I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Watson's consciousness returned to the living body in the waking world, and the secrets learned through unknown secret transmissions in the dream still remained in his mind.

But he could clearly feel that this unknown secret did not seem to adapt to the environment outside Mansu, like ice cubes that were melting rapidly when exposed to the scorching sun...

He immediately opened the drawer of the bedside table. This high-end VIP ward had already taken into account that patients may need to be busy managing company affairs during their hospitalization, and was equipped with pens and white paper.

Watson quickly wrote important information on a white paper before the secret was completely gone:

"Glover and Sons, Alden, Alexis Kennedy."

After he recorded these three pieces of information, the secret in his mind seemed to realize that it had completed its mission. It trembled and turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated, as if it had been taken back by some great being, leaving only a moment to convey the message. Memories of the past.

Watson forgot all about it, but vaguely remembered that he seemed to have brought back something... something in the forest?

He looked at the white paper that appeared in his hand in confusion. He saw three names written on it. The handwriting was very familiar. It seemed that he was related to the cases collected by Holmes before. The strokes were very familiar and seemed to be... own handwriting.

"Did I write this?"

"Why should I write down three names?"

"What do I intend to do by writing these three names?"

During this period, Watson had many contacts with the mysterious world, including the ghosts in the lamps on Garden Street, the deformed patrolman Lance, the bizarre Si Chenzhi, Elson who claimed to be the apprentice of the blade, and the chaotic secret of the moth. Legend, the strange dance in the Shedding Club, Harris with hyperplasia of limbs...

These experiences may seem bizarre, but in fact, after Watson experienced them personally, they felt like nothing... The so-called secret transmission that can cause people to go crazy is just a small change in temperament, and the so-called secret transmission that can cause people to become deformed is nothing more than small changes in temperament. Monsters that can be defeated with firearms.

On the surface, Watson still urged himself to stay vigilant, but in fact, his heart was filled with pride.

It is precisely because of this that we need to constantly remind ourselves to be cautious. It is a warning issued by rational and keen awareness of inner arrogance...

But at this moment, when he was faced with another memory that disappeared strangely, a pale feeling of powerlessness suddenly arose in his heart, and he felt faintly afraid.

"I originally thought that I had learned two secret transmissions one after another, which was already quite remarkable, but I never thought that there was nothing I could do..."

"The hidden world is far scarier than I imagined!!!"

"But! Because of this, I want to understand the mysterious world more deeply and work harder to improve the secret transmission!"

Watson said word by word from the bottom of his heart:

"You must...become stronger, strong enough to control your own destiny!"

He looked at the addresses on the paper and thought that although he could not remember the reason, these three names must be involved in the mysterious world... maybe it was a new opportunity.

However, he has not been able to get around to investigating recently - although he learned the secret of the cup from Harris, and the mysterious power of the cup rejuvenated him, it was only in terms of energy, not like a moth's. The gift healed all the injuries, and this time he really had to wait in the hospital for the injuries to heal on their own.

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Early in the morning, Charlotte Holmes took a carriage and came to the city, but she did not rush to Baker Street, but to the address Dr. Natalia told her last night - the headquarters of the Anti-Suppression Bureau.

As a special department that investigates dangerous and mysterious crimes, the headquarters of the Anti-Suppression Bureau is not located in an uninhabited area between mountains and dense forests, as written in horror novels.

Instead, it is located directly at the intersection of the inner city and the outer city in a convenient location, making it convenient not only to go out of the city to explore the wonders, but also to report to work in the city.

Charlotte looked up at the four-story building in front of her. It was as square as sliced ​​bread. The few windows were covered with airtight black curtains. Watchtowers were raised at the four corners of the building, and there were people standing guard inside. There are soldiers with live ammunition patrolling the rooftop, just like a military fortress built in London.

After getting off the carriage and standing in front of the security door of a bank vault, which was as solid as a bank vault, she could feel the passers-by who seemed to be passing by in a hurry cast their hidden glances at her. They seemed to be secret whistles.

Charlotte knocked hard on the steel door. After a dull echo, a narrow opening was opened on the edge of the door panel that could only show the eyes. A sharp gaze fell on the female detective like a searchlight.

"Reason for visit?"

Charlotte took out a letter with special heraldic symbols from her arms, "Confirming the collaborative relationship."

Those green eyes glanced back and forth carefully over the letter, then closed the small door without a word.

After a moment, there was a slight clicking sound of gears turning inside the door, and the two doors slowly opened outward.

Inside is a straight and spacious corridor with mirrored glass on both sides. The person who just opened the door for her has disappeared.

As soon as Charlotte walked into the building, the door behind her closed with a bang as if someone had controlled it.

