I Founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Chapter 103 Old Drunkard

T.R.N. Ltd.

Charlotte Holmes looked at the tattered sign in front of her. The iron plate was covered with mottled rust eroded by wind and rain. The originally colorful relief-like three-dimensional letters were now severely peeled off and completely corroded by rust. Looking from a distance, All I could see was a heavily rusted iron plate.

Since the last time the female detective received a reply from Watson, she has been secretly investigating the source of Winfreth's funds. She did not go directly to the St. Arthenius Church Hospital that was about to be renamed, but inquired from another direction—— Start with the merchants responsible for providing materials for the hospital's renovations.

Although most of the workers who renovated St. Arthenius Hospital are members of the Winfres team, as well as some lower-level workers who were really moved by the other party's selfless charity... But they still need professional facilities, sufficient materials and brand new furniture.

She disguised herself as a rough-looking detective, showed the fully compliant Scotland Yard police badge assigned by the Anti-Suppression Bureau, and asked the merchants in a rich voice... but found nothing. According to the merchants, they were not For direct contact with Winfres, the rewards were all collected from a strong man named Nello under the other party, and they were all low-denomination coins. They were spent just counting the numbers on site. They have quite a bit of time.

When the female detective asked them to show the coins paid by the hospital, she found that although these old pennies with the portraits of George III and IV on them looked quite old, they were cleaned very clean, with almost no trace of oil stains visible. and sweat stains.

The merchants all said that the coins were so clean when they arrived... This made her plan to track the identity of the sponsor through the coins failed, but it also proved that the sponsor behind the scenes was indeed consciously hiding their identity.

Is it a new businessman or an ancient aristocrat?

What was their reason for sponsoring Winfrey? Do you hope to gain transcendent power through this?

Although the female detective failed to obtain the information about the sponsor behind the scenes, she learned another piece of possibly useful information from a worker.

The foreman responsible for transporting goods for a medical equipment business said: "Mr. Detective, I know one thing that may be helpful to you... I once saw a team of porters uniformly dressed in gray. They just Silently carrying goods into the hospital, never talking to us, and every time we foremans lined up to go to Mr. Nello to collect payment, we never saw the team of porters... I suspect that they are either The money has already been received, or the money involved is too large and can be transferred directly through the bank.”

So the female detective followed the team of gray-clothed porters until they came to the two-story building in front of them, which looked like a private workshop.

Anyone who sees this shabby company would never think that it was the source of secret funds for Winfreth's acquisition of St. Arthenius Hospital... After all, just from the appearance, this small company can maintain It is already an extremely rare thing to operate without going bankrupt.

With this thought in mind, the female detective picked up the mixed ginger juice disguised as rum and took a swig. She let out a sour and smelly wine burp, which made the passersby around them look evil and fan themselves away from this dirty mess. old drunkard.

The old drunkard faced everyone's looks of disdain and disgust, but he didn't care at all. His red nose was shining with oil, and he cursed with slang from some remote country. Stumbling forward, his stooped, fat body shook off grass clippings and mortar with every step he took.

Gurgling, gurgling, grunting, grunting...

The old drunkard seemed to be scolding and laughing at the same time. He hadn't gone far yet, as if Lingding was drunk. He was so tired that he lay down on the ground at the corner of the street, leaning against the wall of an old shop with idle rental papers hanging on it. His head was hanging down as if he had fallen asleep, and from time to time he would utter unconscious murmurs and smack his lips, as if he had dreamed of something delicious... He even let out lewd laughter. It seemed that he had been immersed in the dream. Gentle countryside.

But in fact, the female detective did not really fall asleep. He lowered his head to hide his narrowed eyes. The corner of his eyes had been silently paying attention to the situation of the dilapidated small building diagonally opposite, that is, the mysterious T.R.N. Co., Ltd.

She lay there from day to night, drowsily waking up once in the middle of the night, drank a large gulp of strong wine (ginger juice), changed into a more comfortable position, and then continued to pass out again.

Until late at night, the old drunkard woke up again and drank all the wine in the bottle. He slapped the bottom of the bottle hard but couldn't squeeze out any liquid. He muttered slang that no one could understand but could clearly feel the dissatisfaction in it. .

The empty wine bottle was smashed to the ground with a clang, and the clear sound of glass breaking echoed in the quiet and dark street, waking up the homeless cats and scaring away the mice who were looking for food.

There was still no movement in the T.R.N. company opposite, and even the lights were not turned on... If the female detective hadn't witnessed it during the day, groups of porters carrying goods entered this narrow building. , some workers walked out quickly, but some workers never appeared at the door again... She almost really thought that this was just a small enterprise engaged in unpopular distribution business.

But she had inspected the area beforehand, and this small building only had the door in front of it for people to enter and exit, unless they dug a tunnel to lead elsewhere... No matter what the reason was, it proved that T.R.N. Company was definitely not a company. An ordinary company!

Even if it does not involve taboos and evil things, it must be hiding something that is not visible to the public... It can be used to relieve boredom.

The old drunkard yawned boredly, staggered towards the end of the street, and disappeared in the shadows that the street lamps could not illuminate.

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Charlotte Holmes retracted her thoughts and poured the clean ashes of the burned paper into the toilet and flushed it away.

She was still thinking about the content of the letter, thinking about those extremely suspicious plants, and T.R.N. Co., Ltd., which was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface... It seems that while Watson is seriously infiltrating the Winfreys gang, she can't relax on her side.

She thought of the plan proposed by Watson again, and a faint smile appeared on her cold face.

"Watson can actually think of such a seemingly ridiculous but clever plan. Watson's thinking is indeed more flexible than mine in some aspects."

"Is this the bitter plan from the ancient Eastern wisdom that Watson often mentioned... It seems that I also need to learn it."

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