I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 89 J.W. and J.K.
The meeting Watson mentioned certainly did not mean meeting the female detective on a rooftop with a wide view.

Now that he has pretended to break with Charlotte, it is naturally impossible to meet outside again. The meeting he said... actually refers to a meeting in thought.

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The next day, in an apartment building somewhere in the city.

This apartment building is exquisitely decorated, the butler service is eager, and the price is not too expensive... It can definitely be called a high-quality apartment in the city. The most commendable thing is the security of the apartment. They have a professional security team. Patrolling inside and outside the building day and night is enough to give apartment tenants a sense of security.

But for the young lady of the Duke of Holmes' family, this place seemed too ordinary and ordinary, to the point of condescension.

It’s just because of the poor location of the apartment, surrounded by large civilian residential apartments—this is why this apartment vigorously promotes its own security team. The dirty factory workers who come in front of the apartment are extremely dangerous, at least In the eyes of those upper class people it is so.And it doesn't at all highlight the huge natural divide between those of us on top and those below us... so business isn't doing well.

But Charlotte still chose to rent a spacious room on the sixth floor of the apartment, because standing on the balcony facing the city overlooking, not only can she see the majestic and realistic huge smoke column, but also the lower floors below. Civilian apartment.

She doesn't live here, but in order to cover up her regular whereabouts, she will come here to rest for a while from time to time. There is no special rule, sometimes in the morning, early morning, or afternoon... The rent price of this room is enough for everyone The apartment that some Londoners shy away from seems to be just a place for the noble lady to stay in her spare time, perhaps as a spare party place.

But Charlotte Holmes is not an ordinary aristocratic woman who likes afternoon tea parties. The real reason she rents this place is to check whether there is a message from Watson every Sunday morning. In the distance from the balcony, there is the ordinary apartment building where Watson is currently renting.

It has been a month since the two broke up.

Although the female detective has not received a reply from Watson during this time, she is not too anxious.

In the boring moments when there is no case to investigate, her heart will be bored and depressed like a violent honey badger, but once the target of the case investigation is determined, she can also wait patiently like a hunting red fox.

She has been chasing some ordinary homicide cases recently, but this is just a means of pretending to be distracted. In fact, she has been thinking about St. Artemis Mission Hospital and Winfreys, and has been waiting for Watson to report the situation.

Finally, on the morning of the fifth Sunday after the breakup.

The female detective pushed open the door of the penthouse apartment as agreed, and at a glance, she saw that inside the balcony door she deliberately opened, between the curtains that were blowing wildly in the high wind, and on the specially thickened carpet, there was a twined Paper crossbow bolts.

She immediately closed the doors and windows, lit the oil lamp, opened the package in the dark room, and took out the letter bound on the arrow body.

The text in the letter was written by a typewriter, and the identity of the letterer could not be identified through the handwriting, and the content of the writing was also rough, like a lame translation of extremely unpopular vulgar pornographic literature by a guy with a low level of translation.

From the perspective of others, they may think that this is just a presumptuous letter from Miss Holmes' suitors.

But from the female detective's point of view, this is exactly the ciphertext format agreed with Watson.

Her wisdom and brain power are far beyond ordinary people. Even to analyze such a complicated ciphertext, she does not need to take out the corresponding translation at all. She only needs to call up the relevant content in the memory, place it on the other side of the field of vision, and compare it simultaneously. Letters can be read.

【Miss Charlotte:】

[According to the plan we agreed on earlier, I have been trying my best to visit all the famous doctors in the city during this time. Every time I leave the doctor's office and return to the apartment, I will openly reveal my inner disappointment.This gray color of disappointment keeps accumulating on my face, and it has accumulated to the point of almost despair. 】

[I started glaring at every neighbor I passed by, swearing at yet another incompetent doctor. 】

[I believe this will certainly create a deep impression on the minds of apartment dwellers and London physicians of an anxious patient who is struggling to find a cure. 】

[I started to ask people around me about the wizards and shamans in the city. Even though they have suffered from my indifference and anger, they still have sincere goodwill, and they will persuade me to believe in science and not superstitious magic... But what makes me feel strange is that, They would recommend St. Artemis Hospital to me, whether it was Little Stanford, or Mr. Accenture who lived alone across from me, or Aunt Mona downstairs...even if it was a taxi driver on the road, they would recommend me to St. The Arthenian mission hospital took its chances. 】

