Chapter 81 Sulochana

Saturday night.

The dressed-up Hua Yue finally struggled out of the prison of the dirty dark clouds. She struggled to push away the thick black clouds that came one after another, and danced happily in the empty night sky, waving bright silver light.

The silvery moon shines on the supposedly remote St. Arthenius Hospital. This long-abandoned hospital relies on its free clinic sign and spreads rapidly among the poor through word of mouth. Its speed is almost as fast as Influenza virus.

The number of patients coming for consultation only increased every Saturday. Winfrey Morgan was so busy that he was sweating profusely. If it were not for the strong vitality of Xin Xiang to support him, he might have died suddenly on his desk.

At this moment, St. Arthenius Hospital has become more and more lively and large-scale. Some small newspapers are struggling to find articles. After learning about this incident, they immediately sent their cheap laborers who claimed to be the uncrowned kings to go here. This is a church hospital that has been abandoned for a long time for unknown reasons.

They identified themselves as so-called newspaper reporters and tried to bypass the orderly queue and directly meet with the free clinic doctor at the end. However, this condescending behavior that disrupted the order of the scene would only arouse the anger of the lower-level people who came to the scene to queue up according to the rules. They shouted complaints and shouted curses, which attracted the attention of patrol volunteers.

As a result, these self-righteous uncrowned kings were all expelled from the arena by the sturdy volunteers holding oil lamps... Winfreth Morgan did not know about these chores, and his followers would not bother the leader because of these mundane things. He is still here Busy going to the doctor.

As for John H. Watson, he is currently sitting in the mysterious Shedding Club, sitting opposite Stanford Leland Jr.

The timing of their arrival was not coincidental. The first dance performance had ended and the second performance was still being prepared. At this moment, the quiet hall only echoed the classical music of the accompaniment band. The tunes were melodious and fresh, and the listeners felt as if they were actually there. In the vast expanse of prairie, the breeze with the smell of grass caresses your face gently, and you can still hear the grunting of cattle in your ears, which makes people unconsciously let go of their guard and reveal their true temperament.

This seems to be the case for Watson. He is calm on the surface and seems to be chatting with Stanford Jr., but his too frequent toasting and drinking actions still reveal his true inner thoughts.

It should be noted that what they put on the table is not low-alcohol beer like a drink, but high-alcohol single malt whiskey!

Little Stanford looked at Watson who was swigging whiskey endlessly, not even adding ice cubes, just drinking it straight, as if he was drinking heavily to relieve his inner sorrow.

This was the first time that he saw a friend he admired and admired looking so depressed and lonely, but it made him feel some kind of reality... It turned out that Watson was not an iron warrior, and his heart was also made of flesh. Yes, you will also be sad because of setbacks.

He deliberately wanted to dissuade the other party from slowing down his drinking, but after this period of contact in the hospital, he already knew that Watson's temperament was extremely self-reliant. If he used untimely dissuasion, it would only cause the other party's inner desire to fight to become even higher.

And what is the best way for men to communicate with each other... It is alcohol, only alcohol! Drunkness can relieve all the sorrows in the world!

Little Stanford Leland raised his glass of wine and advised:

"Come on! Watson, let's have a drink and forget about Charlotte! She really has a blind eye and actually dismissed our heroic Berkshire just because she was disabled and unfit to continue tracking criminals. Traveling Goshawk, this is definitely the worst decision she has ever made in her life!”

Watson just raised his glass silently and then drank deeply. It seemed that he was still brooding about being dismissed in his heart.

During this time, young Stanford devoted himself to studying "Shock!" written by Watson. Another riot case comparable to the bombing of the Capitol was nipped in the bud! ”, thinking that he had scratched the surface of deductive reasoning. He was observing Watson’s expression carefully at this moment, thinking that his good friend still had not given up.

It seemed that just because of his inconvenient legs and feet, the position of assistant to the female detective was easily taken away by that young man whose ability and experience were far inferior to his... This incident was a huge blow to him.

