I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 82 The plan starts
The owner of the club seemed to be a lady in her twenties, maybe 40s or 70s.

Her skin is fair and tight, like an innocent [-]-year-old girl, like flawless white jade, with active youth in her skin texture.

Although she is just strolling in Tingting, her waist and limbs are full of amorous feelings, her charm and grace seem to be blooming delicately and beautifully, with a little bit of dew on the gorgeous petals.

But those eyes that never seem to close hide the vicissitudes of the world, like an old man who sees through the world of mortals.

Ms. Su Luochana sat on the ancient wooden chair carved and painted like a phoenix inhabiting a phoenix tree, her plump red lips raised a faint and charming arc, but her beautiful eyes were shining with both blazing and cold light, as if it was the time of spring The snow melts, and the melting snow reflects the sun like a mirror.

"Long time no see, Mr. Watson."

The voice of the owner of the Shedding Club was quite gentle, but Watson couldn't restrain his trembling at the moment. It was the instinctive awe for higher-level creatures deep in his blood, which the ancestors in the past called the awe of God.

When he heard the words of this mysterious lady, there was not much surprise on his face, but his mind was rapidly recalling, when and where did he meet this lady who would never be forgotten?

The answer came to his mind almost instantly, and Watson already realized it in his heart - when he came to the Shedding Club for the first time, he was rejected, and when he left by car, he seemed to have turned his head and saw a group of people hiding in the club. The terrifying deep darkness, now that I think about it, that unknowable darkness is exactly the lady Su Luochana in front of me!
He lowered his head with respect and reverence, "Long time no see, Ms. Suluochana."

Ms. Surochana admired the wit of the little moth and looked at her lover with a chuckle.

"I heard from little Mary that there are unusual moths in your skull?"

Facing the mentor's gaze, Mary Morstan added: "Teacher, as I mentioned to you earlier, this Mr. Watson met me in the Mansu Woodlands and provided me with important clues to revenge. I took it upon myself to teach Mr. Watson the secret method of motivating the image of the principle to exert an 'influence'... However, no matter how we try, we still cannot induce the moth in Mr. Watson's skull."

"So, I would like to ask for your help"

Watson followed suit: "Yes."

"Would you mind letting me check?"

Ms. Surochana's statement seems to be doubtful, but it reveals an unquestionable affirmation.She stretched out her palm and rolled it down, and the meaning at the moment was very clear.

Watson came to the club owner, knelt on one knee but did not touch the ground, and slowly lowered his head.

He felt an extremely cold palm caressing the top of his head, the cold breath stimulated him to shiver physiologically, but in an instant the scorching hot heat came from his scalp, the burning pain made him tremble, and his nose seemed to be able to shudder. It smelled of burning, and it seemed that the sound of burning could be heard in the ears.

His eyelids drooped slightly, but he kept trying to observe Su Luochana's expression from the corner of his eye. He saw that the other person's eyes were still not closed, but his brows were frowning, and the blazing light in his pupils seemed to have dimmed a bit, like dark clouds. Floating to cover the scorching sun, it is like a dog barking and biting the sun plate.

And Watson has been paying attention to the situation in the soul body, but he has never felt any abnormality. The moth in the skull is still curled up, the blade face is always ready to move, and the withered cup face is completely silent. Lying in the corner.

But Ms. Su Luochana's lazy and magnetic voice suddenly sounded in my mind, "I see..."

"If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Watson's secret biography of the moth should not be obtained through witnessing books or secrets, but directly obtained from a certain gift in the woodland, right?"

Watson replied truthfully: "Yes, you are absolutely right."

The owner of the Shedding Club withdrew his palm, and said to the little moth with a smile on his face, "Your moth appearance has reached the perfection limit of the first stage, and it's time to advance to the next stage."

In the face of Ms. Surochana's obvious change of subject, Watson did not pursue it, but when others deliberately conceal the truth, it is useless to pursue it no matter what.

