I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Chapter 89 J·W and J·K

Of course, when Watson talks about meeting, he does not mean meeting the female detective on a rooftop with a wide view.

Since he had pretended to break up with Charlotte, it was naturally impossible for him to meet in the outside world again. The meeting he said...actually meant an ideological meeting.

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

This apartment has beautifully decorated buildings, enthusiastic butler service, 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. Patrolling inside and outside the building day and night is enough to give apartment tenants a sense of security.

But for the young lady from Duke Holmes's family, this place seemed too ordinary and ordinary, even condescending.

The apartment is in a bad location and is surrounded by a large number of civilian residential apartments. This is why this apartment vigorously promotes its own security team. Those who come in front of the apartment door are those dirty factory workers. The level of danger is extremely high, at least. That's how it seems to those at the top. And it simply cannot highlight the natural and huge gap between us upper class people and lower class people... so business is not booming.

But Charlotte still chose to rent a spacious room on the top sixth floor of this apartment, because standing on the balcony facing the city, she could not only see the huge and solemn smoke column, but also the low-rise buildings below. Civilian apartment.

She does not live here, but in order to cover her regular whereabouts, she will come here to rest for a while. There is no special pattern, sometimes it is in the morning, sometimes in the early morning, sometimes in the afternoon... The rental price of this room is enough for everyone. The apartment that some Londoners shunned seemed to be just a place where this aristocratic lady would stay when she was free and bored, perhaps as a backup party venue.

But Charlotte Holmes is not an ordinary aristocratic woman who likes afternoon tea parties. The real reason why she rented this place is so that she can check whether there is any message from Watson here every Sunday morning - from In the distance looking out from the balcony is the ordinary apartment building where Watson currently lives.

A month has passed since the two broke up.

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

In boring moments when there are no cases to investigate, she will be as bored and depressed as a grumpy honey badger, but once the target of the case investigation is determined, she can wait patiently like a hunting red fox.

She has been chasing some ordinary murder cases recently, but this is just a way to pretend to be distracted. In fact, she has been thinking about St. Arthenius Hospital and Winfres, and has been waiting for Watson to report the situation.

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

The female detective pushed open the door to the penthouse apartment as agreed, and saw at a glance that inside the balcony door that she had specially opened, between the curtains that were blown wildly by the high wind, and on the carpet that was specially thickened several times, there was a winding Paper crossbow arrows.

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 text in the letter was written on a typewriter, and the identity of the sender could not be identified from the handwriting. The content of the letter was also crude, like a poor translation of extremely unpopular and vulgar pornographic literature by someone with poor translator skills.

From the perspective of others, they might think that this is just a presumptuous letter from Miss Holmes's suitors.

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

Her wisdom and brainpower are far beyond ordinary people. Even to analyze such complex cipher text, she does not need to take out the corresponding translation at all. She only needs to retrieve the relevant content from her memory, place it on the other side of her field of vision, and compare it simultaneously. Just flip through the letter.

【Miss Charlotte:】

[According to our previously agreed plan, I have been working hard to visit all the famous doctors in the city during this period. Every time I leave the doctor's office and return to the apartment, I will unabashedly reveal my inner disappointment. This dark gray color of disappointment continued to accumulate on my face, and it had accumulated to a state of near despair. 】

[I started glaring at every neighbor I passed, hurling rude words at yet another incompetent doctor. 】

[I am sure this will leave a lasting impression on the minds of the flat dwellers and the London doctors of the next anxious patient who is struggling to find a cure. 】

[I began to ask people around me about the wizards and shamans in the city. Even though they had suffered my indifference and anger, they still retained sincere goodwill and would advise me to believe in science and not to be superstitious in sorcery... But what surprised me was that, They would all recommend St. Artionus Hospital to me, whether it was little Stanford, Mr. Accenture who lived alone across the street from me, or Aunt Mona downstairs... Even the taxi drivers on the road, they would eventually recommend me to go to St. Try your luck at the Achones Mission Hospital. 】

[Although the story of Winfrey’s free clinic has never been published in major newspapers in the city, it seems to have spread widely in the foggy city through other channels... I don’t know if this is a normal phenomenon or if someone is secretly doing it. Is this secret propaganda? 】

[Perhaps Miss Charlotte, you can investigate along this direction and you may be able to gain something. 】

