I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 85 Cup→Moth

Back to the night three days ago, Watson and Little Stanford drank late into the night.

Little Stanford may feel guilty for concealing information about Winfreys, and insists on sending his friend back to the apartment downstairs.

So after leaving the shed club tonight, Watson didn't find time to meet Mary Morstan in the back alley of the club... Maybe it should be called a tryst? Or a date?

But Watson knows that he and Mary are not in a relationship. Although he has never tasted the sweetness of love in his own memory, he has been exposed to relevant training and knows how to capture male or female task targets in a short time love.

Even if he looked at the memory of the original Watson and analyzed the love experience of the old Watson frame by frame, he did not find a similar heartbeat in his heart.

His purpose in meeting Mary Morstan was actually quite pure.

One is to ease the restlessness in the heart, we are mothmen who embark on the so-called road of transformation for each other, when the two are alone, the moths in each other's skulls seem to echo each other, and when they wake up, the world flutters its wings... This seems to be possible Gaining a certain sense of tranquility and ease, the moth desires of both of them were relieved.

The second is to establish a good relationship with Mary and her mysterious mentor Sulochana Amorvashe...Watson once investigated the Shedding Club. This mysterious club that should be attacked by the Anti-Suppression Bureau is actually It has been opened in the fog for a long time.

By interviewing the elderly residents nearby, I learned that this magnificent club has actually existed as long as they can remember, but the owner of the club is an unknown figure who rarely shows his face in public. Few know the true identity of the club owner.

Regarding this long-established shedding club, and the identity of the mysterious Surochana Amovas...Watson suddenly thought of a bold inference. This seemingly illogical idea might have come from inside his brain. moth guide.

According to Watson, this Ms. Surochana Amorvasher... probably walked in the world as early as the establishment of the Shedding Club, and has maintained her youthful beauty and activities to this day.

As for why the other party still looks young after so many years... Watson speculates that this mysterious lady may be the immortal who was secretly revealed by little Victor!A powerful existence that has long since shed its mortal body!
Watson also asked Mary how she embarked on the secret journey and met Ms. Sulochana, the owner of the Shedding Club.

At that time, Mary tilted her head and looked at him with big watery eyes, "Hey, why did Mr. Watson suddenly think of asking this?"

"It's purely out of curiosity, if it's not convenient to disclose it, forget it."

"There is nothing inconvenient to disclose..."

"I once learned about Lei Ming's secrets through contact with my father's relics. At that time, I came to this city alone, trying to hide and investigate the clues of my father's disappearance. Relying on my dancing skills since I was a child, I found a dance performance at the Huantan Theater. Work……"

"After a performance, the instructor came to the backstage and offered me an olive branch. She thought that I had a unique talent, and I should go deep into the original way of dancing and move to an older rhythm."

"I agreed, because I could feel some kind of mysterious and radiant magic power contained in the mentor's pair of never-extinguishing eyes... It was a power that was very similar to the secret I saw from my father's relics... Through this, I Worshiped under the door of the mentor, and stepped into the path of transformation under her guidance."

"And how did you, Mr. Watson, get on this path?"

He didn't hide too much at the time. He described in detail how he was tempted by taboo books after killing the aberrant patrolman, and thus embarked on the path of moths. He just concealed the deeds of moths in the woods...Since Su Luochan The lady did not directly explain the matter, so it can be seen that some kind of secret may be involved in it, so he naturally did not disclose it.

Watson withdrew his thoughts, turned the lock and entered the apartment.

With the wanton eating and drinking during this period, the desire for tongue and tongue bred by the cup has been greatly satisfied, and the cup composed of full fruit scriptures inside the soul body is almost reaching perfection... Only the last cup is left The secret scriptures have not been deciphered yet.

Watson vaguely felt that the secret of the cup was conveyed to a perfect finishing touch, and perhaps it could not be solved simply by high-quality whiskey and luxurious French cuisine.

He needs to savor some deeper cuisine that will touch his heart... but what should it be?Do you need to taste a roast as fat as Harris again? !
He took off his alcohol-smelling clothes and threw them on the ground. The body that has been transformed by the secret transmission of moths seems to have a magic that is incomparable to mortal flesh.

He poured a glass of water to clean his mouth, lay on his back on the bed, his consciousness was immersed in sleep, his mind was empty and his instincts were left alone... A certain deliciousness that only existed in the past memories came to his heart, and the taste mixed with the good memories of the past made him feel The soul, body, and cup can't help being moved.

Watson already knew where he had to go to fill the last vacancy in The Last Cup.

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The next day, Watson took a cab to the Chinese settlement in Limehouse.

This is the port area located in the east of Wudu. It is poor and dirty, surrounded by docks and shipbuilding factories, and ships of all sizes are docked on the shore.

However, most of the Chinese living in Britain in this era gathered here. They are still a very small minority in Wudu. Perhaps the total permanent population of the entire city is only a few hundred.

Most of them were sailors and seamen who came with the ship, and some simply settled here, opening laundry shops and restaurants to serve the Chinese sailors who came with the British ship.

