I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 68
Today happened to be Saturday, which was the day of Dr. Winfreys' free free consultation. Charlotte Holmes planned to go to St. Athenes Hospital to investigate in person.

She had considered tonight's action early on, and changed into plain clothes with patches during the day, and her long platinum hair had been dyed temporarily black with viscous potions. She took off her windbreaker and left it in the carriage, Ugly makeup on the face is enough to impersonate a woman from a poor family.

When she was about to arrive at St. Athenes Hospital, she got up and knocked on the inner wall of the carriage to stop the driver X211.

The female detective threw out a bag containing old loose men's clothes she had prepared in advance.

"Put on this suit, I need you to pretend to be a sick poor citizen and join me in the investigation."

X211 instinctively took the bag, but after hearing what the other party said, he shook his head in panic and said, "Miss Holmes, my job is only to be a driver. It’s in line with the bureau’s procedures!”

"Let me ask you, is the task you received today to match all my schedule?"

X211 pondered: "You are right when you say that, but..."

Charlotte ordered forcefully: "It's nothing but, you don't need to be in charge of the investigation for this operation. You just need to cooperate with me to cover up my identity and infiltrate the investigation schedule. You still haven't exceeded the investigator's affairs."

X211 said angrily: "Alright, alright, since you have said so, Miss Holmes, then I can only do it."

The female detective nodded in satisfaction, "From now on, your name is Albert Root, and I am your older sister, Rikki Root, when you were working at the horse farm during the day, you felt severe heart palpitations and couldn't help feeling dizzy Dazzling, pale face, very difficult to walk, even after resting in bed for an afternoon, the symptoms still haven’t been relieved, and I, your sister Rui Ji, immediately brought you to find the rumored Excellent and free Dr. Winfreys."

She confirmed again: "Do you understand?"

"The racecourse—Fol, Miss Riggy, how do you know I live at the racecourse?"

"Don't worry about it, have you remembered all the information just said?"

X211 Or it should be said that Albert recalled for a moment, nodded seriously, and replied: "I have written it all down, Miss Rikki."

"But the truth is, I don't have the symptoms you mentioned. How can I act without showing any flaws?"

"First of all, younger brother will not use the word "Miss" when addressing elder sister. Second, you should hide the short gun under your ribs tighter. Now anyone who is not blind can tell that you have a hidden gun..."

Albert had already taken off the standard logistics uniform of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, and changed into old clothes that still smelled of sweat and horse manure, which made him feel inexplicably kind. He followed Rikki's order and got ready.

"Okay Rikki, what's next?"

"Next... it will be your hard work."

While the female detective was speaking, she took out a needle and quickly inserted it into the neck of Albert, who was not defending.

Albert could only feel his heart beating violently and rapidly, like the sound of a drum beating, reverberating in his body cavity... However, after the short burst of seconds, his heart seemed to be unable to sustain such intense pumping. And becoming exhausted, his heart rate began to drop to debilitating levels.

The blood that lost the follow-up power supply began to slow down the flow speed. Albert felt a little dizzy, and the night in front of him seemed to have golden stars popping up. He felt that his body seemed a little out of control. He staggered and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately an arm stretched out from the side propped him up so that he would not fall down.

"Riki... Is this also in your plan... I do feel the symptoms you mentioned... What a good idea!"

The female detective smiled slightly, and said apologetically, "Thank you Albert, let my sister take you to see a doctor."

Rikki, a girl from the racecourse, supported the shaky body of her younger brother Albert, and walked towards the brightly lit St. Artemis Hospital with difficulty.

Unlike Spencer Hobson's investigative report, less than three months later, the long-abandoned St. Artemis Hospital became more lively.

Even though it was [-]:[-] in the middle of the night, there was still an endless queue in front of the hospital. The female detective even saw some of the neighbors coming out of their homes, holding hands full of cooked potatoes and Basket of water jugs, with a certain pilgrimage-like eagerness on his face, heading for the Hospital of St. Artemis.

In addition to the long queue in front of the hospital, there are also several volunteers who look like dock workers. They carry bright oil lamps to patrol the front and back of the queue, not only to illuminate the muddy road in front of the hospital, but also to maintain order at the scene. So as not to cause confusion, the next step is to find out if there are seriously ill patients in the queue. Once a seriously injured queue is found, they will be taken to the hospital as a priority to ensure that Dr. Winfreys' free consultation time will be used on the masses in desperate need.

The female detective was a little surprised seeing this scene... It seems that Dr. Winfrey's free clinic activities have developed to a certain scale, just like a private clinic open for business.

Not long after she appeared in front of the hospital with her younger brother Albert in hand, volunteers patrolling back and forth immediately found the pair of siblings in serious condition, and hurriedly carried a stretcher to send the pale-faced man to the hospital.

The female detective was also able to follow quickly into the interior of the hospital, and she even spared no effort to look at the lineup and the group of dock workers who seemed to be volunteer workers.

The wounded and sick who lined up nodded to her very friendly, as if they didn't care about the siblings' jumping in line at all.

And that group of muscular volunteers cooperated in an orderly manner, and it was definitely not a temporary action. They must have received certain coordination and scheduling training behind them.

At the same time, the female detective was also observing the long-abandoned hospital. There were temporary oil lamps hanging in the cleaned corridors, but the other departments and rooms she saw along the way were still old and dilapidated, and the insides were full of thick dust. The whole hospital is still in a long-term neglected position, and it only becomes hot intermittently every Saturday.

She walked all the way to the clinic hall mentioned in the investigation report. It has been cleaned very cleanly now. There is not a single cobweb left in the corner. The broken windows have been reinstalled with inconspicuous shutters, even the blue-purple paint that was once peeled off. The walls were also repainted in a solemn colour.

This brand-new blue-purple hall is simply incompatible with this decadent hospital where mysterious incidents broke out, just like the free doctor Winfreys in front of him is also incompatible with the cold and dark city of London.

　Slightly parallel to Holmes, and tomorrow the perspective will continue to return to Watson

　　
　
(End of this chapter)