Chapter 82 Plan Start

The owner of the club looked like a lady in her twenties, thirties or forties, or sixties or seventies.

Her skin was fair and tight, like an innocent girl, like flawless white jade, with active youth in her skin.

Although she was just walking gracefully, her waist was full of charm, and her grace was like a hundred red flowers blooming beautifully, with drops of dew on the petals.

But those eyes that seemed to never close were filled with the vicissitudes of life, like an old man who had seen through the world.

Ms. Suluochana sat on an old wooden chair carved with a phoenix perched on a phoenix tree, her plump red lips raised a faint charming arc, but her beautiful eyes were flashing with both a fiery and cold light, like the melting snow in spring, reflecting the sunlight like a mirror.

"Long time no see, Mr. Watson."

The tone of the owner of the molting club was quite gentle, but Watson couldn't help trembling at this moment. It was the instinctive awe of higher-level creatures deep in his blood. The ancestors in the past called it the awe of God.

When he heard the words of this mysterious lady, his face did not show too much surprise, but his mind was recalling rapidly, when and where had he met this lady who must not be forgotten?

The answer came to his mind almost instantly, and Watson had already understood in his heart-when he first came to the molting club, he was turned away. When he took a car to leave, he seemed to have looked back and witnessed a terrifying deep darkness hidden in the club. Now thinking about it, that unknown darkness was the lady in front of him, Ms. Suluochana!

He lowered his head in respect and awe, "Long time no see, Ms. Suluochana."

Ms. Suluochana admired the wit of this little moth very much. She smiled and looked at her beloved disciple.

"I heard from little Mary that there are unusual moths living in your brain?"

Mary Morstan faced the mentor's gaze and added: "Mentor, as I mentioned to you before, this Mr. Watson and I met in the Mansu Woodland and provided me with important clues for revenge. I took the initiative to teach Mr. Watson the secret method of inducing the principle phase to exert "influence"... However, no matter how we tried, we could not induce the moth in Mr. Watson's brain."

"So, I want to ask you for help"

Watson followed and echoed: "Yes."

"Do you mind letting me check it?"

Ms. Suluo Chana's words seemed to be a question, but it revealed an unquestionable affirmation. She stretched out her palm and rolled it down, and the meaning at the moment was very clear.

Watson came to the club owner, knelt on one knee but did not touch the ground, and slowly lowered his head.

He felt an extremely cold hand touching his head, and the cold breath stimulated his physiological shiver, but in an instant, his scalp felt hot like burning charcoal, and the burning pain made him tremble. He seemed to smell the smell of burning in his nose and hear the sound of burning in his ears.

His eyelids drooped slightly, but he was trying to observe Suluo Chana's expression with his peripheral vision. He saw that his eyes were still open, but he frowned, and the blazing light in his pupils seemed to dim a little, as if dark clouds were floating over the scorching sun, or as if a heavenly dog ​​was barking and biting the sun disk.

Watson had been paying attention to the situation in his soul body, but he had not felt anything unusual. The moth in his skull was still curled up, the blade phase was always ready to move, and the withered cup phase was lying in the corner with nothing in his mind.

But suddenly, the lazy and magnetic voice of Ms. Suluoqiana sounded in his mind, "I see..."

"If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Watson's secret of the moth should not be obtained by seeing books or secret objects, but directly from a gift from someone in the woods, right?"

Watson answered truthfully: "Yes, you are absolutely right."

The owner of the molting club retracted his palm and said to the little moth who raised his head in doubt with a smile: "Your moth phase has been cultivated to the limit of perfection in the first stage, and it's time to advance to the next stage."

Faced with Ms. Suluoqiana's obvious change of subject, Watson did not ask further questions, but when others deliberately want to conceal the truth, asking further questions is useless.

He turned and asked, "Excuse me, how can I obtain the secret of the second-level moth? Where should I look for it? Please give me some advice."

"Well, according to the normal process, you should indeed look for the next thing containing the secret of Si Chen...Oliveram Auction House is a good place. Little Mary will tell you the specific address later."

Suluo Chana then changed the subject, "But there is a more suitable way for you now-"

The club owner paused here, and she looked at the little moth man in front of her meaningfully, "A way you should already know the direction."

Watson only felt that the other party's eyes suddenly became stronger, like the first cold dawn light in winter, bone-chilling and golden.

There seemed to be a little snow-like metal ash floating outside the peripheral vision, and the iron ash drifted to his eyeballs and silently exploded, the gray frost melted into dazzling golden red, and the molten gold-like liquid poured into Watson's pupils, directly spreading to his skull, flowing through the folds of the brain, and flowing into consciousness and thinking.

Watson's thoughts also traced back to the source of the molten gold river. He went upstream as if traveling through time, and seemed to be able to glimpse some severely incomplete secret.

In the ancient wilderness, at the source of the original stream, there was a palace or crown made of coral. All streams and oceans in the world started from here. This was the source of all waters, the source of all streams, and the source of all seas. .

However, one day, the ancestors holding sacrifices held up the blood-stained cinnabar stone cup and poured the thick glue-like liquid in the cup into the source of the stream and sea. The color of joy was like thick ink, and the red palace dyed the crown. The ocean streams began to roll up and dry up for the first time, and the first drop of blood seemed to be about to appear... But there was a huge moth lurking in the mountains in the distance. The moth knew that this was not the case. The moth flapped its wings and the moth turned, stealing cilia. Shaking and twisting, the cinnabar stone cup couldn't help but shake... The secret ended abruptly.

The coldness of the molten gold suppressed the restlessness of the mind, and the gold flow retreated and swept away the secrets. However, the restrained moth in the skull was trembling slightly, as if it was murmuring in a dream, and it seemed to be nodding.

There was only a moment of recollection left in Watson's mind. He felt that he had just glimpsed the secret of the cup and the moth, but he could not remember the details... This may be the kindness of the club owner. In this world, sometimes ignorance is happiness. .

The method you already know... Watson chewed on the information revealed by the club owner, and he looked inside his head at the cup that was withered and haggard due to the greedy sucking of moths.

Watson had already understood. He stood up with gratitude on his face, bowed sincerely and said, "I understand! Thank you for your help. I will keep this kindness in my heart. If you need anything, you can use me." Please tell me the place so that I can repay your kindness.”

After hearing this, Ms. Sulochana just smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you bear this favor in vain. When necessary in the future, I will definitely let little Mary contact you."

Watson looked at Mary Morstan, who also had a smile in her eyes.

He nodded slightly and said, "Okay, then I will wait for the news about Miss Mary."

After Watson finished speaking, he bowed and thanked him, then stood up and left... The way to get promoted, the purpose of his trip had been achieved, and now it was time to return to the apartment he rented after leaving the Sherlock Holmes Detective Agency.

His quarrel and breakup with the female detective was not only a covert plan against Winfrey Morgan, but also a covert plan against Charlotte Holmes.

At that time, Watson specifically asked the female detective to show decisiveness, expel him from the detective agency, and not to meet or contact him in any public place until the task was completed... This suggestion won Charlotte's heart, and she Thinking about it, Winfreth must be a thoughtful person if he hides it so deeply. When dealing with such a cautious suspect, he must be careful not to reveal any traces.

But Watson suggested this not only to prevent the Winfres gang from discovering clues, but also to prevent Charlotte from discovering clues-discovering his connection to the hidden world.

After he left the detective station, he was like a fish returning to the sea, a dragon being born, and a tiger entering the mountains.

He finally managed to escape the sight of the female detective and hide himself in the shadow of this cold city.

You can finally start your real plan! A plan to delve into the hidden world!

Scratching my head, the next chapter will be posted at noon