She walked along the gray-white corridor, looking at the tall figure reflected in the mirror, guessing that it should be a single-sided mirror, and there might be security personnel watching her behind it.

At the end of the corridor is an arc-shaped work desk. Behind the white desk stands a blond lady with a slight smile.

Before Charlotte could speak, the lady at the front desk had already said:

"Miss Charlotte Holmes. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Charlotte nodded. Last night, Natalia said before she left that she would submit a cooperation application for her to the superiors for review. The result is expected to be available today. She also left her the entry and exit certificate of the Anti-Suppression Bureau so that she can come for an interview and review.

"Where should I go to cooperate with the review next time?"

The blonde lady took out a briefcase from under the table. "Your review has been preliminarily passed. Here are your entry materials and your first investigation task. You can go to the No. 3 Quiet Room over there to browse or check it after you leave."

The blonde lady pointed to a room with a row of blue doors next to it. The door panels were painted with corresponding numbers in white paint.

"Okay, thank you."

Charlotte picked up the briefcase and came to the No. 3 Quiet Room mentioned by the other party. The room was all white, with only a small light bulb hanging from the ceiling. There was a table and two chairs in the middle.

She opened the briefcase. Inside were a few pages of thin paper materials and an irregular stone strung with gold silk. It looked unremarkable, like a small stone that could be easily found on the street.

Charlotte put the stone under the light and observed it carefully. She suddenly found that there seemed to be a faint glow flowing inside the dark stone, which was like the brilliance of the sunset.

"What is this mysterious object?"

This question was soon answered. The name and purpose of this object were recorded in detail in the stack of papers in her hand.

[Stone of the Noon: A tool with mysterious power, with a faint glow inside. It is strung with gold and hung around the neck. It can resist the impact of secret knowledge/deformed creatures on the mind and retain reason. ]

"Is this the means by which the Anti-Suppression Bureau resists the mysterious and unknown Sichens?"

Charlotte hung the Stone of the Noon around her neck and actually felt a subtle feeling growing in her heart, making her more rational and calm.

"It's amazing..."

She continued to browse with a desire for knowledge that was growing like a bud.

[Anomaly Memorandum 188042-2 of the Suppression Bureau]

[Three new suspected abnormal events this week]

[Event 1: An unidentified body was found at 3 Lauriston Garden Street. A large number of forbidden knowledge books were found at the scene, including high-level books of ████, ████, and ████. A bright lamp was left near the body, and it is suspected that ██ committed the crime. ]

[Event 1-1: Patrolman Lance, who first discovered the body of Event 1 at Audley Apartments, suffered a moth-like deformation. The cause of the deformation was stealing the forbidden knowledge left at the scene of Event 1. He was shot dead by the civilian detective Charlotte Holmes and his assistant John H. Watson who came to investigate later. ]

[Event 2: Elkeson Cook, a slaughter worker at the Ashton Slaughterhouse in the east of the city, died suddenly in the staff dormitory. The death was tragic, and it was suspected that he had fought in his dream. ]

[Event 3: Harris, son of the Marquis of Bute, suffered from cup-like deformation. The cause of deformation is unknown. He was shot dead by John H. Watson, assistant of Charlotte Holmes, a civilian detective who accepted the investigation request of the Marquise of Bute. ]

[Please ask Special Investigator No. 0132 to investigate Event 188042-2 2 first! ]

The entire report was printed on a typewriter. Charlotte could not recognize the personality and characteristics of the writer from the handwriting, but there was a paragraph of beautiful cursive handwriting at the end of the report. The writing force was light and the pen tip was biased to the left... It should be from a left-handed lady.

[Note 1: The evil pagans who mastered taboo knowledge can enter a dark forest in their dreams. It belongs to the realm of Sichen, a world called Mansu. ]

[Note 2: Some evil pagans can commit crimes and murders through Mansu, lead the victims into Mansu or directly attack strangers in Mansu. ]

[Note 3: The damage caused in the dream will be simultaneously presented in the real body. Investigators, please trace the source according to the death of the body. ]

The following pages are all materials about Event 2, which are the confessions of the workers of Ashton slaughterhouse and the summary of the behavior patterns of the deceased before his death.

Charlotte Holmes opened the first page and saw it written:

[Name: Elkeson Cook]

[Gender: Male]

[Age: 31 years old]

[Height: 5 feet 6 inches (167 cm)]

[Weight after death: 208 pounds (94 kg)]

[Cause of death: A stick-like object was inserted from the left eye to damage the brain tissue. ]

[The following is the confession of the deceased's co-workers:]

[First witness Sean Bieber: This morning I saw Elkeson Cook was late... Alas, this name is really difficult to pronounce. Mr. Policeman, can I just say his abbreviation? We all usually call him Elson...]

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