I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

The first rays of dawn in the morning shone into Ward 103 where John Watson was.

Not long after, the same first rays of dawn also shone into Sherlock Holmes Detective Agency at 221B Baker Street.

After many months, the Sherlock Holmes Detective Agency, which was originally just a simple residential renovation, has now changed into a brand new look.

Charlotte Holmes also bought two nearby townhouses some time ago.

It is said that the neighbors who had lived in Baker Street for more than ten years were still reluctant to sell their properties, but when they saw the irresistible price given by Miss Charlotte, they immediately signed the contract and moved out overnight.

Then the three closely connected buildings collapsed one morning - Miss Charlotte had already ordered people to remind the surrounding residents in advance, and sent the young and handsome butler to send everyone an apology gift, so the neighbors on Baker Street had no complaints about it.

The building frames covered with black cloth appeared overnight like mushrooms after rain, and the humming sound of mechanical operation could be heard from time to time.

When the black gauze to prevent peeping fell, what appeared in front of the residents of Baker Street was a plain, even somewhat shabby square building.

The walls were painted in cold gray and black, like a gray factory building. Even the two thick door pillars were a kind of metallic iron gray. There were no exquisite relief decorations. Even the windows were very small and could not provide sufficient light for the room.

The brand new Sherlock Holmes Detective Agency was as ugly as a huge metal ingot with doors, windows and inner rooms dug out.

No one could associate this gray and ugly building with the beautiful and noble Miss Holmes.

On the day when the Sherlock Holmes Detective Agency reopened, the famous noble ladies, sitting in the gorgeous and comfortable carriages, looked at the building without aesthetic sense outside the window and showed disgusted expressions.

But the citizens of London have a different view on this - in their opinion, this clearly reflects Miss Charlotte's frugal and pragmatic character. Such a Miss Charlotte is closer to us lower-class people than those rotten nobles who spend their days in debauchery.

But if the real John Watson returns here, he will definitely be able to find out what kind of mystery is hidden in the ugly design of this new detective agency.

The outer wall without any decorations and window sills faintly reveals a kind of dirty oily sheen, as if it was poured with hot iron when it was built, making the outer wall smooth and hard. And because there are no protrusions to help, no one can climb up this ugly fortress-like building.

The narrow windows criticized by other noble daughters are even more exquisitely designed - any long-range sniper looking from any direction cannot see important rooms such as the living room, study, and bedroom through the narrow windows, and can only see empty aisles and corridors.

Even though these few narrow windows seem to barely accommodate a petite assassin, if you look closely, you will find that there is a thin iron bar in the middle of the window, which further reduces the already extremely limited window area. I am afraid that only a newborn baby can sneak in from here.

In the colorful world that mortal eyes cannot see, the square iron-black Sherlock Holmes Detective Agency is even more shrouded in a faint purifying glow. Any evil thing that enters the glow range without permission will be pierced by thousands of light blades and suffer the pain of thousands of arrows piercing the heart - a certain ugly, weird and thin bird has paid the price for this.

Charlotte Holmes woke up in such a fortress with mystical protection.

The daily work schedule has long been engraved in her mind. After the destruction of the Crossroads Hospital, she can finally calm down and track down another terrible tumor parasitic in London - T.R.N. Co., Ltd.

This secret company suspected of providing financial assistance to the Crossroads cult. Charlotte Holmes had tracked down one of the company's logistics warehouses last time, but before she could get a search warrant from the bureau, when she went there the next day, the unremarkable building had disappeared in a sudden blazing fire, and any suspicious traces were all buried in ashes.

"T.R.N. Co., Ltd.... Maybe even the bureau has spies planted by them, who had already absconded the night they learned that I applied for a search warrant. Afterwards, I could not find any trace of them, as if this mysterious company with a thousand connections to the secret world had never existed."

Charlotte sipped the warm coffee and looked up at the mosaic investigation wall in front of her. The background of the wall was a map of London. Bright red ropes connected the paper cuts together. They were articles cut out from newspapers.

