Chapter 89 JW and JK

Chapter 89 J.W and J.K

The meeting Watson mentioned certainly did not mean meeting the female detective on a rooftop with a wide view.

Since he had already pretended to break up with Charlotte, it was naturally impossible for them to meet in the outside world. The meeting he mentioned... was actually a meeting in thought.

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The next day, an apartment building somewhere in the city.

This apartment building is beautifully decorated, the housekeeper service is enthusiastic, and the price is not expensive... It can definitely be called a high-quality apartment in the city. The most commendable thing is the security of the apartment. They have organized a professional security team to patrol inside and outside the building day and night, which is enough to bring a full sense of security to the tenants of the apartment.

But for the daughter of the Duke of Holmes, this place seems too ordinary and ordinary, even condescending.

It's just that the location of this apartment is not good, and there are large areas of civilian residential apartments around it-this is why this apartment vigorously promotes its own security team. Those dirty factory workers come and go in front of the apartment door, which is extremely dangerous, at least in the eyes of those upper-class people. And it can't highlight the natural huge gap between the upper and lower classes... so business is not booming.

But Charlotte still chose to rent a spacious room on the top six floors of this apartment, just because standing on the balcony facing the city, she can not only see the huge smoke column that is solemn and real, but also the low-rise civilian apartments below.

She doesn't live here, but in order to cover her fixed whereabouts, she will come here to rest for a while from time to time. There is no special rule. Sometimes it is in the morning, sometimes in the early morning, and sometimes in the afternoon... This apartment, whose rent is enough to make most Londoners retreat, seems to be just a place for this noble lady to stay when she is bored in her spare time, or perhaps a spare party venue.

But Charlotte Holmes is not an ordinary noble woman who likes afternoon tea parties. The real reason she rented this place is to be able to check whether there is a message from Watson here every Sunday morning-looking from the balcony, in the distance, is the ordinary apartment building where Watson currently rents.

A month has passed since the two broke up.

Although the female detective had not received a reply from Watson during this period, she was not too anxious.

In the boring moments when there were no cases to investigate, her heart would be bored and depressed like an irritable honey badger, but once she determined the target of the case investigation, she could also wait patiently like a hunting red fox.

She has been chasing some ordinary homicide cases recently, but this is just a means of pretending to be distracted. She has actually been thinking about St. Archbishop's Hospital and Winfreys, and has been waiting for Watson to report the situation.

Finally, on the morning of the fifth Sunday after the breakup.

The female detective pushed open the door of the top floor apartment as agreed, and saw at a glance that in the balcony door she had deliberately opened, between the curtains fluttering in the wind, and on the specially thickened carpet, there was a crossbow arrow wrapped with paper.

She immediately closed the doors and windows, lit the oil lamp, opened the package in the dark room, and took out the letter tied to the arrow.

The letter was written on a typewriter, and the identity of the sender could not be identified by the handwriting. The content was also crude, like a poor translation of extremely unpopular and vulgar erotic literature by a guy with low translation skills.

If it were someone else, they might think that this was just a presumptuous letter from Miss Holmes's suitors.

But in the eyes of the female detective, this was exactly the cipher format agreed upon by herself and Watson.

Her wisdom and brainpower far exceeded that of ordinary people. Even to analyze such a complex cipher, she did not need to take out the corresponding translation. She only needed to retrieve the relevant content from her memory, place it on the other side of her field of vision, and read it synchronously with the letter.

[Miss Charlotte:]

[According to the plan we agreed on earlier, I have been trying to visit all the famous doctors in the city during this period. Every time I left the clinic and returned to the apartment, I would show my disappointment without concealing it. This gray color of disappointment kept accumulating on my face, and it had accumulated to a state of near despair. 】

【I began to glare at every neighbor I passed by, and spoke rudely and badly to another incompetent doctor. 】

【I believe this will surely leave a deep impression on the residents of the apartment and the doctors in London, who are anxious patients who are desperately looking for an antidote. 】

【I began to ask people around me about the witches and shamans in the city. Even though they had suffered my indifference and anger, they still retained their sincere kindness and advised me to believe in science and not to believe in evil magic... But what surprised me was that they all recommended St. Agenius Hospital to me, whether it was little Stanford, Mr. Accenture who lived alone next door to me, or Aunt Mona downstairs... Even the taxi drivers on the road, they would recommend me to try my luck at St. Agenius Hospital in the end. 】

