. A man who only met once... Could this really be the guide of moths?

But when she heard that her father had been dead for a long time, she couldn't help but want to choke up and cry softly.

But she is no longer an ignorant and ignorant little girl, and she cannot just listen to other people's words.

Mary Morstan asked vigilantly: "Mr. John, where did you get the news about my father?"

Watson knew that if he wanted to convince this seemingly innocent but clever and cunning lady in front of him, the best way was to tell the secret directly.

However, during the time he was admitted to the hospital, Watson tried to copy out the scriptures of the secret scriptures of the moth, which he already understood the full meaning of in his brain. , but the writing is a mess of lines, like the scribbles of a mentally ill patient, which makes people feel dizzy and dizzy when looking at it.

After he finished writing, he was sweating profusely, mentally exhausted, as if he had fought without sleep for three days and three nights, and fell asleep until the next afternoon, when the female nurse thought it was a sudden illness and called the chief doctor. After a quick check, there was no result, so he could only use the excuse of staying up all night reading last night to prevaricate.

It is even more difficult to record the secret history scriptures without power. Watson just had this idea at the time, and the moth in his skull immediately flapped its wings desperately to stop it. It seemed that as long as he tried to write the secret, it would cause Come to the extremely terrifying existence!

Even if he is in Mansu now, as long as he has such a thought, that kind of ominous fear will immediately envelop him.

He can only tell the source of the news in an indirect way: "Secret History."

Secret History—Mary suddenly realized when she heard this word with a different meaning.

If it's the secret history, then it all makes sense... because the secret history is actually the direction she has been trying to find.

Two years ago, she received a telegram from her father in London, saying that she was asked to meet at the Langham Hotel. The text of the telegram was full of the kindness of the father and daughter reunited after a long absence. She was still deeply impressed. However, when she arrived at the hotel overnight At that time, there was no sign of his father at all. The hotel owner said that there was indeed a Captain Morstan who had returned from Bharat living here, but he never came back after going out the night before.

At that time, she thought that her father might have gone to dinner with old comrades in arms, and did not return after getting drunk.

But she waited in the hotel for three full days, but there was no news from her father. The hotel owner suggested that she call the police, and she did call the police. She began to rummage through the luggage her father left in the hotel, trying to find some clues.

She opened her father's wooden suitcase, but there were only some clothes and books in it, and there was a locked wooden box hidden in the corner of the box. She hired a locksmith to open it, and saw some strange stone carvings, all three Eyes and four arms, disheveled hair, and a long snake around the neck.

Captain Morstan has been stationed in Bharat all year round, but every time he returns home on vacation, he will tell his daughter what he has seen and heard there. Mary Morstan knows that the shapes of these stone statues are the three main gods in Bharat mythology—— Shiva.

These statues of Shiva are roughly carved, and the surface is dull and green, but inexplicably gives people an unimaginable ancient feeling, which seems to have been handed down from hundreds or even thousands of years ago.

They seem to be dancing in weird poses, which seems to contain some kind of ancient dance steps.

Mary Morstan has been practicing ballet since she was a child, and she couldn't help imitating the dance steps symbolized by the sculpture... But when she imitated the initial posture of the statue of Shiva, she was shocked to find that her body was out of control !

It was as if a puppet string was hanging from the void, and it was tied to her limbs, controlling her to dance proudly.

She couldn't help feeling horrified, but she couldn't regain control of her body, and she couldn't even call for help, she could only watch her body dance by itself... This strange dance that should be incomplete was unexpectedly completed unconsciously.

But as the dance progressed, her toes tapped the ground and her body spun in the air, she felt light and comfortable.

When the dance is over, she already knows the secret of thunder, and the secret scriptures that beat like a heart have been preserved in her skull.

"Colonel Sultan..."

Mary Morstan murmured the name, and a thunderous and violent beat resounded in her heart, but she still restrained her emotions and smiled.