At this moment, Limehouse, the earliest Chinatown, has not yet taken shape, and the streets still look like British buildings, but the Chinese characters that can be seen everywhere, as well as the yellow-skinned faces that cast curious glances at Watson, make him feel like he is in the world. The sense of sight of seeing an old friend in a foreign land.

He walked towards a middle-aged man sitting on a box by the side of the road, and asked in Mandarin, "Is there a Chinese restaurant near here?"

"Sorry, I can't speak English!" Facing this tall, burly white man dressed in upper-class clothes, the middle-aged man first smiled politely, then turned his head and shouted into the room:
"Hey Ah Qi, there's a ghost here, I can't understand what you're talking about, you came out and talked to him."

Sure enough, he is from Cantonese... Watson thought about it and immediately switched languages:

"Uncle, don't ask me, I just want to ask you, is there a place to eat nearby? I've been around for a while, and I've been struggling to find Cantonese dishes to eat recently. Uncle, do you have any recommended restaurants?" (Uncle, you don't need to call, I want to ask you if there is any place to eat nearby, I just came back from your place not long ago, and recently I am hungry to find some restaurants I eat government dishes, do you have any restaurant recommendations?)

"Wow! Why do you speak the vernacular so correctly!" The middle-aged man cried out in surprise when he heard this Cantonese, which was more authentic than him.

"Looking for food...there is a teahouse in front, and Ame's hand gestures are the most authentic around here." The middle-aged man pointed to the river bank, where several ships were docking to unload goods.

"Okay, don't expose yourself to the sun."

Watson thanked him and turned to the pier.

When he came to a small two-story building surrounded by chicken pens by the river bank, he immediately smelled a strong smell of chicken droppings.

But the chickens in the pen seem to be very vigorous, clucking and fluttering their wings and wanting to fly out of the pen. They are definitely not the broiler chickens of later generations who walk no more than 50 meters in their lifetime from the birth of broken eggs to the table.

He walked into a small restaurant with a signboard with the word "tea house". The dish that he has been thinking about is hidden in the card.

Before Watson could wait for the waiter to call out SirCanIHelpYou, he called out familiarly: "Guys, the whole white-cut chicken, steamed fish, and stir-fried seasonal vegetables, serve quickly."

Although the waiter was surprised why the ghost's vernacular was so authentic, when he saw the coin that the other party took out, he replied honestly: "Okay, sir, wait a moment."

It was not yet lunch time, the restaurant was very deserted, and the dishes were prepared very quickly. Not long after, a yellow-faced woman in her twenties came out of the back kitchen with a tray and dishes.

Watson's sense of smell sensed the already unfamiliar smell of ginger and scallions, and his vision saw the golden-colored white and tender chicken, and the broken bone section with blood marrow still visible on the side of the meat slice... All kinds of familiar sensory information flooded into the brain, Even this body, which has never eaten Chinese food, is also affected by the spirit, and the tongue unconsciously produces fluid.

The female chef wearing an apron put down the dishes and said, "Sir, please take it easy."

"Thank you!"

Watson almost couldn't restrain the strong light in his eyes. He picked up a piece of tender chicken dipped in ginger, scallion and soy sauce and put it in his mouth, but he couldn't help frowning slightly.

He once tasted the craftsmanship of a chef at the state banquet level, and the taste still lingers in his memory, and now his sense of taste has been strengthened by secret transmission, but as soon as he put the poached chicken in his mouth, he immediately felt the detailed information fed back by his taste buds.

Hmm... The meat quality of the chicken is not delicious enough, the heat is a little bit off, and the soy sauce is also very weak and not mellow enough, almost equivalent to soy sauce blended with technology in the future.

But, but!It is this flawed taste that is more inclined to mother's cooking skills!
The desperate and crazy child imprisoned in the depths of his mind suddenly burst into tears, tears fell and wet his blood-stained clothes, the blood spots that had dried up for many years seemed to start to fade, and the violent bloodthirsty desire to kill seemed to start to fade...

However, the child's dirty chest suddenly swelled up, and a big hand full of scars burst out, grabbed his throat and said with a grinning smile:
"Take back the tears, I... haven't killed enough yet!!!"

Tears were sobbed back again, the desire to kill returned, and the scriptures of the cup were filled with the last piece of the puzzle by the child's pain and joy.

The secret biography of the first-order cup has been fully deciphered!
The sweet liquid overflowed from the red cup, vowing to dye this mortal body with a cinnabar-like color... But the hungry moth in the skull had waited for a long time, and the moth let out a cheering cry and swooped to catch it. Living in the shape of the cup fleeing around, the sharp mouthparts pierced into the cup, greedily absorbing the secrets and power in it.

The cup phase shriveled and shriveled like slag, and the bright blood-like liquid filled the moth's abdomen, and the intracranial moth once again broke through the limit of its size.

A whisper suddenly sounded in Watson's head. It was definitely not a sound that human organs could make. It was an ancient language that was born long before the emergence of human civilization, but he was able to understand its meaning inexplicably.

"It is said that the cup was born from the first sacrifice, but the moth knows that is not the case."

　The next chapter will be later tomorrow, think about how to write the second-order secret biography exclusive to Moth

　　
　
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