I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Since Watson's apparent identity is still a disabled person, Charlotte Holmes did not let him participate in the tracking operation - how can a cripple walking with a cane be qualified for quiet tracking work?

So he still stayed in the temporarily rented hotel, waiting for the return of the good news.

In the early morning, the sound of footsteps going upstairs was heard outside the door. Watson, who was lying on the bed and pretending to be asleep, discerned the identity of the person from the familiar rhythm and heaviness, and sat up in advance.

A stooped, slightly bloated old guy opened the door and walked in. He looked gray and hairy, his thick beard on his chin was like a tangled ball of iron wire, his red nose was as plump as a ball, and he was covered with a gray-black patch of hair. His tattered cloak was stained with oily weeds and leaves, and he looked like an old drunkard living on the streets.

He coughed inarticulately, as if he was holding thick phlegm, and walked into the room with the characteristic swaying steps of a drunkard. In the process, he shook off the grass branches and leaves on his cloak due to his violent coughing.

Watson said angrily, "Okay, stop acting. I know your acting skills are much better than mine."

He seems to be really envious of the other party's makeup and acting skills, but in fact he has already picked out a few problems in his heart... But judging from the other party's reaction that he can still joke, he must have brought back good news.

The old drunkard chuckled, but his voice was as smooth and clear as a bird. He straightened his back and stood up straight. He tore open the fake beard that was glued together, rubbed it and removed the rubber-like fake nose, and lifted up the cover. With the thick cloak on his head, he used a basin of water that Watson had prepared to wash away the makeup colors and putty on his hair and face, revealing fair and translucent skin and platinum-blond hair.

In just a few minutes, the dirty old drunkard transforms into a tall, attractive lady.

Charlotte wiped away the remaining oil paint from her hair with a clean towel, took off the two revolvers from her waist, and said slowly:

"Unfortunately, I lost track of him after he left the city."

Watson didn't speak or ask questions. He knew that the female detective would definitely have something to say.

As expected, Charlotte continued:

"As soon as this scarred man left the city, he started running at full speed. His moving speed was so fast that it was even faster than Chipin's carriage!"

"In order to hide the traces, I couldn't chase him in a big way, so I could only follow slowly. I thought that he would have to stop and rest soon after sprinting so hard."

"I didn't expect that he would keep running at such a speed for several miles! Under the cover of night, you can't even see his back when you look at the edge of the horizon!"

"However, I never got up to catch up, and crawled on the ground the whole time - after all, when I first started tracking in the city, I found that the other party had probably noticed that someone was following him, or he was very cautious and was still hiding in the alley. Waiting for me to walk in."

"The other party specially took me to a plain outside the city with no obstruction of sight. I guessed that the other party was definitely planning to test whether the pursuer would get up and chase me. I simply pulled out branches and weeds and stuck them in my cloak to resemble a bush. Observe the opponent's footprints and follow them slowly and without leaving any traces."

"This Tantric cultist is very cautious. His footprints are never straight, but go around in circles. This makes me even more vigilant. His movements are very gentle, like still grass blowing in the wind. swing."

"I tracked all the way to a low hillside somewhere. The footprints spread to the foot of the slope and disappeared. I looked around and found only the deep footprints of the target jumping down from the hillside. The toes pointed into the distance, as if they had already run out of the city. go."

"But based on the cautious behavior of this secret cultist, I infer that this must be trying to lead us in the wrong direction!"

"I stayed until dawn, using the slanting light of the first dawn to carefully observe the weeds around the short slope, and finally I found a clue!"

Charlotte took a long breath and continued:

"This esoteric cultist may have used magic to erase traces, but I found that on the leaves of several weeds around the hillside... the amount of dewdrops condensed was far more than on other grasses!"

"Watson, do you still remember the deep broken wall we found in the company that day? The wall was looming and felt like ice cubes. Although this was not mentioned in the basic information of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, I guess The forbidden knowledge possessed by this Order of the Flashing Blade is most likely related to winter, cold, and low temperatures!”

Watson also showed a thoughtful expression after hearing this, but in his heart he was thinking that she really guessed it right.

Charlotte said cheerfully:

"If we extrapolate from this, then these weeds with a large amount of dewdrops are exactly the traces of this Shining Blade cultist's walk!"

"I followed this direction, and found that the other party actually turned back to the city - as expected, he was taking a detour to confuse possible trackers from the beginning!"

"I followed the dewdrops all the way, and finally found a row of dilapidated warehouses hidden in the tall grass!"

"It's just that the sky was completely bright at this time. In order to prevent the Shining Blade Order from placing hidden sentries nearby, I just watched from a distance and did not continue to follow them."

"But I'm sure - this row of warehouses is the new hiding place of the Order of the Flashing Blade!!!"

"Beautiful!" Watson clapped softly when he heard this.

The female detective smiled, held her chin slightly, and bowed slightly with her waist straight, like a dancer giving thanks after a performance.

Watson asked: "Then let's notify the Anti-Suppression Bureau now to make arrests?"

"Don't worry yet."

The female detective shook her head slightly, her eyes flashing with high-spirited fighting spirit, "If we attack so rashly, the most we can do is arrest the group of secret cultists, and they may not reveal the identity of William McConaughey's leader. It is possible that I will continue to hide it for him.”

"If we cannot prove the connection between William McConaughey and the Order of the Flashing Blade and arrest him, then at most we will only scratch the surface of the Order of the Flashing Blade and cannot shake its foundation at all."

"As long as William McConaughey is still at large, sooner or later a new Order of the Bright Blade or the Order of the Dark Blade will appear."

"We have to find a way to let William get into the catching net like a bird chasing rice!"

Do you want to catch a turtle in a jar... Watson also fell into deep thought. This does not seem to be an easy task.

He assumed the identity of William on his own. Assuming that he learned that his subordinate troops were being rounded up by a large number of enemy troops, then in a situation where rescue was inevitable, he could only retreat temporarily to preserve his strength.

And in order to prevent the possible leakage of important information, we must take advantage of this time difference to gather the team as soon as possible and be on guard.

In other words, if you want to attract William to show up and contact the Order of the Flashing Blade, you must master the proportion and timing of luring the enemy - not only to make the Order of the Flashing Blade feel that the matter is difficult to solve, but also to risk asking the leader to take action; It made William think that this was not a trap but just a coincidence...

Watson thought about it, and the moth in his skull seemed to realize that it was a good opportunity to take revenge on the Blade Man. It flapped its wings with all its strength, and some kind of spark of intuition or inspiration burst out in his mind.

He leaned into the female detective's ear and said, "We can do this..."