[The disappeared frozen corpse of street vagrants! ]

[Why are the taxis on the street becoming increasingly scarce? 】

【Multiple murders at the Royal Free Hospital! The daughter of the late Crossroads Dean is missing! 】

【Another middle-aged man is missing in the red-light district! 】

【Many underground casinos in East London were violently robbed, suspected to be gang fights? ! 】

【The source of many terrible gun attacks - high-powered guns that are unknown in the black market? ! 】

And all these red ropes of paper cuttings point to a blood-red code at the top of the investigation wall - Professor.

Charlotte pondered: "After preliminary investigation by the Anti-Suppression Bureau, many recent cases involve both the coaxing and abduction of cup/moth cultists and the violent robberies of bladed/cast cultists. Why can the London cult, which has always kept its status quo, suddenly be unable to restrain itself from creating so many high-profile cases..."

"It is clear that a new, dangerous and uncontrolled cult has emerged in the city."

"Although no witnesses survived the crime scene, based on the traces of evil magic left at the scene, it is obvious that at least two members of this newly emerged cult organization have had their taboo sexual appearances exposed. The first one is the possessor of a cup/moth A young lady with a good temperament is responsible for haunting the red light district at night and abducting ignorant men. "

"The second one is a strong man with a blade/casting aspect, and possesses excellent military talents. According to the testimony of residents near the scene of multiple crimes, this cultist has a very superb firearms shooting ability. Often nearby residents can only hear a volley from the same short gun, and no gunshots are heard in the underground casino... It is obvious that this cultist also has excellent investigative abilities, and perhaps it is very obvious that he is using his mind. If the cultist has the ability to sense heart beats, then the forbidden aspect of this second cultist should be the Heart Blade."

"Ms. Cup Moth, man Heart Blade... Such characteristics are highly consistent with the former Crossroads cultists Clovette Ceretti and Nello Bacchus who disappeared some time ago!"

"In other words, this recent series of cases is very likely to be related to the mysterious 'professor'!"

"Professor... although your subordinates acted very carefully and did not even leave any traces such as footprints at the scene, you have missed something very important."

"Tracing 'cause' from 'effect' is the most basic method of retrospective reasoning. Even if I can't catch your flaw through the traces left at the scene, your purpose has been exposed when you issued such an order!"

"You ordered Clovette to abduct a total of six adult men. Although you specifically asked Clovette to abduct the target group as randomly as possible, the missing men include vicious gang members, repressed and pleasure-seeking working men, There are also homeless people who are addicted to alcohol... But obviously your real targets are only four of them, those four healthy men with good sleep habits. "

"You want to drain their life force to complete some evil ritual, right?"

"And you ordered Nero Bacchus to rob the underground casino, and even ordered him to forge extremely powerful firearms and sell them on the black market, just to accumulate bloody funds.

"But why do you cultists need cash from the waking world? Aren't you more accustomed to using the ancient currency of the hidden world for transactions?"

"So that means, Professor, what you are currently planning requires a large amount of cash... Do you want to purchase a certain property as a headquarters, or do you want to purchase an asset as a cover for cult activities, or do you want to sponsor something? A secret team of rebels to complete your ritual to please the hidden god?"

The female detective wrote down the instructions for the surveillance operation in her notebook, then tore it off and handed it to X211 who was waiting nearby. "I passed the order to the spare logistics staff and ordered them to carefully observe the details I marked and send a message back immediately if they find anything." "

"I understand, Miss Charlotte." X211, who has been promoted to the housekeeper of the detective agency, took the note, bowed slightly and exited the door.

Not long after, X211 returned again, holding a beautiful metal box in his arms, "Miss Charlotte, the prosthetic eye you made for Mr. Watson has been delivered as scheduled."