[After this period of preparation, I felt that I had completely played the role of a gambler who was in a hurry and sought medical treatment, so I went to St. Arthenius Hospital for consultation. 】

[If, Miss Charlotte, you still follow the arrangement we agreed on before and temporarily put aside your attention to Winfres and pretend to be distracted by other worldly cases... then I must report to you about St. Arceus The latest changes in Nepali hospitals. 】

[When I went to St. Arthenius Hospital last night, I found that compared to what you said before, this abandoned hospital where mysterious incidents once occurred is now full of people and well-organized. 】

[I left a record of the faces that came and went. From the time I officially queued up to the time I left after meeting Winfrey, a total of one hour and twenty minutes passed, and the steady flow of new consultations reached a hundred. More than fifty people! 】

[Although the hospital now has four medical posts operating at the same time, under such a crowded flow of people, it is still possible to maintain the stability of the order on the scene... all thanks to the seventeen people who volunteered to help. staff member. 】

[I noticed a certain familiar action style from the methodical movements of some of the volunteers. It should be a new set of military training methods, known for their simplicity and efficiency... I am ashamed to say that this was actually invented by me and used in the army. Implemented training methods. 】

[The only people who know the specific details of this military training method are my former subordinates. Most of the soldiers who have trained for me have been killed in battle, and a small number are still in the army and have not yet retired... And Private Nello Bacchus , is currently the most likely person to play the role of their instructor. 】

[This is in line with part of your previous judgment - these volunteers are not unrelated. They must have lived together and conducted strict military training. 】

[As a builder, I clearly understand that my training methods are so harsh that ordinary people cannot bear it. This is definitely not the ability that voluntary workers need to master. Even if they are not a secret sect of Si Chen believers, they must have other hidden goals. 】

[And when I officially met with Winfress... I discovered something even more suspicious! 】

[What is suspicious is not Winfreth's medical skills. When he examined me, he used scientific methods that seemed to be scientific. Even the final diagnosis was just a suspected tibial nerve, and he could only say whether it could be cured. possible. 】

[What really made me suspicious was that while he was treating me, he suddenly stood up and gave a simple speech, to the effect that he had received a large amount of financial assistance from someone and was about to acquire St. Arthenius. The hospital will officially open next Friday and will continue to provide free clinics (I strongly recommend Miss Charlotte to trace the source of this unknown fund). 】

[When I think about it later, Winfrey’s speech was actually bland in words and devoid of content. But for some reason, the interviewers at the scene were all excited as if they had been given a shot of adrenaline. They were all cheering and almost dancing. , even I couldn't help but be infected by the warm atmosphere at that time, and couldn't help clapping until my palms became red and swollen. 】

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

[If so, then it proves that Miss Charlotte, your previous conjecture is absolutely correct, Winfrey and his gang do possess the terrifying power given by the evil Si Chen! 】

[This extremely inflammatory power... in my opinion, is a more dangerous ability than William McConaughey and the others! 】

[Winfres made an agreement with me that he will conduct a follow-up consultation with me after St. Arthenius officially opens. At that time, he will also try to treat my leg pain. 】

[But I have visited many famous doctors, and I know that my hope of recovery is very slim. Even if Winfres can heal the pain in my leg, he will probably use the evil and dangerous Sichen power. 】

[But please don’t worry, Miss Charlotte! I will never let down my guard because of this. I have made up my mind to sneak into them and launch a sneak attack from the city of Troy like a soldier hiding in a Trojan horse. 】

[However, if my will is not strong enough and I cannot resist the influence of forbidden knowledge and my soul is corrupted...]

[Please also ask Miss Charlotte...don't hesitate to take action when the time comes, give me a good time! 】

【Sincerely, J·W】

Charlotte Holmes stared at the contents of the letter, reading it back and forth three times to make sure it was completely engraved in her heart.

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

The female detective looked at the ashes drifting away with the flowing water, her eyes as gray and cold as the foggy sky flashing with indistinguishable colors.

"Watson, don't worry, I will definitely do it."

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Watson saw the drawn curtains above from a distance, and saw the 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 in which the green, yellow, and red flowerpots are placed, the female detective will also investigate the doubts he raised about the spread of unknown information and the source of unknown funds.

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

Watson drew the curtains, opened the door and went downstairs.

As soon as I stepped down the creaking old wooden stairs, the harsh sound immediately attracted Aunt Mona, who had been 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 people 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...