Watson felt the burning sensation of agave flowing through his throat, and felt that his esophagus seemed to be licked by flames... But this body was born in the slums of the 19th century, and this body has not been ravaged by technology and harsh labor. On my tongue, I tasted the slight sweetness and fragrance like nectar from the highly alcoholic liquid that was as stimulating as flames.

The cup image draws the satisfaction of the desires of the mouth and tongue, and the secret scriptures of the cup in the soul are once again decrypted. The full secret scriptures flow with sweet juice, giving back the power and desire of the cup... But all of this has been blocked. The greedy skull moth swept away.

The joyful moth phase vibrates its scale wings, digesting the cup phase juice that has just been inhaled into the abdomen, and transforming it into the unique power of the moth's principle.

The mana leaked from the moth phase was like tiny bits of scaly powder, falling into the resting mortal body between the flutters of its wings. The gastrointestinal peristalsis was like an uproar, but it was not nausea and convulsions, but some kind of joyful excitement.

This is not the first time that the taboo power of the secret decryption of the cup has been intercepted by the moth in the skull. The moth is extremely domineering when facing the cup, and it seems that the host body is not allowed to be contaminated by the breath of the cup.

Whenever the cup phase tries to give back to enhance the sensitivity of the five senses and the power of gastrointestinal digestion, the moth phase will violently flap its wings inside Watson's skull, swallowing the power of the cup phase and transforming it into a secret power of transformation, making this earthly body Subtly transforming into something more ancient, the appearance of a creature that existed in the world long before the birth of human beings.

Watson only felt that his sense of smell had become sensitive again, and he seemed to be able to smell the specific ingredients of the wine in the middle glass.

He felt that even if there was a piece of fresh and hot meat from his compatriots on the table in front of him, he could easily swallow it into his belly and absorb and digest every nutrient in it without wasting it, and he did not need to worry about getting sick from it. A curse-like disease caused by the coronavirus.

He knew that he might still maintain a human skin, but the structure inside was gradually transforming in an inhuman direction.

But Watson's face remained calm. He just pretended to be lonely and drank up the strong wine in the glass frequently, as if he wanted to use alcohol to numb the sadness in his heart.

The young Stanford on the opposite side is still advising him in a vague way, but he is still unable to reveal the real situation to him - Miss Charlotte Holmes' dismissal of him was actually just a temporary measure to distinguish the boundaries in the eyes of outsiders. This prevents the Winfres gang from being put off by the appearance of his detective assistant.

In order to deceive Winfrey, Watson and Holmes must also deceive the people around them, whether it is the loyal old coachman Victor, their close friend Stanford, or the new anti-suppression agent named X211 The bureau support staff...all they knew was that a heated argument had broken out between Watson and Holmes.

From X211's point of view, this is just a difference between two people with different paths and incompatible intentions - Miss Charlotte Holmes, who vows to be sworn in with Sichen's followers, and Miss Charlotte Holmes, who places her hope of curing the chronic leg disease in invisible techniques. John H. Watson...the two have very different pursuits and directions. They will only drift apart, and may even evolve into enemies in the future. Of course, he didn't know that this was just a ploy between the female detective and his assistant, and he didn't even know that he had unknowingly discovered the real differences between the detective and his assistant.

From Old Victor's point of view, the young lady has always been unwilling to believe Mr. Watson... He has witnessed with his own eyes the young lady's growth from an innocent girl to the almost cold-blooded and suspicious person she is now. He didn't know if he should be happy about this? After all, the temperament and character of the young lady now are more and more similar to those of the old man when he was young. But he felt in his heart that he should feel sad about this. The young lady had obviously lived a carefree life, why was she now reduced to a situation where she was unwilling to trust anyone? Even Mr. Watson, who once risked his life to save his life, has been abandoned by the lady... I wonder when he will suffer such a fate?

But in the view of young Stanford, the main fault party in this dispute must be Charlotte Holmes! She sure is a fucking freak! He actually kicked Watson out of the house for the sake of a young and strong man who had saved his life! What an ungrateful fellow! ! !

