Chapter 313 Esoteric Society

But in fact, the conversation between the dancer and the strange bird happened many days ago.

When they talked that night, a famous female detective was arranging an operation in a remote river bay.

No one knows what the dancer and the strange bird talked about, what kind of deal they made, or what kind of feelings they paid - the content of the conversation may only be known by the two parties and the mysterious and powerful club owner.

But if you ask the gorgeous female dancer Mary Morstan about this matter, even if she will not give a clear answer, she will definitely firmly deny the last possibility - she has never established an emotional connection with Mr. John!

Although Mary did not deny that she did have a little affection for Mr. John in her heart, this little affection actually came very abruptly and strangely.

It was as if the first night when they accidentally met each other's eyes on the stage and off the stage of the club, there was already a spark of strange passion bursting between the four eyes, and the inexplicable seeds of feelings took root quietly and silently.

This completely unexplained affection made Mary feel extremely alert. She knew the horror of the secret world. The human heart was the most hidden and difficult thing to interfere with under the body.

However, whether it was the spiritual influence of the evolution of secret magic power, or the power of the hour stolen through dreams/ceremony, it could penetrate into the hearts of humans silently and distort their true thoughts imperceptibly, making the prodigal son turn back, the conspirator regain innocence, the thief bow to dedication, and the selfish sacrifice themselves.

She had asked her mentor about this, but the mentor just sang the lyrics of an ancient Greek drama softly: "The power of fate is so terrible~ It can never be bought by money, overcome by force, blocked by city walls, or avoided by black ships breaking through the waves!"

Fate... At that time, the female dancer murmured this terrible term thoughtfully, and she thought to herself:

"Is the mentor hinting that I am destined to marry John Watson?"

"Just like the history determined by Si Chen, is my marriage with John also a fact that has been determined?!"

"I don't believe it! I don't want to! I absolutely don't agree!!!"

Mary Morstan never wants her fate to be determined by others, even if the judge is the supreme Si Chen! ! !

She has no time and no interest in participating in the love story between infatuated men and resentful women. She is very busy and her time is not abundant!

She needs to complete the dance practice of the new and old forms, needs to play the ancient dance through the dream forest, and needs to control the incarnation to go to the dangerous secret realm to complete the dance necessary for transformation.

Moreover, the instructor had just revealed to her a shocking news that was enough to shock the entire secret world - a certain immortal was about to meet his destined end, and there would be an extra wealthy seat in the sky! ! !

This made the female dancer more determined in her heart - I must work harder to dance, I must climb to a higher level, I must fulfill the instructor's expectations, and awaken the fifth, sixth, and seventh marks through dance!

I must complete the unfinished regrets of the instructor, and use the method of dance and the final form to cross the three-pointed gate with dignity! ! !

However, John Watson, who seemed to know that I was destined to be with him... I could make good use of him.

His consciousness was inhabited by the moth in his skull that contained unknown secrets. He must be hiding some extremely profound secrets, and his moth magic power seemed to have unprecedented magic.

It's rare to have a bodyguard who comes to my door on his own initiative. Perhaps he is the talent I need most. The secret place where you must go to perform dance to awaken the fifth mark is far more dangerous than the previous secret place where you performed dance!

I need a guardian to protect my mimicry incarnation to go to the tombs where the shadowless kings are buried... John Watson, this person is obviously an excellent cannon fodder and thug!

So even though John Watson was obviously just pretending to break up with Charlotte Holmes and lingered in the molting club every week as if he was drinking to drown his sorrows, Mary Morstan was happy to talk to him and answer his questions.

But in fact, that charming and charming posture is just her disguise. As a dancer who once worked hard alone in this cold city, Mary is used to the intrigues and sinisterness behind the actors, and she also knows the unbearable darkness behind the arts industry.

She is good at disguising, hiding, and using her appearance to deal with the wild and frenzied butterflies, but she can still maintain an elegant and pure posture that can only be admired from a distance and not played with, like a pure and flawless lotus growing in the mud.

She was once alone, she experienced suffering and cold eyes, and she had to learn how to protect herself.

Charm is her gorgeous makeup, and weakness is her protective color, just like the luxurious and gorgeous wings of a dancing butterfly.

Mary looked at the strange thin bird that gradually disappeared in the night, and her brows bloomed with irrepressible joy, and her blooming smile was as beautiful as a flower.

"John Watson, after this, the bond between you and me will become closer."

"In order to repay my favor, you will have to enter the tombs of the Shadowless Kings with me... This is a fate you cannot escape, but it is a fate I must abandon!!!"

