I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Alcohol is the best catalyst for friendship, not to mention the comrades-in-arms who live through life and death, not to mention that it is also mixed with yearning, admiration and admiration - Nello used to respect Watson like a god!

Now that God has fallen into the world, he does not sit back and rejoice, but only wants to do his best to help, even if it means leaking the address of the sect's headquarters without the permission of the leader.

Watson could also feel the simple kindness of his former subordinate, but he could not reveal his true situation yet. He could only raise his glass high to express his inner apology, and everything was left unsaid in the wine.

At noon, before the first batch of guests arrived, the two of them were already drunk, their eyes were blurred, their faces were red, and their steps were frivolous.

An able-bodied person who was once disabled, and an able-bodied person pretending to be disabled, put their arms around each other's shoulders, exhaled the smell of malt-smelling alcohol, left their contact information and address, and shouted that we will meet again next time, and I will be nice to you next time. Let’s have a drink, drink him until he’s drunk, drink him until he’s drunk!

Watson urged the taxi driver to deliver his friend safely, and took out a pound with a face value that far exceeded the fare of the ride and stuffed it into his hand.

Under the power of money, the taxi driver said yes again and again, beating his chest and promising loudly, don't worry! Leave your friend to me. Even if the car rolls over, I will hold him tightly without hurting a hair on his head!

Watson then watched the carriage leave with satisfaction. When the rear of the carriage disappeared around the corner at the end of the street...his dazed eyes immediately regained their clarity.

"St. Achonius' Hospital..."

He murmured that there was actually a mysterious doctor with profound medical skills left in this abandoned hospital that had closed down long ago... He could solve mysterious diseases that modern medicine could not solve, but he was hiding in such a place that was obviously related to the hidden world. The place.

It was hard for Watson to believe that the other person was just a simple mortal with superb medical skills.

"It seems like I'm going to be very busy recently..."

He shook his head and sighed, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up... It's interesting, these days are really getting more and more interesting!

Watson wondered to himself, was Holmes working hard to track down clues to mysterious events recently, or was he working hard to investigate himself?

With suspicion about the female detective, he slowly returned to 221B Baker Street.

Unexpectedly, the detective office was deserted at the moment. Not to mention the customers who requested consultation, even Victor's carriage was missing.

"Holmes went out to investigate the case?"

Watson took out the key and opened the door, and saw that the furnishings in the house were still the same as before, except that the furniture and floor were covered with a thin layer of dust. It seemed that no one had entered or left during the time he had left.

This actually made him a little surprised. Holmes would not come to the detective agency for a long time? ! This doesn't seem like her character. Did she encounter some new, interesting and difficult case?

………………

Charlotte Holmes was currently hiding in a room on the top floor of an old abandoned house. Her gaze passed through the glass of the telescope tube, bypassed the dusty curtain rags used as cover, and landed on the nearby place. The room is supposed to be an abandoned and shabby factory.

Kate \u0026 Hero Co., Ltd. - This was the former owner of the dilapidated factory building across the street.

Since the explosion that claimed the lives of two owners, the place has been classified as an ominous place, disliked and loathed by the real estate industry, and reduced to a crumbling shell beside a putrid river.

But recently, a group of unknown people who came from nowhere have occupied this place.

They seemed to be a secret group with financial support. They worked together to remove the broken industrial machines that stood silently like corpses, brought in large quantities of steel bars to serve as new skeletons, and filled the shocking cracks and disintegrated walls with masonry and cement. Rebuilding the crumbling ruins back into solid shape.

The large hole in the roof was filled with thick canvas to protect it from wind and rain, and the broken windows were covered with dark blinds to drive away the crows and rats that lived in them, so that the workshop building with light and air leakage from all sides was once again hidden in darkness.

Charlotte once again saw the familiar figure in the lens tube. He did not appear here often, but every time he came in and out, he could see other people showing respectful respect to him. It should be this group of people. leader.

Moreover, this time the person appeared in a somewhat anxious state. Even though the other person was wearing a wide-brimmed tall hat and his facial features were hidden in the shadow under the hat brim, Holmes could still feel the burning emotion from the hurried pace of the other person who had lost all control.

Thinking back to the faint, dull sound like an explosion that just came from the factory, the female detective concluded that there must be some unexpected situation that was difficult for others to solve, so that the leader had to rush over in person. One trip.

She glanced at the watch on her left wrist. The hour hand had just passed XII, and the minute hand had just barely reached VI.

Charlotte wrote in her notebook:

"On Wednesday, at 12:31, Target No. 1 appeared again. This is the first time a target has been observed appearing during the day. It is suspected that it came to deal with the sudden explosion sound."

She thought for a moment and continued to write on the paper:

"The target came in a hurry this time. Although he was wearing a thick windbreaker, I still found that the target was wearing a shirt and suit with simple design but comfortable fabrics, and a pair of hand-made Oxford leather shoes at his feet... Demonstrate that the target is likely to have a legitimate, decent career with a moderate income, perhaps a mid- to upper-level management position in a large company.”

"Combined with the current time point, it is inferred that it is the lunch break of some companies in London that comply with labor laws. The target can arrive at such a remote river bank within half an hour, which proves that the target's commuting distance should be within an eight-kilometer radius."

Charlotte stopped writing and turned to the previous page, where she summarized the target information she had collected in recent days.

[Target No. 1 (suspected to be the leader of the secret society)]

[Gender: Male (doubtful, I have never seen the true appearance with my own eyes, I can only infer from the clothing style and skeleton outline)]

[Height: About five feet seven inches (170 cm)]

[Body shape: medium to thin, weight around 140 pounds (65 kg)]

[Behavior pattern: Most appear at night after 10 p.m., without transportation, or get off the car in advance and walk on foot just to hide their whereabouts. It will leave quickly when the sun rises. 】

[Behavior pattern 2: I have the habit of smoking. I once saw the other person smoking with other people outside the house late at night. 】

[Behavior Mode 3: Empty]

The female detective copied the important clues she had just obtained on the previous page. Then she breathed a long sigh of relief. She bent her arms behind her head and stretched her neck. The bones of her shoulders and back were rusty as they had not moved for a long time. sound.

"That's almost it. Next, we just need to identify the companies within an eight-kilometer radius of the abandoned factory, collect the characteristic information of the middle and senior managers, and compare them one by one, and then we can get the specific identity of Target No. 1."

"As long as the identity of the suspect is confirmed, it is easy to collect evidence of evil."

"By then, this secret society that calls itself the Order of the Flashing Blade will be destroyed!"