I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Chapter 15 It’s getting more and more interesting

The Shedding Club, a secret nightclub that may have connections to the occult.

However, to Watson's surprise, the stripping club, which was supposed to be hiding in a remote river bend to avoid the investigation of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, was actually opened openly and openly in the center of the downtown area.

It is a classical Gothic building with a thick white exterior, or it may be integrated with other exotic decorative elements. The clever designer blends the opposite colors such as luxury and decadence, gorgeousness and low-key in an incredible way. The Transformation Clothes Club renders a fascinating and mysterious style.

The Shedding Club does not have a signboard, which is something that only those who don't care about it need to advertise widely. It only needs to remain silent, and its mysterious reputation will naturally attract specific customers like the faint fragrance of a cellared wine.

Watson stepped up the white stone stairs and walked under the domed arch. The thick Roman stone pillars on both sides were carved with lifelike reliefs, which were men and women dancing for tribal sacrifices in ancient times.

It's just that... the painting style of this relief is quite different from the Renaissance style of the current era. In Watson's opinion, it is more like the East Asian classical style that he is more familiar with.

I don't know whether it's a defect in the stone itself or the sculptor's intention. The pillars are stained with mottled stains, which really affects the look and feel.

But those indecent stains seemed to Watson like the finishing touch, adding details and logic to the meaningless stone pillar relief.

The real story of the relief should be this——

The earth was dry and cracked, and the primitive tribesmen held sacrifices and prayed to the sky. It was a dance-like ceremony. As the sacrificial ceremony progressed, dark clouds gathered in the sky and thunder thundered, and viscous liquid gushed out from the cracks in the earth.

And the tribesmen who completed the ritual activities also began to grow wings as thin as cicada wings...

An ignorant mortal might associate it with an angel, but Watson had already seen similar weird creatures. He thought in his heart: "After the ceremony, insect-like wings were deformed... It seems that I am not looking in the wrong place. This place does have some connection to the occult."

Perhaps the timing of Watson's arrival was too early. The club had not yet opened, and the simple and heavy mahogany door was tightly closed.

He tried knocking on the door, and the sound echoed several times, but no one opened the door.

"Hey man! You're too early, it's not even opening time yet."

At this time, a passing gentleman wearing a monocle reminded him enthusiastically.

"Oh thanks, may I ask what time does this club usually open?"

The single-lensed gentleman chuckled, "The Slaughter Club has never had a fixed opening time. It is only open on specific nights every week."

He adjusted his monocle and continued: "But you are here by chance. Eight o'clock tonight happens to be the opening time this week. Remember to come early and queue up."

"Thank you so much."

"It's easy." The gentleman waved his hand to express that there was no need to be polite, and walked slowly towards the end of the street.

It seems that we have to wait until night... Watson returned to the carriage, "Victor, let's go back to the detective agency first."

"Okay, Mr. Watson."

Watson sat in the carriage and watched the Slaughter Club gradually go away. Whether it was an illusion or not, he always felt that there seemed to be a tangled darkness hidden in that magnificent building. The darkness was like a cocoon, as if it was gestating something. Something to be afraid of.

Watson was known for his investigative abilities in the military, but he failed to realize that while he was looking at the Shedding Club from a distance, there was also a beautiful figure looking at him from a distance in the window on the top floor of the Shedding Club.

She was a stunningly beautiful foreign woman, seemingly of Tianzhu descent, with long, silky, thick black hair tied up in a bun. Her eyebrows were a little red and auspicious, her facial features were in a golden ratio that was astonishing to both heaven and earth, and her deep eyes were full of atmosphere. She has a soft and mature charm, her eyes are piercing like never-ending blazing thunder, and her plump red lips are even more exotic and alluring.

The foreign woman looked at the noble coat of arms on the carriage, thoughtfully.

Her red lips were slightly open, and her voice was slightly hoarse but revealed a seductive and sinful laziness:

"Agdistis, if you see anyone from the Holmes family tonight, please invite them directly inside."

"yes!"

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Watson returned to 221B Baker Street and told everything about what he had seen and heard today, naturally concealing his fantasy-like delusions.

He asked the other party if he wanted to go with him in the evening. If not, please reimburse him - after all, the magnificent decoration was not cheap at first sight.

The female detective was talking about the new clues obtained by her assistant, "Is it a shedding club... Let's go there together tonight, just to relax."

"Um."

Watson picked up a file on the table and asked, "Have there been any results from the investigation in the past few days?"

"Something gained."

Holmes pushed the notebook full of dense information in front of Watson, "Although the follow-up information on the case at No. 3 Lauriston Garden Street has been blocked by the Anti-Suppression Bureau, I still discovered some strange and unsolved cases in the past that may be related to them. There are cases related to the mysterious world.”

Watson looked at the notebook——

[In 1840, two physicists, Dafydd Jones and Meredith Bryan, dueled on a mountaintop to prove that they possessed the only copy of an unnamed book. , the specific process cannot be studied, but according to historical records, the mountain erupted with an extremely dazzling flash of light that day. The bodies of the two physicists were not found at the scene. 】

[In 1868, Lake Gladwin dried up. It is said that locals found hundreds of ancient mummies standing in the lake. In the center of the lake bottom was a pair of broken altars. Soon the lake water returned and submerged everything again. 】

[In 1875, the middle section of the Nafan silver mine in County Tang collapsed, and the mine cave left over from the Roman era collapsed. After the miners who had been trapped for many days were rescued, they immediately shouted: "Lady!" "Monster!" "Wolf Queen!" and other words of unknown meaning. 】

[In October 1879, the Thames Daily published information about a suspicious case. The newspaper was blocked and recycled at noon that day, but some newspapers were still left. The following is an excerpt from the newspaper on that day: Shocked! The famous collector Strathcoin committed suicide in his apartment! 】

[In April 1878, an unexplained explosion occurred at Kate and Hero Co., killing two owners. According to witnesses at the scene: Mr. Kate's charred body was still moving on the stretcher. 】

[In March 1879, a number of collective self-mutilation incidents occurred in St. Arternes Hospital. The deceased preferred to open his chest and expose his internal organs. According to the hospital, the deceased was involved in a wide range of cases and there was no negotiation behavior during his lifetime. The hospital has collapsed. 】

[On January 2, 1880, a remote abandoned warehouse on Riverside Street was blocked and controlled by relevant departments. A large number of heavily armed personnel surrounded the site. According to nearby residents, the river bank street erupted with a dazzling light like the sun that night, and the roar of unknown beasts could be heard faintly. 】

[On February 29, 1880, a little-known dancer at the Theater of Jubilation tore off her own skin in the middle of a performance, exposing her muscle fibers to the light while the dance performance continued. . According to subsequent statistics, some audience members and backstage personnel disappeared mysteriously. According to surviving witnesses, the lights in the theater were as pale as the silver moon, and the stage seemed to be distorted in some bizarre way. 】

[On May 18, 1880, Alden, the office manager of Glover and Son, disappeared mysteriously. 】

Watson frowned, seeming quite worried, "Are there so many mysterious incidents this year?"

The female detective shook her head slightly, "That's not the case, it's just that it's difficult to collect further information, and most of it has been blocked by the Anti-Suppression Bureau."

"But -" Holmes changed the topic and said enthusiastically: "It is also possible that mysterious incidents are indeed increasing year by year."

"This world...is getting more and more dangerous."

Watson said worriedly, but he did not say the true meaning of the second half of the sentence directly, "...it's getting more and more interesting!"