Chapter 16 It's Getting More Interesting

The molting club, this secret nightclub may be related to the mysterious world.

However, to Watson's surprise, the molting club, which should have been hiding in a remote river bend to avoid the investigation of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, was actually opened openly in the center of the downtown area.

It was a classical Gothic building with a thick white exterior, or it was integrated with other exotic decorative elements. The clever designer blended the opposing colors of luxury and decadence, gorgeousness and low-key in an incredible way, rendering the molting club with an intoxicating mysterious style.

The molting club does not set up a signboard, which is only needed for those who have no interest in it. It only needs to remain silent, and the mysterious reputation will naturally attract specific customers like the faint fragrance of cellared wine.

Watson stepped onto the white stone stairs and walked under the dome arch. The thick Roman stone columns on both sides were engraved with lifelike reliefs, which were men and women dancing for tribal sacrifices in ancient times.

However... the style of this relief is quite different from the Renaissance style of the current era. In Watson's opinion, it is more like the East Asian classical style that he is more familiar with.

I don't know whether it is a defect of the stone itself or the sculptor's intention, the column is stained with mottled stains, which really affects the visual experience.

But the indecent stains are like the finishing touch in Watson's eyes, adding details to the meaningless stone column relief and enriching the logic.

The real story of the relief should be like this-

The earth is dry and cracked, and the primitive tribesmen hold sacrifices and pray to the sky. It is a dance-like ceremony. As the sacrificial ceremony progresses, dark clouds gather in the sky and thunder falls, and sticky liquid gushes out of the cracks in the earth.

The tribesmen who completed the ritual also began to grow wings as thin as cicada wings...

An ignorant mortal might associate it with angels, but Watson had seen similar strange creatures before. He thought to himself: "After the ceremony, the wings were deformed like insects... It seems that I found the right place. This place does have some connection with the mysterious world."

Perhaps Watson came too early. At this moment, the club has not yet opened, and the ancient and heavy mahogany door is tightly closed.

He tried to knock on the door, and the empty sound of "dong dong dong" echoed several times, but no one opened the door.

"Hey man! You came too early. It's not time to open yet."

At this time, a gentleman wearing a monocle passing by reminded enthusiastically.

"Oh, thank you. May I ask when this club usually opens?"

The gentleman with the single lens smiled and said, "The molting club has never had a fixed opening time. It is only open on certain nights every week."

He adjusted his single lens and continued, "But you came at the right time. Tonight at 8 o'clock is exactly the opening time of this week. Remember to come early to line up."

"Thank you very much."

"It's just a small favor." The gentleman waved his hand to indicate that you are welcome, and walked slowly to the end of the street.

It seems that I have to wait until the evening... Watson returned to the carriage, "Victor, let's go back to the detective agency first."

"Okay, Mr. Watson."

Watson sat in the carriage and watched the molting club gradually go away. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that there seemed to be a tangled darkness hidden in the magnificent building, and the darkness was like a cocoon, as if it was nurturing something terrifying.

Watson was good at reconnaissance in the army, but he didn't realize that while he was looking at the molting club, there was also a beautiful figure looking at him from afar in the window on the top floor of the molting club.

She was a beautiful foreign woman, who seemed to have Indian ancestry. She had long, smooth, dark hair tied up, a bright red dot between her eyebrows, and her facial features were of a stunning golden ratio. Her deep eyes revealed a mature and charming charm, her eyes were as bright as endless thunder, and her plump red lips showed her exotic temptation.

The foreign woman looked at the noble emblem on the carriage, thinking.

Her red lips were slightly parted, her voice was slightly hoarse but revealed a laziness that tempted people to commit crimes:

"Agdistis, if you see anyone from the Holmes family tonight, please invite them in directly."

"Yes!"

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Watson returned to 221B Baker Street and told him everything he had seen and heard today, naturally hiding his illusions of fantasy.

He asked the other party if he wanted to go with him in the evening, and if not, he would reimburse her - after all, the magnificent decoration was not cheap at first glance.

The female detective muttered the new clues her assistant had obtained, "Strip club... Let's go together that night, just in time to relax."

"Yeah."

Watson picked up a file on the table and asked, "Have you found any results in the past few days?"

"Something."

Holmes pushed the notebook filled with dense information in front of Watson, "Although the follow-up information of the case at 3 Lauriston Garden Street has been blocked by the Anti-Suppression Bureau, I still found some cases that may be related to the mysterious world from the past difficult unsolved cases."

Watson looked at the notebook——

[In 1840, two physicists, Dafydd Jones and Meredith Bryan, dueled to prove that they had the only copy of a book that could not be named. The duel took place on the top of a mountain. The specific process is no longer traceable, but according to historical records, the mountain erupted with extremely dazzling flashes that day. The bodies of the two physicists could not be found at the scene afterwards. 】

[In 1868, Lake Gladwin dried up. It is said that the locals found hundreds of ancient mummies standing in the lake. In the center of the lake bottom was a pair of broken altars. Soon after, the lake water returned and submerged everything again. ]

[In 1875, the middle section of the Navan Silver Mine in County Down collapsed. The mine tunnel left over from the Roman era collapsed. After being rescued, the miners who were trapped for many days shouted "Lady!" "Monster!" "Wolf Queen!" and other meaningless words. ]

[In October 1879, the Thames River Daily published information about a suspicious case. The newspaper was blocked and collected at noon that day, but some newspapers were still left. The following is a clipping summary of the newspaper that day: Shock! The famous collector Strathcoine committed suicide in his own apartment! ]

[In April 1878, Kate and Hollo Ltd. had an unexplained explosion, and the lives of two owners were taken away. According to eyewitnesses at the scene: Mr. Kate's charred body on the stretcher was still moving. ]

[In March 1879, a series of collective self-mutilation incidents occurred in St. Agenie Hospital. The deceased preferred to open their chests and expose their internal organs. According to the hospital, the deceased involved a wide range of people and had no negotiation before death. The hospital has closed down. ]

[On January 2, 1880, a remote abandoned warehouse on the Riverside Street was blocked and controlled by the relevant departments. A large number of fully armed personnel surrounded the scene tightly. According to nearby residents, the Riverside Street burst into a dazzling brilliance like the sun that night, and the roar of unknown beasts was faintly heard. ]

[On February 29, 1880, an unknown dancer at the Jubilant Theater tore off his skin during the performance, exposing his muscle fibers to the light, while the dance performance continued. Afterwards, statistics showed that some audiences and backstage staff mysteriously disappeared. According to surviving witnesses, the theater lights were as pale as a silver moon, and the stage seemed to be distorted in some bizarre way. 】

【On May 18, 1880, Alden, the office manager of Glover & Sons, mysteriously disappeared. 】

Watson frowned, seeming to be quite worried, "This year, mysterious events have occurred so frequently?"

The female detective shook her head slightly, "That's not the case, but it's hard to collect information from earlier times, most of which have been blocked by the Suppression Bureau."

"But--" Holmes changed the subject and said with interest, "It is also possible that mysterious events are indeed increasing year by year."

"This world...is getting more and more dangerous."

Watson seemed to be worried, but he didn't say the truth in the second half of the sentence directly, "...is getting more and more interesting!"