"Mr. Watson, your news really solved the doubts that have been perplexing me. I really don't know how I can repay your kindness?"

"You are too famous, but I do have a question I want to ask you... Can you teach me about the method of exerting 'influence'?"

"So that's it, it's just a trivial matter, listen to me..."

Mary Morstan's lips moved close to John Watson's ear, and the surrounding moths suddenly gathered to form a wrapped circle. Between the mottled wing shadows, the faces of the two seemed to be stuck together.

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When Mary Morstan awoke the sky was still dark, and her spirit had been subdued enough to wake up immediately after the dream walk, without continuing to sleep until morning.

She lives in an apartment building close to the Shedding Club, which is also the property of the club owner, Ms. Sulochana. When the club opens, dancers like them only need to step out of the gate and walk through the three-meter-wide Alleyway, you can enter the back field of the stage.

Although the dancers in the club are well-paid and highly paid, Mary's room is still very simple and plain, without extravagant and extravagant decorations. Except for the bed and wardrobe, there are only large round tables with marble tops and exquisite birds. In the cat nest with cages and bamboo baskets, the canary in the cage has fallen asleep standing up, and the chubby British shorthair cat in the cage is also sleeping soundly.

She stood up gently, and her eyes could see into the darkness without lighting a lamp.

When she came to the heavy round table, she touched the edge of the smooth marble table with her slender fingers, but she suddenly turned the whole marble board over. There was a gap on the back of the stone board, which was filled with a thick notebook.

Mary Morstan turned the pages of the book, and saw that there were many names written on the pages. After the names, there were military ranks such as captain, lieutenant, and first class. It seemed that this was a list of military personnel.

Her Qianqianyu finger crossed the names drawn by black lines one after another, and finally stopped at a name with a red circle - Colonel Sholto.

Mary Morstan was silent. She closed her notebook and sat cross-legged on the floor rug.

Following the teachings of Ms. Surochana, she keeps her spine and head straight, her long flexible legs are bent and placed on the opposite thigh, her heels are close to her abdomen, and the soles of her feet are also facing the sky. Her shoulders and arms are naturally relaxed, and her elbows are slightly relaxed. Bend the palms on the knees, with the palms of both palms facing the sky, the thumb and index finger clasped together, and the other three fingers are naturally relaxed and stretched, condensing the seal of wisdom.

This posture is called Badema Asana, also translated as lotus seat, which is an ancient yoga method originated from the Great River Valley.

Mary Morstan slowed down her breathing and practiced meditation by sitting quietly. Her mind became quieter and went deep into the soul body, and she was able to see inside the three phases of the heart moth that hovered in it.

She chanted the ancient incantation of transformation taught by Ms. Surochana in her consciousness, and her white porcelain skin melted like hot wax, and gradually dripped from her body to the ground, turning into a puddle of milky white viscous liquid.

But the shape-changing technique is still working, and the pool of wax that melted on Mary's skin began to squirm and grow, undulating like waves, and gradually condensed into the shape of a beast with a hollow inside, with a slightly round head and slender limbs... that's how Cat-like shape.

When the outer frame was built, the fluid of the skin flowed to fill the gaps on the surface. The cat-shaped body that had only a layer of milky white skin began to grow black hair, blue vertical pupils and sharp claws that shone with cold light!
The glossy black cat stretched its waist, let out a lazy meow, and there was a sly agility in its blue eyes like the sea, and then it jumped onto the window sill deftly, and jumped into the thick black haze. night.

And Mary Morstan, who was pale and fleshy, drooped her head, as if she was asleep or dead.

　You once again invest enough money to add fuel to the lamp of the cultist, and his brilliance is even stronger than before, and the door in his pupils will continue to open. You push open the colorless door and step into the depths of his skull The room of the room... It's like panning for gold in the sand, picking up grains from the shell, and extracting blood from the water. You may find some interesting things in the garbage all over the floor.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)