"According to your instructions, the cast material of the prosthetic eye is mixed with a trace amount of rare noon gold. If it comes into contact with a cultist with forbidden power, it will shine brightly. If it is directly put into the body of a cultist, it will even Directly erupting with violent energy like an explosive reaction!"

"But please forgive me, do you really want to give this prosthetic eye to Mr. Watson?"

"It is true that my subordinates had doubts about Mr. Watson at first. Why did the missing Clovette Ceretti and Nello Bacchus have a close relationship with Mr. Watson?

"Why was Mr. Watson, who was not very powerful in taboo sex, able to survive the terrible disaster underground at Crossroads Hospital? While other cultists who were far more powerful than Mr. Watson had all turned into withered corpses."

"Why did Mr. Watson have such amnesia that he only lost more than two years of memory, and even retained plenty of sanity?"

"But my subordinate later thought about these issues seriously and thought that these so-called doubts may just be caused by his jealousy and alertness."

"I feel very ashamed to say that I was actually very jealous of Mr. Watson, because he was your real assistant, Miss Charlotte..."

The subordinates were afraid that they were just a substitute when Mr. Watson was away. The subordinates were also afraid that when Mr. Watson returned, they would have to return to the logistics position of the Anti-Suppression Bureau. "

"But during this period of working with you, Miss Charlotte, my mind has also grown... I know that Miss Charlotte, what you are accomplishing is an unprecedented big thing, and you are willing to have the courage to fight against your own class for the benefit of the people. Great woman!”

"In the face of such a grand ideal, the power of individuals is meager and insufficient. We must unite all the forces that can be united in order to completely tear away the dark clouds hanging over London!!!"

The more X211 spoke, the more excited and enthusiastic he became. He was so excited that he wanted to wave his arms and shout, "We must—"

Charlotte directly interrupted the young and handsome subordinate's enthusiastic speech, "Okay, okay, I understand what you mean, but you'd better control your emotions first."

"We are on the front line of the fight against the hidden gods, and we must remain rational at all times."

"Did you come into contact with too many taboo objects while dealing with Crossroads Hospital during this period? Your mental state is obviously not right."

"Well, I'll allow you to take half a month's paid vacation. You can go home and have a good rest. Relax yourself, relax your mind, and recover."

"Please hand over the rest of your work to Rose first. She will be responsible for acting as my assistant during this period."

Rose, who had been waiting nearby for a long time, readily agreed and turned to look at x211, who looked gloomy. "Hehe, brother X211, please rest assured and have a good rest. I will definitely complete your unfinished tasks on your behalf."

"Ah, but, she is -" X211 shut up in time and did not say the following cultist words.

He looked back at the respected Miss Charlotte, as if he wanted to continue struggling.

However, when X211 discovered that Miss Charlotte's attention was all focused on that mosaic observation wall, her heart that tried to save her completely cooled down.

"I understand...I will go back and have a good rest."

After a while, the new assistant Rose walked in with a smile after receiving the work plan, "Sister Charlotte, the carriage is ready. Shall we leave for the nursing home now?"

"Well let's go."

…………

Before meeting John Watson, Charlotte Holmes first met with the other party's chief physician, George.

"Dr. George, how is Watson's condition recently? Has his condition improved?"

George took out the archive materials he had prepared and handed them to the female detective's new assistant, his former patient Rose, "John Watson's condition has probably improved slightly."

"He no longer exhibits irritable and aggressive tendencies and looks like a normal, normal person."

Charlotte: "Just looks like a normal person? Does that mean Watson has not completely returned to normal?"

George: "Yes, although John Watson's behavioral pattern is quite close to that of a mortal who has never been exposed to forbidden knowledge, in fact, in the ward alone, his false pretense will be completely torn off...his spirit The problem has become increasingly serious.”

"The specific situation is as shown in the document, please take a look."

Charlotte opened the first page of the document and saw a line of eye-catching characters.

[John Watson is suspected of suffering from schizophrenia and paranoia. 】