When little Stanford Leland thought of this, he felt even more aggrieved for his good friend. He drank a glass of whiskey and was about to add more wine when he saw Watson already holding the bottle in his hand and drinking heavily. .

"Okay!" Little Stanford, who was drunk from alcohol, was already in a daze and lost his mind. He only felt that Watson's drinking posture was really enjoyable! How could I let Watson drink alone?

"Waiter! Bring me another whiskey! No ice bucket, just whiskey!!!"

After several exchanges of cups and cups, little Stanford was already drunk. He put his arm around Watson's shoulders and left the club. He staggered along the way, but he was still thinking about his friend's future in his heart. He couldn't speak clearly. He said: "Wo... Wosheng, don't worry, I will find another way out for you tomorrow!"

"I hiccup... I don't believe it. Is Charlotte Holmes the only detective in London? Are the other private detectives really so useless?!"

"I heard about a Wakefield police inspector who was once the most powerful detective in Scotland Yard. He has recently resigned and plans to become a private detective. I will contact him tomorrow!!!"

"I believe... with Watson's ability, he will definitely be able to carve out a world in London! But... then, we will let Charlotte take a good look at what kind of brave person she has missed. General!"

Watson's eyes were also blurry. He shook his head and shouted: "Okay! Okay... good brother! I will definitely not betray your trust!!!"

When little Stanford got on the Leland family's carriage, he turned around like a stumbling drunkard, walking around without knowing the direction with a cane, but he slowly walked to the back alley of the Shedding Club.

In this street soaked in gentle moonlight, a slim and graceful figure has been waiting for a long time.

She is a bit petite, but the loose dark woolen coat cannot conceal her graceful figure. The blond hair on her head that slopes like a waterfall under the little black hat with round brim seems to be as bright as the silver moon, and the white silk gloves set it off even more. She is dignified and elegant.

When she saw the drunk man who seemed to be confused and didn't know the road and wandered into this place, she burst out with a very friendly and gentle smile, with shallow dimples on her plump cheeks, and emerald-green eyes flashing in her clear eyes. Faint light.

She lowered her hands and folded them in front of her belly, as if she had been waiting here for a long time.

"Mr. Watson, good evening." Mary Morstan said with a slight bow.

Watson also immediately regained clarity in his eyes. The seemingly fierce whiskey attack just now was like water to him who was gradually transformed due to the moth. The alcohol had already evaporated in the pores on his body, so he now smelled of alcohol. the taste of.

"Good evening, Miss Mary." Watson said as he gradually approached, and he and Mary Morstan walked side by side through the back door of the Slaughter Club, which was supposed to be closed.

The backstage of the club was much noisier than the front hall, with dozens of dancers walking back and forth. The club manager was already waiting at the entrance. He welcomed: "Mr. John, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

He led Watson up the once guarded steps, all the way up to the top floor, and opened the heavy and simple door. Here was an exotic boudoir, full of Indian-style decorations, with stained glass windows hollowed out into a honeycomb pattern. The moonlight poured in from the outside, and the entire boudoir was enveloped in a blur of light.

Deep in the boudoir is a hanging bright red curtain, and a dark shadow that does not look like a human being stands in it, with a cigarette with a unique imported clove smell burning at his fingertips.

Watson's moth vision, which was running all the time, suddenly went out. The moth in his skull seemed to have witnessed something extremely terrifying. It converged its scales and curled up deep in the soul, making it impossible for him to use his strange vision to see the true face of the person behind the scenes. .

Club manager Agdistis said humbly: "Miss Sulochana, as per your instructions, I have brought John H. Watson."

"Um."

A slightly hoarse but magnetic voice came from behind the bright red curtain, and a Tianzhu woman with beautiful features walked out from behind the curtain, with a bright red auspicious color between her eyebrows.

But Watson always feels like there's something wrong with the other party? It wasn't until a minute later that he realized that the owner of the shedding club had unblinking eyes!

Mary Morstan bent her knees and said respectfully to the female owner of the stripping club:

"Tutor, this is Mr. Watson I mentioned to you."