[Although the story of Winfrey's free clinic has never been published in the major newspapers in the city, it seems that it has been widely circulated in Wudu through other channels... I don't know if this is a normal phenomenon, or if someone is secretly talking about it. Secret propaganda of this matter? 】

[Perhaps Miss Charlotte, you can investigate along this direction, and you may be able to gain something. 】

[After this period of foreshadowing, I felt that I had completely played the image of a gambler who went to the doctor in a hurry, so I went to St. Athenes Hospital for consultation. 】

[Miss Charlotte, if you continue to follow the arrangement we agreed on, temporarily put aside your attention to Winfreys, and pretend to be distracted by other worldly cases...then I have to report to you about Saint Agath The latest changes in the hospital. 】

[When I went to St. Athenes Hospital last night, I found that compared to what you said before, this abandoned hospital where mysterious incidents broke out is now full of people and well-organized. 】

[I left a record of the faces I came and went. I officially started queuing up until I finished meeting with Winfreys and left. An hour, 10 minutes passed in total, and a steady stream of new visitors reached 150 people above! 】

[Although there are currently four outpatient positions in the hospital operating at the same time, under such a crowded flow of people, it is still able to maintain the stability of the scene... All this is due to the seventeen voluntary helpers staff member. 】

[I noticed a certain familiar style of action from the methodical movements of some of the volunteers. It should be a new set of military training methods, known for its simplicity and efficiency... Ashamed to say, this was actually invented by me and used in the army Implemented training methods. 】

[The only ones who know the details of this military training method are my former subordinates. Most of the soldiers who trained for me have already died in battle, and a small number of them are still in the army and have not retired... and Private First Class Nello Bacchus , is currently the most likely person to play the role of their instructor. 】

[This is in line with part of your previous judgment—these volunteers are not unconnected, and they must have lived together and undergone strict military training. 】

[As a builder, I clearly understand that my training methods have been so harsh that ordinary people can't bear it. This is by no means the ability that volunteer workers need to master.Even if they are not a secret sect of Sichen believers, they must have other hidden goals. 】

【And when I formally met with Winfreys... I discovered something even more suspicious! 】

[What is suspicious is not Winfreys’ medical skills. When he examined me, he used methods that seemed to be in line with science. Even the final diagnosis was only a suspected tibial nerve, and even whether it can be cured is just talking possible. 】

[What really makes me suspicious is that during the process of seeing me, he suddenly stood up and gave a simple speech, to the effect that he has received a large amount of financial assistance from someone, and he is about to acquire the next St. The hospital, which officially opens next Friday, will continue to run free clinics (I strongly recommend Miss Charlotte to track down the source of this unknown funding). 】

[At that time, Winfrey’s speech was in my follow-up thinking, but the words were plain and the content was few, but I don’t know why all the interviewers on the scene seemed to have a shot of adrenaline, and they all cheered and almost danced , Even I was not consciously infected by the warm atmosphere at that time, and I couldn't help clapping until my palms became red and swollen. 】

[Thinking back now, I feel more and more that there seems to be some kind of inspiring and magical power hidden in Winfrey's words... I don't know if this belongs to the mysterious power of forbidden knowledge in your opinion, Miss Charlotte? 】

【If it is, then it proves that your conjecture, Miss Charlotte, is completely correct. Winfreys and the others do possess the terrifying power bestowed by the evil Si Chen! 】

[This extremely provocative power... In my opinion, it is a more dangerous ability than William McConaughey and the others! 】

[Winfreys and I agreed that after the official opening of St. Athenes, I will have a follow-up consultation for me, and will also try to treat my leg pain at that time. 】

[But I have visited many famous doctors, and I know that my hope of recovery is very slim. Even if Winfreys can heal my leg injury, most of them will use the evil and dangerous Sichen power. 】

[But Miss Charlotte, please rest assured!I will never let down my vigilance because of this. I have made up my mind to sneak into them, like soldiers hiding in a wooden horse launching a surprise attack from Troy. 】

[However, if my will is not strong enough to resist the influence of forbidden knowledge and my mind will be corrupted...]

【Miss Charlotte, please... don't hesitate to act when the time comes, and give me a good time! 】

[Sincerely, J·W]

Charlotte Holmes gazed at the contents of the letter, scanning it back and forth three times to make sure it was fully absorbed by heart.

She just lit a match, burned the contents of the letter, and poured all the ashes in the basin into the toilet to flush it out.

