Chapter 253 Detective's Ladder
The incomplete crescent moon slowly climbed to the dome of the night sky.
It was late at night, and the cold city seemed to have fallen into a dead sleep, but there were still many people busy in the quiet darkness.
Charlotte Holmes, a well-known female detective in the city, was also a special investigator of the secret organization Anti-Suppression Bureau. At this moment, she was submitting one application after another to her superiors and the authorities, trying to set up the secret operation tomorrow night before those wealthy and powerful gentlemen reacted.
During the time when Watson was undercover in the Crossroads Cult, Charlotte did not fall behind in her progress - the credits of various small supernatural cases piled up, making her reputation and status in the Anti-Suppression Bureau rise rapidly - the Great Art was one of the rewards the female detective received.
And being able to master the use of the Great Art in a short period of time proved the talent of the female detective from the side, and she was increasingly valued by the bureau.
So when the application orders for search, arrest and dispatch of the elimination force were sent to Old Jack's desk, he looked at the vigorous handwriting of his distant niece on the report, and stared at the familiar place name he had heard at the secret gathering within the family a few days ago. A playful smile appeared on his haggard and thin face, and his dry and white curly beard raised an intriguing arc.
He sat in the dark office inside the Anti-Suppression Bureau, but his eyes were clearly brighter than the gas street lamps on the street. The blazing white light seemed to be able to penetrate the thick paper specially made in the bureau, and see the trajectory of every stroke of the pen ink - it seems that my little niece has made up her mind to achieve this.
Old Jack's smile became more and more exaggerated, and his unbridled crazy laughter echoed in the claustrophobic quiet room.
"Hahahaha, this is really interesting. The little darling of the Holmes family is actually going to use her family's new industry to pave the way for her upward climb!!!"
"Hahaha, let me see if my terrible cousin will be angry with his precious daughter because of this——"
"The Holmes family, which has noble blood, actually has such a ridiculous "detective" who claims to be righteous! Such drama is comparable to the absurdity of the wedding partner my cousin chose back then!"
"Hahahaha——This time it's finally my turn to witness the birth of a farce with my own eyes!!!"
The strong light in Old Jack's eyes flashed crazily with the frequency of his laughter, and he stamped his unique and difficult-to-disguise signature at the end of Charlotte Holmes's application report. The ink that looked like charcoal writing was faintly flowing with a merciless glow.
The signed application report was quickly transmitted to the relevant logistics department through the secret transmission channel in the quiet office. Although the logistics director who received the order was surprised at the identity of the arrest target, the signature at the end of the report could never be disguised. He could only follow the order honestly and began to accurately mobilize the corresponding troops point by point.
As for tomorrow morning, will those leaders who also hold seats in the House of Lords see this application among the vast mountains of paper pages and angrily reject it?
That is not something he, a mere logistics director of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, should consider... Alas, a small person like me will not participate in these games between top dignitaries. I'd better fulfill my duties and obligations honestly. With a little more effort, I may be able to send my descendants away from this powerful and corrupt country, away from the vortex of power struggle, and be an ignorant but comfortable ordinary rich man, and no longer have to bear the secrets of hiding from the world.
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Even if the crescent moon is reluctant in her heart, she still has to abide by the rules set by the great gods and quietly give up the throne of the sky to the new dawn.
The blue-green dawn mixed with a hint of red can easily tear apart the cold night sky, but it cannot break through the obstruction of the haze and dark clouds. The slightly dim morning light gradually illuminates the entire dark city, and even the gray-white hospital on the remote river bay is awakened by this faint warm light.
The prostitutes who finished their hard work on the night shift agreed to come for a consultation. Their thick white makeup has been smudged by sweat and inferior beer, and the remaining base makeup on their faces looks like a deformed white spot disease.
They simply turned on the nearly frozen faucet in front of the Crossroads Hospital, and washed off the remaining makeup with ice-cold water, restoring their exhausted faces. The thick dark circles under their eyes looked like bruises from two heavy punches... Maybe they were really scars left by a violent prostitute or a horseman in a dark stall.
Even the dirty prostitutes hoped that they could temporarily keep a clean face when they entered the holy hospital ahead - even if they came here to let the doctor help clean their tools and apply maintenance ointment.
The Crossroads secret believers who had just finished their night shift had to drag their tired bodies to their respective posts after a short rest - it was said that Hodro lost his mind the night before because he could not bear the high-intensity work, and sank into the endless dance. He was taken into the prison room, his limbs were tied up, and a ball was stuffed into his mouth. In the quiet and dark secret room, he learned to cool down his restlessness.
But the believers of the Crossroads Cult never thought that Hodro lost control because the work was too heavy and he could only rely on vitality potions to forcibly boost his physical strength - they only thought that Hodro lost control because he failed to stick to his ideals, did not insist on following the teachings of the great leader, and did not do things in a down-to-earth manner according to the teachings of the cult... In short, Hodro deserved it!
The Crossroads Cultists comforted themselves with such thoughts. Even if they were so tired that they wanted to fall down and sleep forever, they could only grit their teeth and chant the lyrics praising Thunder's sacrifice in their hearts, or repeatedly recite Mr. Winfreys's teachings, in order to numb their hearts that were almost aware of something wrong, plug the tiny flaws in their beliefs again, and continue this endless work that they didn't know when it would end.
While the "fellow believers" worked hard to exchange for Winfreys Morgan's bright future, John Watson, who was given a special rest due to serious injuries, quietly left the dormitory building behind the hospital.
Watson seemed to want to leave quietly and avoid everyone's gaze, but his whereabouts could only be concealed from those church members who were immersed in frenetic labor, but he could not escape the gaze from the window of the dean's office on the top floor, nor could he avoid being followed by those unfamiliar new church members.
The follower followed the target who left for unknown reasons from a distance. He had also learned the words of walking and could naturally sense the specific location of the target through the heart rhythm, so there was no need to follow closely to prevent losing the target's whereabouts-no wonder the superior ordered us to come here to learn the secret transmission of the heart, the words of walking were really useful! And this method can also be used for medium and long-range encrypted communication. Timely communication is really too important on the ever-changing battlefield!
"But John Watson... I have also heard about the achievements of this 'Berkshire Brigade Goshawk'. He can achieve such an achievement as a mortal. This person should be absorbed into the society like us, but why did the headquarters let him retire obediently at that time? Is it because his Anglo-Saxon blood is not pure enough?"