Chapter 30 The Shining Blade Cult

Alcohol is the best catalyst for friendship, not to mention the friendship of comrades who have been through life and death, not to mention that it is mixed with yearning, admiration and worship - Nello used to respect Watson as a god!

Now that the god has fallen to the earth, he did not gloat and stand idly by, but only wanted to do his best to help, even if it meant leaking the address of the headquarters of the cult without the consent of the leader.

Watson could also feel the simple kindness of this former subordinate, but he could not reveal his true situation. He could only raise his glass to express his inner apology, and everything was in the wine.

At noon, before the first batch of guests arrived, the two were already drunk, with blurred eyes, flushed faces and light steps.

A healthy person who was once disabled, a healthy person pretending to be disabled, hugged each other's shoulders, exhaled malt-flavored alcohol, left contact information and address, and shouted to meet again next time, and next time I must have a good drink with you, drink him all day and night, and drink him until he is drunk!

Watson repeatedly told the taxi driver to deliver his friend safely, and took out a pound with a face value far exceeding the fare and stuffed it into his hand.

Under the power of money, the taxi driver repeatedly agreed, patted his chest and promised loudly, don't worry! I will leave your friend to me, even if the car overturns, I will hold him tightly and won't hurt him at all!

Watson then watched the carriage leave with satisfaction, and when the rear of the carriage disappeared at the corner at the end of the street... his dazed eyes immediately regained clarity.

"St. Archie Hospital..."

He murmured, this abandoned hospital that had long been closed actually still had a mysterious doctor with unfathomable medical skills... He could solve the suspicious diseases that modern medicine was powerless to treat, but he was hiding in such a place that was obviously related to the secret world.

Watson found it hard to believe that the other party was just a simple mortal with superb medical skills.

"It seems that I will be busy recently..."

He shook his head and sighed, but the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up... Interesting, this life is really getting more and more interesting!

Watson wondered, is Holmes working hard to find clues to the mysterious incident recently, or is she working hard to investigate himself?

Suspicious about the female detective, he slowly walked back to 221B Baker Street.

Unexpectedly, the detective agency was deserted at the moment, not to mention customers asking for consultation, even Victor's carriage was gone.

"Is Holmes out investigating a case?"

Watson took out the key and opened the door, and saw that the furnishings in the house were still the same as before, but the furniture and floor were covered with a thin layer of dust, as if no one had entered or left during the time he was away.

This surprised him a little, why would Holmes not come to the detective agency for a long time? ! This is not like her character, did she encounter some new, interesting and difficult case?

………………

Charlotte Holmes was hiding in a room on the top floor of an old abandoned house. Her eyes passed through the glass of the telescope tube, bypassed the gray curtain rags used as cover, and fell on the shabby factory not far away that should also be abandoned.

Kate and Holo Co., Ltd. - this was the former owner of the dilapidated factory across the street.

Since the explosion that took the lives of two owners, it has been listed as an ominous place, despised and hated by the real estate industry, and has become a collapsed shell beside a stinking river.

But recently, a group of unknown people who came from nowhere have occupied this place.

They seem to be a secret group with financial support. They work together to move away the broken industrial machines that stand silently like corpses, transport a large number of steel bars as new skeletons, fill the shocking cracks and collapsed walls with bricks and cement, and repair the crumbling ruins.

Fill the big hole in the roof with thick canvas to shelter from the wind and rain, cover the broken windows with dark blinds, drive away the crows and mice that live in them, and let the workshop and factory building that are light-transmitting and air-leaking on all sides disappear into darkness again.

Charlotte saw the familiar figure in the lens tube again. The other party did not appear here often, but from every time he entered and exited, she could see that the other people showed him a respectful attitude. He should be the leader of this group.

And this time, the state of this person's appearance seemed a little anxious. Even though the other party wore a wide-brimmed high hat and his facial features were hidden in the shadow under the brim of the hat, Holmes could still feel the anxious mood from the other party's hurried pace that had lost his sense of measure.

Thinking of the slight muffled sound like an explosion that just came from the factory, the female detective deduced that there must be some unexpected situation that others could not solve, so that the leader had to come here in person.

She glanced at the watch on her left wrist. The hour hand had just passed Ⅻ, and the minute hand had just reached Ⅵ.

Charlotte wrote in her notebook:

"On Wednesday, at 12:31, target No. 1 appeared again. This was the first time the target appeared in the daytime. It was suspected that he came to deal with the sudden explosion."

She thought for a moment and continued to write on the paper:

"The target came in a hurry this time. Although he was wearing a thick windbreaker, I still found that the target was wearing a simple but comfortable shirt and suit inside, and a pair of hand-made Oxford leather shoes on his feet... It proves that the target is likely to have a decent job with a legitimate medium income, perhaps a middle or senior management position in a large company."

"Combined with the current time point, it is the lunch break time for some companies in London that abide by labor laws. The target can reach such a remote river bank within half an hour, which proves that the target's commuting distance should be within a radius of eight kilometers."

Charlotte stopped writing and turned to the previous page, which summarized the target information she had collected in recent days.

[Target No. 1 (suspected to be the leader of a secret society)]

[Gender: Male (doubtful, never saw his true appearance, only inferred by clothing style and skeleton outline)]

[Height: about five feet seven inches (170 cm)]

[Body shape: medium to thin, weighing about 140 pounds (65 kg)]

[Behavior pattern: often appears at night after ten o'clock in the afternoon, without taking transportation, or getting off the car in advance and walking just to hide his whereabouts. He will leave quickly when the sun rises. ]

[Behavior pattern 2: Has the habit of smoking, and once saw the other party appear outside the house late at night and smoke with others. 】

[Behavior Pattern 3: Empty]

The female detective copied the important clues she had just obtained on the previous page, and then she breathed a sigh of relief, bent her arms behind her head, tilted her neck back and stretched her body, and the bones in her shoulders and back made rusty sounds after not moving for a long time.

"Almost done, next we just need to mark out the companies within an eight-kilometer radius of the abandoned factory, collect the characteristic information of middle and senior management personnel, and compare them one by one, and we can get the specific identity of target number one."

"As long as the identity of the suspect is confirmed, it will be easy to collect evidence of evil."

"By then, this secret society calling itself the Flash Blade Cult will also collapse!"