He turned to ask: "May I ask how can I obtain the secret of the secret transmission of the second-level moth? Where should I find it? Please give me some pointers."

"Well, according to the normal process, you should really look for the next thing that contains Si Chen's secret at this moment... The Oliverham Auction House is a good place to go. Little Mary will tell you the specific address later."

Su Luochana then changed the topic, "But right now there is a more suitable method for you——"

When the club owner said this, she suddenly stopped, and she gave the little mothman a meaningful look, "A way you should already know the direction."

Watson only felt that the other party's gaze suddenly became stronger, like the first cold dawn of winter, penetrating and golden.

From the peripheral vision of his vision, there seemed to be bits of metal ashes like snow drifting. The iron ash drifted to his eyeballs and exploded silently. The gray-white frost and snow melted into a dazzling golden red. It spread to his skull, flowed in the folds of the brain, and flowed into consciousness and thinking.

Watson's thoughts also traced back to the source along the molten gold river, and he seemed to travel upstream as if traveling through time, as if he could glimpse a serious and incomplete secret.

In the ancient wilderness, at the source of the original stream, there is a palace or crown that looks like coral. All the streams and oceans in the world start from here. This is the source of all water, the source of all streams, and the source of all seas. .

However, one day, the ancestors of the sacrifice took up the blood-stained cinnabar stone cup and poured the viscous, glue-like liquid in the cup into the source of the stream and sea. The color of joy was like thick ink, and the crimson red stained the palace of the crown. For the first time, ocean streams start to wind up and dry up, and the first blood seems to be revealed... But in the mountains far away lurks a huge moth. Tossing and twisting, the cinnabar stone cup couldn't help shaking violently... The secret came to an abrupt end.

The coldness of the molten gold restrained the restlessness of thinking, and the gold flow retreated to take back the secret, but the cocoon-like moth inside the skull trembled slightly, as if talking in a dream or nodding.

There is only a flash of recollection left in Watson's mind. He feels that he just glimpsed the secret of the cup and the moth, but he can't remember the details... This may be the kindness of the club owner. In this world, sometimes ignorance is happiness .

The method you already know... Watson chewed on the message from the club owner, looking inwardly at the cup in his skull, haggard with the moth's ravenous siphoning.

Watson had already realized that, he stood up with gratitude on his face, bowed sincerely and said: "I understand! Thank you for your help, I will remember this kindness in my heart, if you need anything I can use it place, please be sure to tell me so that I can repay your kindness.”

After hearing this, Ms. Su Luochana just smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I won't let you bear this favor in vain. When I need it in the future, I will definitely ask Little Mary to contact you."

Watson looked at Mary Morstan, who also had a smile in his eyes.

He nodded slightly and said, "Okay, then I will wait for news from Miss Mary."

Watson bowed and thanked him, then got up and left... The way to get promoted, the purpose of his trip has been achieved, and now it is time to return to the apartment he rented after leaving Sherlock Holmes.

His quarrel with the female detective is not only a trick against Winfrey Morgan, but also a plot against Charlotte Holmes.

At that time, Watson specifically asked the female detective to show decisiveness, expel him from the detective agency, and refrain from meeting and contacting him in any public places until the task was completed... This suggestion won Charlotte's heart, and she Comparing his heart to his heart, Winfreys must be a thoughtful person who hides so deeply. To deal with such a cautious suspect, he must be careful not to show any traces.

But Watson suggested this not only to prevent the Winfreys gang from discovering the clues, but also to prevent Charlotte from discovering the clues-discovering his connection with the hidden world.

After he left the detective office, it was like a fish returning to the sea, a dragon being born, a tiger entering the mountains.

He finally got away from the female detective's sight reasonably, and hid himself in the shadow of this cold city.

Finally you can start your real plan!A plan to delve into the hidden world!

　Scratching my head, the next chapter will be posted at noon
　　
　
(End of this chapter)