I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

"Trojan horse..."

Charlotte Holmes chewed on this sentence. The biggest difference between her and the Mr. Sherlock Holmes whom Watson knew was his wide range of knowledge. It can be said that he knew astronomy and geography. Naturally, he knew this story. Stories from the Horse Epic.

And as a great detective who has become famous in London recently, her thinking is also extremely quick, and she can immediately react to the meaning of Watson's words.

But she still had doubts, "But how can the Trojan be safely transported into the heavily guarded city of Troy?"

Watson said nothing, just placed his cane on the table, and slowly walked to the investigation wall with a confident smile. He could stand up straight without relying on support. It seemed that the chronic leg disease had been cured. Normal mobility restored.

But Charlotte observed carefully that Watson's left leg was still shaking, causing the loose trouser leg to also shake.

She knew that the other party had not fully recovered, but was just pretending to be normal, but judging from the current situation, the recuperative effect of the Royal Free Hospital was indeed not weak, and Watson's legs and feet seemed to be gradually improving.

Out of respect, she did not show any sign of seeing through the matter, but looked at Watson who walked to the investigation wall with a slightly confused expression.

Watson stretched out his right arm and tapped the portrait of the suspect with a red circle at the top of the blackboard, making a clanging sound on the blackboard.

"Miss Charlotte, have you investigated the relationship network of Mr. Winfrey Morgan?"

"certainly."

Charlotte nodded slightly, "The Anti-Suppression Bureau's database contains detailed information about this person's life. Winfrey Morgan was originally a squire in the suburbs of London, but his family had begun to decline in his father's generation. He was half He worked part-time to study for a doctorate in medicine from the University of London. However, before he could graduate, his parents suffered from a sudden serious illness and both passed away. He met his future wife at the university, and they fell in love not long after graduation. They got married, but unfortunately his wife died of hemorrhage during childbirth, leaving him with a daughter named Anna. Anna was frail and sick since childhood, and in recent years she has been paralyzed and unable to move. During this time, she has been lying in the Royal Free Hospital——"

The female detective suddenly realized when she said this, Royal Free Hospital... It seems that Watson has already met the Morgans and their daughters in the hospital, and it is very likely that they have established a good relationship with each other.

But in an instant she fell into deep thought again - how could it be such a coincidence? Whenever I start to investigate a secret evil cult, Watson will always get involved by chance, even if he was involved when the incident happened. I am still in the hospital, but after being discharged, I can always directly insert myself into the case and give extremely useful clues or directions... Is it really destined that I must join forces with Watson to successfully solve the case?

Watson knew that the female detective had guessed that he might be connected with the Morgans. He replied bluntly: "Miss Charlotte, you guessed it right. It's really a coincidence. I happened to be in contact with him in the hospital during this time." The Morgans and their daughters are quite familiar with each other, and Winfrey’s daughter Anna really likes to listen to the detective stories of Sherlock Holmes.”

Hearing her assistant mention the great detective Sherlock Holmes, Charlotte rolled her eyes at him and said angrily: "Watson, do you have the nerve to say that? I really didn't expect that you would adapt our experience of detecting the Flash Blade Order into a detective novel. If you publish it, aren't you afraid that the horrific truth about Si Chen will be revealed! This will inevitably cause unpredictable chaos among the people!"

"Miss Charlotte, you are wrong."

Faced with the female detective's seemingly accusatory question, Watson slowly shook his head. He answered in a firm tone, or should be said to ask rhetorically: "Not to mention that I have hidden in the article about the world under the surface. The content of the horrific truth is... Miss Charlotte, do you really think it is right to keep Si Chen's story sealed from the public?"

"Now is no longer the backward Middle Ages. The times are developing rapidly, and the speed of information dissemination is getting faster and faster. In the past, it took a postman to ride a horse and cross the mountains for several months to deliver the information. Now it only takes a few clicks of the button of the transmitter. It can be spread instantly.”

"The people are no longer as ignorant as before, their thinking is gradually becoming wiser, and more and more people are literate... The authorities cannot lock the people away in the so-called ignorant happiness forever, and the people will inevitably one day Get in touch with the truth about the world, get in touch with those terrifying and weird things!”

"Rather than confining the people in the garden of ignorance all the time, it is better to gradually reveal to them the dangers of the dark side of the world in a subtle way, so that they can be prepared in advance so that they will not be confused by the authorities when they suddenly encounter mysterious events. The information is blocked and I don’t know how to resist and avoid it!”

"Miss Charlotte, what do you think?"

When Charlotte heard these words, the look of contemplation on her eyebrows became more intense. In fact, she had also considered this issue. She also knew that deceiving the truth and ignorant of the people's wisdom was never a long-term solution, but in this era that seems advanced but is actually backward. ...This is already the most suitable plan.

Watson's thoughts are still too naive and idealistic... However, the female detective is still very happy to hear her assistant say these words, which proves that the other party is not as cold-blooded and ruthless as she originally thought. Killing machine, Watson still has longing and passion in his heart.

He is not like other indifferent detectives who come from the bottom. He has given up on the class people he once belonged to, and only thinks about how to please the nobles at the top... He still remembers his origins from the slums, and still cares about the working people.

But Charlotte did not continue to think further. It was good news to know that Watson had not been corrupted by the carnival, but the top priority still fell on the investigation of the case.

"Even if you, Watson, have already met Winfreth, how can you ensure that you will be able to integrate into them? They must know that you are my assistant, and it is very likely that they will also know that you are also involved in the Order of the Flashing Blade. In the midst of destruction, I will definitely be wary of you.”

Watson just smiled. He pointed to the portrait of the second most important suspect below Winfrey and said, "Because of this person, Nello Bacchus!"

"Miss Charlotte, you noted him as Winfrey's confidant, and perhaps the deputy leader of the secret order. But in fact, you also missed his other identity-the commander of the Fifth Fusiliers of the Berkshire Brigade. Private." Watson paused and then added: "He was my subordinate in the army."

The female detective's brows that had just relaxed slightly wrinkled again, and this all seemed more and more coincidental. Not only does Watson know the leader of this suspected secret cult, he is also the former boss of the other party's deputy leader... There are so many acquaintances in this secret gang, and Watson does have the opportunity to transform into a Trojan horse and sneak into the city.

But can he harden his heart and launch an offensive from within when necessary?

The female detective felt that with her current relationship with Watson, she no longer needed to hide this concern, so she directly raised the question.

After hearing this, Clinker Watson looked at Charlotte in confusion. He considered and said:

"Miss Charlotte...have you been so busy and tired recently that your mind is a little confused? You have to know - we are just detectives!"