【Although the story of Winfrey's free clinic has never been published in major newspapers in the city, it seems that it has been widely circulated in the foggy city through other channels... I don't know if this is a normal phenomenon, and whether someone is secretly promoting this matter? 】

【Perhaps Miss Charlotte, you can investigate in this direction and perhaps you will gain something. 】

【After this period of preparation, I feel that I have completely played the role of a desperate gambler, so I went to St. Agenni's Hospital for consultation. 】

[Miss Charlotte, if you still follow the arrangement we agreed on before, temporarily put aside your concern for Winfreys, and pretend to be distracted by other worldly cases... then I must report to you the latest changes in St. Agenni Hospital. ]

[When I went to St. Agenni Hospital last night, I found that compared to what you said before, this abandoned hospital where a mysterious incident broke out is now bustling and well organized. ]

[I left a record of the faces coming and going. From the time I officially lined up until Winfreys left, a total of one hour and twenty minutes passed, and the number of new patients who came in continuously reached more than 150! ]

[Although there are now four consultation positions in the hospital operating at the same time, under such a crowded flow of people, it can still maintain the stability of the on-site order... All this is thanks to the 17 voluntary staff members. ]

[I sensed a familiar style of action from the orderly movements of some of the volunteers. It should be a new military training method, known for its simplicity and efficiency... To be honest, this is actually a training method invented by me and promoted in the army. ]

[The only ones who know the specific details of this military training method are my former subordinates. Most of the soldiers who have trained for me have died in battle, and a small number are still in the army and have not retired... and Private Nello Bacchus is the most likely person to serve as their instructor. ]

[This is consistent with some of your previous judgments - these volunteers are not unrelated. They must have lived together and undergone strict military training. ]

[As a builder, I clearly understand that my training method is so harsh that ordinary people can't stand it. This is definitely not a skill that volunteer workers need to master. Even if they are not a secret sect of Sichen believers, they must have other goals hidden. ]

[And when I officially met Winfreys... I found something even more suspicious! 】

【It was not Winfrey's medical skills that were suspicious. When he examined me, he used methods that seemed to be in line with science. Even the final diagnosis was only suspected tibial nerve, and even whether it could be cured was just a possibility. 】

【What really made me suspicious was that during the treatment, he suddenly stood up and gave a simple speech, saying that he had received a large amount of financial assistance from someone and was about to acquire St. Agenni Hospital. It would officially open next Friday and continue to provide free medical services (I strongly recommend Miss Charlotte to trace the source of this unknown fund). 】

【At that time, Winfrey's speech was actually plain and simple in content, but I don't know why all the patients on the scene were excited as if they had been injected with a shot of adrenaline. They cheered and almost danced. Even I was unconsciously infected by the warm atmosphere at that time. I couldn't help clapping until my palms were red and swollen. ]

[Looking back now, I feel more and more that there seems to be some kind of evil magic hidden in Winfrey's words that inspires people... I wonder if, in your opinion, Miss Charlotte, this is the mysterious power of forbidden knowledge? ]

[If so, it proves that your previous guess, Miss Charlotte, is completely correct. Winfrey and his group do have the terrifying power bestowed by the evil Hour! ]

[This extremely inflammatory power... In my opinion, it is a more dangerous ability than William McConaughey and others! ]

[Winfrey and I have agreed that he will see me again after St. Archene officially opens, and he will try to treat my leg pain at that time. ]

[But I have visited many famous doctors, and I know that my hope of recovery is very slim. Even if Winfrey can cure my leg pain, it is probably using the evil and dangerous Hour power. ]

[But please rest assured, Miss Charlotte! I will never let my guard down because of this. I have made up my mind to sneak into their ranks, like a soldier hiding in a wooden horse and launching a surprise attack from Troy. 】

【However, if my will is not strong enough, and I cannot resist the influence of taboo knowledge and my mind is corrupted...】

【Please Miss Charlotte... when you take action, don't hesitate, give me a quick death! 】

【Sincerely, J.W】

Charlotte Holmes stared at the contents of the letter, and read it back and forth three times to make sure that it was completely memorized.

She then lit a match, burned the contents of the letter, and poured all the ashes in the basin into the toilet.