The female detective looked at the ashes drifting away with the flowing water, her pupils were as gray and cold as the fog and frost, flashing indistinguishable colors.

"Watson, don't worry, I will."

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Watson saw the drawn curtain above from a distance, and saw the cheap flowers and plants placed in a special order, and knew that the information had been passed to the female detective.

And judging from the order in which the green, green, yellow, yellow, and red flower pots are placed, the female detective will also investigate the doubts about the spread of unknown information and unknown sources of funds raised by him.

"Presumably these two new pieces of information are enough to distract Charlotte for the time being... I can also go to the meeting with peace of mind."

Watson drew the curtains, opened the door and went downstairs.

As soon as she stepped down the creaking old wooden stairs, the harsh sound immediately attracted Aunt Mona who was wandering around the apartment building all day long.

Mona helped her thick presbyopic glasses, and she saw that the person coming downstairs in a handsome suit was Mr. Watson, who was suffering from a difficult illness recently, and she couldn't help exclaiming: "Why is Mr. Watson dressed so handsomely today?" , are you going on a date?"

Watson turned his head back with a smile as bright as the sun, "Ms. Mona, you guessed right, I'm going to the restaurant for dinner."

Mona was also a little surprised to see this neighbor who had been gloomy lately suddenly showing a bright and sloppy smile, but she quickly remembered that the other party didn't come back to the apartment until late at night last night, and yesterday happened to be Saturday ... She has already guessed the reason why the other party is so happy.

She immediately showed an expression of "you should have listened to me a long time ago", but she still asked tentatively: "Mr. Watson looks very happy, did you find a cure for your leg disease yesterday?"

"Hahaha, your guess is really accurate. You really are the know-it-all in our apartment. Sure enough, nothing can escape your sharp eyes."

After hearing this flattery, Aunt Mona felt even more complacent, "Of course, it's not me bragging with you. Nothing big or small in this building can escape my eyes."

"It's like the affair of Mr. Yaksa who lived on the second floor before. It's a secret that even his wife who gets along with him day and night can't find out. If my keen eyes see that his cheeks haven't been wiped clean His sensitive nose sniffed the smell of rouge perfume left in his suit...The poor little Lena has to be kept in the dark! And the one who lived in your room before..."

Seeing that the neighbor's aunt was about to start chattering again, Watson quickly took out his pocket watch from his jacket, pretended to look at the time, and then shouted anxiously: "Oh! It's almost too late."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Mona, I have to go out to make an appointment, and I will continue to chat with you when I come back at night, bye."

As he said so, he quickly stopped a taxi and hurried away.

Watson sat in the carriage, looking at the dark and heavy sky as before, and the sun was still drooping and sluggish like a kidney sac suffering from plum blossoms.

He couldn't help feeling in his heart: "It's really a good weather for killing people."

The rented carriage did not transport the disabled neighbor, who had not smiled for a long time, to a restaurant with a romantic atmosphere, where she had a meal with a lady who might be beautiful or gentle, as Aunt Mona expected.

Instead, it stops near St Pancras station.

After paying the fare, Watson didn't go into the station, but hid in a nearby alley to disguise himself a bit, and then took another rental carriage to the real destination.

It was a slum area with intricate streets. After he got off the car, he continued to walk hundreds of meters to another street.

He came to the entrance of a dilapidated small restaurant. There was an unremarkable four-seater carriage parked in front of the restaurant. The body looked so dark that it seemed to be stained with thick soot.

But Watson can tell from the obviously deep wheel marks on the ground that this carriage weighs much more than other carriages... Is the body filled with gold and iron?

He didn't just go forward to tap it with his knuckles, judging the specific material through the echo.

Instead, he turned around and walked into the restaurant. It was not meal time, and there was only one lonely customer in the restaurant. He sat in the corner and read the newspaper quietly.

Watson knew that this was the target of his trip, so he came to the seat in front of the other and sat down.

"Mr. Jannings, I would like to join your dueling club."

Yannings put down the newspaper, and behind the round-framed glasses were satisfied smiles.

"Welcome to join, Mr. J.C."

　J.K. was the pseudonym Watson and Jannings had given in the woodland at the time: John Cavill.

　　But in fact, Cavill is Cavill—the author thought of pinyin k at the time, which was a bit embarrassing, and the title of the VIP chapter cannot be modified...

　　
　
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