I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Watson was temporarily held in an icy holding cell inside Scotland Yard ahead of his trial.

Wearing solid handcuffs, he stumbled forward as he was pushed and pushed by the guarding police officer.

The iron gate opened, and a rough force came from behind him, causing him to stumble and fall onto the dirty floor inside the prison.

"You two, please be honest with us tonight, but don't bully the new inmates while we are drinking outside! But don't attack those parts where the injury cannot be detected! But Qian Don’t stuff his head into the toilet and drink the shit!”

The guard officer responsible for escorting the prisoners knocked on the iron fence with a stick, making a bang bang bang sound to warn other criminals squatting in the shadow of the prison.

"Okay sir, we promise to complete our mission - no, we promise not to bully this new friend."

A skinny man with acne on his face replied with a smile. It's just that his laughter seemed a bit obscene and harsh, like a crow croaking.

"Well, as long as you understand." The guarding police officer nodded and thought in his heart: "If you give me this order, Mr. Grayson should be satisfied."

He closed the iron gate with a click and blew out a few nearby oil lamps when he left, plunging the detention cell into darkness and coldness.

When Watson slowly got up from the ground, a ray of pale moonlight came through the window. It reflected the dark, damp prison cell filled with the stench of feces and urine, as well as several prisoners with strange smiles on their faces, gearing up and walking towards him.

Faced with this situation, Watson smiled sincerely. The only moonlight fell on his face, illuminating the face covered with milky white soup and the standard eight-toothed smile. The pale teeth shone brighter than the moonlight. There is also a cold and cold light.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, click——

Heavy physical blows echoed inside the deep prison, sometimes mixed with the sound of broken bones and some shrill and intermittent screams.

Listening to this tragic sound, the guarding police officer thought it was some symphony with a strange rhythm, and drank happily along with a bottle of whiskey sent by Mr. Grayson.

"Hahaha, these guys are quite obedient and they attack very quickly."

"Of course, how dare they not listen to what we say? We need to be more careful and don't let them kill people."

"Hey, what are you afraid of? They are all old prisoners. They use their methods in a measured manner. They can torture people until they are alive and they can't detect any obvious injuries from the blows. Just rest assured."

"That's true...forget it, he's just a little criminal who dared to offend the nobles. Ignore him. Let's drink ours and cheers!"

"cheers!"

Ton, ton, ton, after three cups and two cups were exchanged, the sound of play in the deep cell stopped abruptly.

"Is it over so soon? This kid is really inexperienced. Do you want to go and see it?"

"Forget it, let's see if he is dead or alive tomorrow morning."

"That's right, don't let this disturb our brothers' enjoyment of drinking."

………………

"Master, it's not good, Mr. John has been arrested and imprisoned in Scotland Yard!!!"

Crowett slammed open the door to the dean's office and shouted anxiously.

"Um?!"

"Chief Watson was caught?!"

Winfrey Morgan and Nello Bacchus, who were discussing tonight's ceremony, wondered at the same time. They immediately turned to look at Crovette, who was dressed extra formally tonight.

It was Nello who was the first to ask: "Crovitt, where did you know about this?"

"I, of course I saw it with my own eyes. I watched Mr. John being put in handcuffs with a gun pointed at his head by a guy who called himself Inspector Grayson, and then escorted directly to Scotland Yard... I asked about it. Because Mr. John is suspected of assaulting others and provoking nobles, the trial will be expedited and a court hearing will be held at a later date."

"And because the female detective specifically ordered it to be dealt with seriously, Mr. John is likely to be convicted of a felony."

Clovette revealed the information she had obtained with the help of her sister after hiding in the alley waiting for a police officer to be alone.

Upon hearing this, Nello looked up and down at the girl who was regarded as the mascot within the sect, "Crovett... are you going on a date with Chief Watson?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Crowett asked with big confused eyes, "Oh... this is not the point. The point is that Mr. John was arrested! Mr. Nello, didn't you say that Mr. John is very likely? Are you going to join our cult? Now that Mr. John is arrested and imprisoned, should we try to rescue Mr. John first?"

"Oh, so Nello, is this what you usually tell everyone?" After hearing these words, Winfres turned to look at his deputy leader and said with a smile.

Nero Bacchus immediately knelt on one knee and lowered his head deeply.

"I'm sorry, Master, I just think that if Chief Watson can join our order, his abilities will definitely help our order move forward further. My skills were all taught by the commander. Compared with his subordinates, Watson The commander is more suitable to lead the church members to explore those unknown secret places... Commander Watson, he is a sword that is sharper than his subordinates, and he will definitely help you, the leader, to cut off all the thorns that stand in your way!"

"Don't be so excited. I don't mean to blame you Nello... Your thoughts are exactly the same as mine. I am also thinking about how to draw John Watson into this order."

Winfrey looked at the girl who was tugging at the corner of her clothes dejectedly, "Crovett, I heard what you just said...Did John provoke a female detective? Was it Charlotte Holmes? Please explain the process in detail. "

"Oh, Mr. John invited me to dinner at the Holborn Restaurant tonight. The two of us were very happy with the meal. The food was delicious and the wine was fragrant... I couldn't bear to use my magic to expel the alcohol." Crowett recounted: "But not long after, the female detective came in with her new assistant who replaced Mr. John. She didn't even look at us. It was her assistant who glanced at John with a disdainful look when he passed by us. At the first glance, Mr. John looked very angry and almost wanted to stand up and fight with him.

I originally wanted to comfort Mr. John not to get excited, but my sister suddenly advised me not to stop him and let Mr. John fight with the assistant, saying that this would--scared, couldn't my sister say this? "

Clovette suddenly paused and seemed to be talking to herself.

"Okay, okay, sister, you have the final say." The girl seemed to have finished talking to herself. She raised her head and continued: "Then Mr. John also calmed down, and we continued chatting there as if nothing had happened."

"However, the female detective's assistant suddenly came to the table while we were chatting, knocked down the waiter who was carrying hot soup, and poured the entire bowl of white mushroom cream soup onto Mr. John's head... and then Mr. John couldn't control his emotions anymore and got up and beat the assistant with his cane."

"Mr. John's fight was very hard. He was constantly being suppressed by the other party and was losing ground. The detective assistant even despicably attacked Mr. John's left leg that had not fully recovered. I felt very scared watching from the side."

"What's more, the detective assistant actually wanted to pick up the table knife that Mr. John had just used and stab Mr. John! Seeing that the situation was critical, I borrowed my sister's power to let him feel the intoxicating fragrance of alcohol, and Mr. John took advantage of it. When he was unconscious, he hit the guy on the head with a stick until he rolled his eyes and fainted. "

Crowett seemed to want to excuse her private use of magic, and continued to defend herself: "I originally wanted to take Mr. John's hand and leave the restaurant quickly before others could react...but I didn't expect it. Just then, another police officer who was passing by heard the sound and came in... You all know what happened next. "

After hearing the whole process, Winfreth not only did not show any sadness in his brows, but actually felt a little happy... What a good opportunity!

"Well, I understand, don't worry, Crovette, I won't just watch John be imprisoned. I will go out tomorrow to find our sponsor to help deal with this matter... You and Nello Just wait and see.”

He smiled and said: "Maybe tomorrow, there will be a new member of our order."

It seems that the author has already written about the treasure places inside the capital. Next, should I use the game’s treasure places in each county first, or should I create my own one in the capital...