The female detective looked at the ashes that went with the water, and her eyes, as cold as the foggy sky, flashed with indistinguishable colors.

"Don't worry, Watson, I will."

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Watson saw the curtains drawn above from a distance, and saw the cheap flowers and plants arranged in a special order, and knew that the information had been passed to the female detective.

And judging from the order of the green, yellow, and red flower pots, the female detective will also investigate the doubts he raised about the unknown information dissemination and the unknown source of funds.

"I think these two new pieces of information are enough to temporarily distract Charlotte's energy... I can also go to the meeting with peace of mind."

Watson pulled up the curtains and pushed the door downstairs.

As soon as he stepped down the creaking old wooden stairs, the harsh sound immediately attracted Aunt Mona, who was wandering around the apartment building all day long.

Mona adjusted her thick reading glasses. She saw that the man coming downstairs in a handsome suit was Mr. Watson, who was suffering from illness recently. She couldn't help but exclaimed: "Why is Mr. Watson dressed so handsomely today?" , are you planning to go on a date?"

Watson turned around and smiled as brightly as the sun, "Ms. Mona, you guessed it right, I'm going to the restaurant for dinner."

Mona was a little surprised when she saw her neighbor, who had been gloomy recently, suddenly burst into a bright and almost dissolute smile, but she soon remembered that the neighbor didn't come back to the apartment until late last night, and yesterday happened to be Saturday. ...She has already guessed the reason why the other party is so happy.

She immediately showed an expression of 'You should have listened to me a long time ago', but she still asked tentatively: "Mr. Watson looks very happy. Did he find a cure for your leg disease yesterday?"

"Hahaha, your guess is so accurate. You are truly the know-it-all in our apartment. Sure enough, nothing can escape your sharp eyes."

After hearing this flattery, Aunt Mona felt even more proud, "Of course, I'm not bragging. Not a single thing in this building, big or small, can escape my eyes."

"It's like the affair of Mr. Yaksa who lived on the second floor before. That was a secret that even his wife, who he spent time with day and night, couldn't find out. If my keen eyes could see that his cheeks hadn't been wiped clean, His sensitive nose can smell the lingering scent of rouge and perfume in his suit...Then poor little Lina still has to be kept in the dark! And the person who lived in your room before..."

Seeing that the neighbor's aunt was about to start chattering again, Watson quickly took out his pocket watch from his coat, pretended to look at the time, and then shouted anxiously: "Oh! I'm almost out of time."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Mona, I have to go out and rush to the appointment. I will continue chatting with you when I come back in the evening. Bye."

As he said this, he quickly stopped a taxi and hurried away.

Watson sat in the carriage, looking at the sky, which was as dark and heavy as ever. The sun was still drooping like a kidney sac suffering from leucorrhea.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It's such a good weather for killing people."

The taxi did not transport the disabled neighbor, who had not smiled for a long time, to a romantic restaurant to dine with a beautiful or gentle lady, as Aunt Mona had imagined.

Instead it stopped near St Pancras station.

After Watson paid the fare, he did not enter the station. Instead, he hid in a nearby alley to disguise himself, then boarded another taxi and headed for the real destination.

It was a slum area with intricate streets. After getting off the bus, he continued walking several hundred meters to another street.

He came to the door of a dilapidated and old small restaurant. Parked in front of the restaurant was a four-seater carriage with an unimpressive appearance. The body of the carriage looked dark and stained with thick soot.

But Watson could tell from the obviously much deeper wheel marks on the ground that this carriage weighed much more than other carriages... Was gold and iron poured into the body?

He didn't just go forward and tap it with his knuckles, using the echo to determine the specific material.

Instead, he turned around and walked into the restaurant. It was not meal time. There was only one lone customer in the restaurant. He was sitting in the corner and quietly reading the newspaper.

Watson knew that this person was the target of his trip, so he came to the seat in front of the other person and sat down.

"Mr. Yannings, I would like to join your dueling club."

Yannings put down the newspaper, with a satisfied and upward smile behind his round glasses.

"Welcome to join us, Mr. J.C."

J.K. was the pseudonym Watson and Yannings had chosen in the woods at the time: John Cavell.

But in fact, Cavill is Cavill - the author thought of pinyin k at that time, which was a bit embarrassing. The title of the VIP chapter cannot be changed...