………………

Emma opened her eyelids carefully, and through the slightly parted slits, she could see Nelobax, who was as muscular as a gorilla, sitting in the shadow corner opposite.

The other party seemed to have fallen into a real sleep at this moment, with a long and continuous breathing rhythm and a light and slow heartbeat frequency... Emma believed that if she could see the light in the skull, then the light in the skull of the big fool in front of her must have been silent and looming, and he had already fallen into a sweet dream.

Or he had simply dreamed of Mansu - this possibility was relatively low, and this big fool would definitely not be so careless and devote all his attention to Mansu in front of me.

He must have just dozed off in a light sleep posture, always on guard against whether I wanted to take the opportunity to take away the assets of the Crossroads and run away!

It has been a while since Emma and Nello left the Crossroads Hospital that day.

They followed John Watson's order and sneaked into the dark bottom of the deep pit of the ritual room. Although the underwater environment was as dark as ink, Nelobax was familiar with the rocks at the bottom of the well and actually found a mechanism that could be moved. He opened a very secret secret door, and with a slight trembling sound, a secret passage connected to the underground river was opened!

Emma didn't know until then that the seemingly isolated underground headquarters was not the only entrance and exit on the riverbed, and that the deep well that should have been filled with awakening water was mixed with so much mundane water. No wonder the promotion ceremony that John participated in just now failed and backfired so badly! ! !

The two hurriedly carried a large amount of stolen supplies through this secret passage, sneaked into the extremely cold underground river, and rode the turbulent underground river water to quickly move away from the Crossroads Cult that was about to fall completely.

Shortly after they left, the secret passage at the bottom of the well collapsed, and the broken stones removed the traces of their entry and exit. Then the moth blood that buried the secret slowly sank and seeped into the broken stones. Some unknown secret color was tinted on these broken stones that were obviously disintegrated by external forces. Layers of mosses as sticky as ink began to emerge from the stones of different sizes. The black moss from Mansu began to disguise an alternative bottom of the well.

The essential shape of things has not changed, but they have been given different five senses feedback information - in the visual perception of others, the bottom of the well is a circle of hard stone walls that are natural; in the tactile perception of others, the bottom of the well is a circle of stone walls that feel smooth and polished;

The anti-suppression bureau personnel who cleaned up and investigated after the war could not find any abnormalities at the bottom of the well. They just thought that this was a well without a source. The bottom of the well was smooth and flawless as if it had been carefully polished. There was no gap or protrusion at all. Even if consultants were invited to drive the glow lighting to gradually dim, they could not find any abnormalities - it seems that there is nothing suspicious here, so report it to Commander Miss Charlotte.

But if they wait patiently for a while, until the moth blood that buried the secret completely loses its activity and magic power, they will find that the once flawless bottom of the well hides a broken and collapsed escape secret passage! ! !

Emma and Nello also successfully escaped from the Crossroads Cult. The dark river water carried them to a pre-marked terrain - the river ahead was too narrow to accommodate normal-sized humans.

They were all secret disciples with extraordinary skills and abilities. They easily broke through the thin stone wall and entered the city sewer behind the stone wall. The underground sewage that flowed continuously swept away their traces, and the two disappeared in the shadow of rotten and disgusting stench.

But even so, in order to avoid the search of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, Emma and Nello did not dare to go out casually. They hid in a shabby basement of an abandoned house whose exact location they did not even know. They did not even dare to go out to buy food, but only relied on the abundant mental vitality in their bodies to maintain the operation of their bodies.

In the basement with collapsed underground doorways, there were only chirping rats and cockroaches to keep them company - because it was really boring and there was nothing to do, these irritable and noisy little animals had died in the torture of this girl who did not like to laugh.

"Ah, boring, boring, really boring!!!" Emma screamed in her heart.

Although she was bored to the point of going crazy, she still kept a trace of rationality, knowing that she was still being pursued by the Anti-Suppression Bureau. Even if she had hidden in the basement now, she couldn't let her guard down. The two of them stayed in this narrow and claustrophobic basement for several days without saying a word. At most, they tapped the soil with their fingertips and communicated with the common secret frequency of the cult.

'Hey, Bucks, how long are we going to stay here? ! '

'I don't know. '

'Bucks, aren't you bored here? '

'No. '

'Do you know what John's subsequent plan is? When will he come to rescue us? Is he planning to trick Charlotte Holmes's followers into infiltrating the Anti-Suppression Bureau? '

'I don't know. ’

‘Fuck John, this guy is really bold. A most dangerous Moth Mystic actually dared to lurk around the Suppression Bureau investigator. Could it be that he wants to use this as an undercover to enter the Suppression Bureau, just like he went undercover to the Crossroads? Damn, he really deserves to be called Mothman!!! ’

‘I don’t know. ’

‘Besides "I don't know", can you say something else? Didn't you graduate from elementary school? Is it true that you only learned one sentence "I don't know"? ! ’

‘Yeah. ’

‘Fuck! I fuck your whole family! I fuck your mother, I fuck your father, I fuck your grandfather, I fuck your ancestors!!! ’

‘Oh, I am an orphan. ’

‘……’

Over the past few days, Emma has been asking Nello questions from time to time - especially after the rats, ants, cockroaches that came and went were tortured to pieces by her, and the frequency of her communication intervals became shorter and shorter.

Unlike her stupid little sister, Clowett, Emma has a bad temper, and her tolerance for intolerable things is even ridiculously poor - and boredom and boredom are obviously the things she can't tolerate the most. thing.

Emma looked up at the dark basement ceiling, imagining whether passers-by happened to be passing by on the ground above, whether the Anti-Suppression Bureau had found their traces, whether the Anti-Suppression Bureau had begun to send ubiquitous investigators to start the search. Their hiding place - she hoped to use the fear of being captured by the prisoners of the Anti-Suppression Bureau to dispel the growing restlessness in her heart, so that she could continue to endure the darkness and comfort.

But the seeds of escape have taken root in her heart, and she can't help but want to pursue freedom. She can't help but think in her heart:

"Why should I obey John Watson's orders and have to stay in this boring basement waiting for his rescue?!"

"Obviously there is an endless vast world outside London, why can't I escape with my own share of rewards?!"

"Why can't I betray John Watson like I betrayed Winfrey?!!!"

"What kind of Mothman am I if I follow the rules and don't betray or rebel?!!!"

Emma's rebellious thoughts of running away with the treasure had already arisen in her heart - at first she was worried that the bone spurs left by John in her head could control her thoughts just like the seeds of loyalty planted by Winfres.

But when the rebellious thoughts arose from the bottom of her heart and quickly spread to fill every corner of her heart, she couldn't feel any resistance from the bone spurs in her head... Could it be that because the distance was too far, even the mysterious John couldn't Is there any way to control our minds?

Then I'm already free, so what the hell is the point of me being stuck here for so many days? !

‘Madenello, the imprisonment that John Watson left in our heads has lost its effect. Let’s quickly separate these things on our hands and run away! ’

Nellobacchus, who had been sitting as steady as a rock since entering the basement, moved his body for the first time, hid the treasure that he and Chief Watson had worked so hard to capture behind his back, and picked it up and held it. He picked up two sharp straight blades and replied decisively: 'No! ’

‘Fuck you! ’

Due to being suffocated in a dark and closed environment for a long time, Emma's spirit seems to have reached a certain limit.

Faced with Nello's sudden hostility, a raging unknown fire suddenly burst out in her heart. As soon as she put her finger under the trigger of the lion hunting flintlock gun, she directly cursed:

"Who the hell are you trying to scare?! I'm telling you clearly now, either hand over what is rightfully mine right now and let me go; or you and I will die here!!! "

Nello, who was as calm as a steel ingot, just tapped the blade lightly, "No, you can't take anything away, and you can't leave. This is Chief Watson's order!" ’

"Damn you stupid guy. You were loyal to Winfrey before, and now you are loyal to John Watson. You are such a loyal pug!!!" Emma yelled.

She had resolutely put her index finger on the trigger. The sharp ridges on the inside of the trigger were about to pierce her skin. She finally showed a long-lost smile, "In that case, then——"

Before she could finish her words, a strange and irresistible lethargy came to her mind, and a strange hoarse roar resounded in her skull. Even the moth in her skull flapped its wings desperately and could not get rid of this sudden influence... She had Fainted to the ground.

Emma opened her eyes drowsily, and suddenly realized that she was in a magnificent building. In front of her was a round table covered with white cloth. The table was filled with fine wine and food. The damn Nellobacchus was sitting on her On the opposite side, but he had already woken up first and was slowly cutting the steak on the dinner plate.

"What the hell is this place?" Emma asked dazedly.

At this moment, an extremely unfamiliar voice sounded from the head of the round table.

"Good evening! Mr. Nero, Ms. Emma."

"Let me introduce myself first. I am Sebastian Watson, son of John Watson."

"According to my father's order, I specially invited you two to come here for dinner, in order to discuss an important matter with you, which is -"

"The secret society we are going to create next."

Finally, it’s time to start a religion!

It took 850,000 words to finally reach the title of this book - I Founded the Esoteric Cult in London!

This five-month book title fraud may also be regarded as the Mothman's fraud. (scratching head sheepishly)