Chapter 21 Intuition? illusion!
"To find clues so quickly, you are worthy of the Black Crow Gang who dominates East London!"
Watson couldn't help but sigh, this gang's work efficiency is much faster than their detectives!
However, it was too early at this moment. Holmes had not yet arrived from outside the city. Telephones were not popular in this era, and instant communication mainly relied on running around to communicate... Watson thought for a second, and then decided to check the situation by himself first.
He left a note in the detective agency, telling the female detective that the Black Crow Gang had found clues. I will go first. Please remember to come over later.
Then he stopped a taxi on the side of the road and rushed to the Black Crow Bar.
The journey took quite a long time, and by the time the carriage entered East London, the sky was completely bright, but it was still covered with a thick layer of smog that dimmed the sunlight.
Pedestrians hurriedly walked on the streets, and those returning home from the night shift passed by those who went to work in the early morning. They walked opposite each other, but their faces were full of tiredness.
Watson is born with strong adaptability. After a night, he has become accustomed to the different visual clarity of his left and right eyes. He can clearly see the black coal dust in the hair of passers-by who flash past outside the carriage.
A closing sign has been hung at the door of the Black Crow Bar, but it has not been locked. A burly figure can be vaguely seen through the glass, leaning on the edge of the bar and puffing away smoke.
Dong Dong Dong, Watson knocked on the door politely.
The person in the store first stomped out the cigarette butt he blew out, and then slowly came over and opened the door.
Wearing a tall hat, he looks like a street magician. His facial features are as rough and tough as a knife and an axe. His face is gloomy with arrogance and rebelliousness. His eyebrows seem to be somewhat similar to Evie. He seems to be a member of the Black Crow Gang. Another leader of.
This man looked Watson up and down. He had short black hair and a resolute face. His hands and feet were disabled, as if he was paralyzed. Well... he was completely consistent with my sister's description.
"Are you Watson?"
"Yes, a child informed me that Evie wanted to see me for something."
"That's little Renault, our Black Crow's messenger boy." The man opened the door, "Let's come in first and then we'll talk."
When Watson walked into the bar, he saw that the wooden floor that was stained with four pools of blood last night had been cleaned so clean that it was almost shiny and reflective. He couldn't help but ask what kind of cleaner the Black Crows used. ? The effect of destroying corpses and eliminating traces is comparable to that of a forest!
The leader of the black crow poured two glasses of beer, pushed one to Watson, and drank the other in one gulp.
"I am Jacob Frye, Evie's brother."
"Evie has important things to do at the moment and can't spare time, but she already forwarded your request to me last night. Based on the information you provided, I did find some clues."
He went to the back of the bar and dragged out a scantily clad lady. From the sleepy eyes, pale makeup, and sunken eye sockets, Watson could tell that she was a skin worker who had just gotten off work.
"This is Alice. She has witnessed the appearance of a character that matches the characteristics of your portrait."
The portrait was a quick sketch that Holmes had made before leaving last night, based on her superficial impressions.
"yawn--"
Alice rubbed her eyelids that had not yet been fully opened, barely waking up.
"Yes I saw the person in the portrait the night before yesterday. Although the alley was too dark at the time to see clearly, they were at least 70% or 80% similar."
"Oh? Please tell Miss Alice carefully." Seeing that the other party was still confused, Watson took out the pounds and lined them up on the table.
Alice's sleepy eyes immediately widened, reflecting the light of money, and her whole person was full of energy. She said with a smile: "Hey, this gentleman is really generous."
"That night, the man in the portrait rented a spacious carriage. He said he was looking for more people to hold a grand group party. The price was extremely generous and the sisters were all vying to go."
"However, his requirements are not low. His body and appearance should not be too bad. I just had diarrhea that day and my face didn't look good. Otherwise, I would definitely be able to join."
Alice said angrily.
Watson looked at Sister Alice's rough face that could not be concealed by heavy makeup, and thought to herself that you are really not modest at all.
"Is there any other useful information? Such as the appearance of the carriage, the appearance of the driver, or did you hear their destination?"
Alice thought about it carefully after hearing this, and finally said, "It's true. That night I tried to squeeze into the carriage secretly, but was pushed out by the unscrupulous coachman. Before leaving, I heard that they were probably going there. Near Whitechapel.”
"Okay, thank you very much."
Watson thought that this clue was enough. He could already narrow the scope to a specific area. Next, he only needed to go over and inquire about the new faces that had moved in recently, and he would probably be able to get the result.
He turned to the leader of the black crows and said: "By the way, I may have a female companion who will come here later to inquire about the situation. Can you please pass on the information about the Whitechapel area to her?"
Jacob replied: "No problem, I will let my subordinates tell her later."
Watson thanked him again, turned around and got on the taxi and rushed to the Whitechapel area.
The Whitechapel in East London has become famous in later generations, not only because of the white religious building, but also because of the Jack the Ripper incident that is very likely to occur in the future near the area.
Watson originally planned to ask nearby residents about something, but on the way, he felt an extremely strong intuition, as if there was a hoarse and magnetic voice in his head guiding the direction, telling him where he should go. go.
In Watson's cognition, intuition should be a product of the subconscious mind. The result of running quietly in the background of the brain is the integration of tiny and fragmented information ignored by the subject's consciousness.
Just as Watson was hunched forward in the trench, his intuition told him that there was an enemy around the corner ahead. This was not a prediction, or that he had just spotted an enemy shadow shaking there from the corner of his eye, or that his ears had received a subtle sound that was masked by artillery fire. …
But this time the intuition came so suddenly, which made Watson feel even more bizarre.
"Did The Secret of the Moth also give me a true sixth sense?"
An illogical intuition led Watson to a remote compound.
This is a quite beautiful courtyard, with a white wooden fence surrounded by morning glories on the outside, and a carefully tended flat lawn inside, with gorgeous tulips popping out among the greenery.
There are two trees planted in front of the pure white house, one is Davidia involucrata and the other is also Davidia involucrata.
This courtyard is as glorious as a holiday villa, which is incompatible with the bleak and run-down East London along the way. It really looks like the residence of rich children who want to enjoy themselves.
It seemed that that strange intuition led me to the wrong place.
There was no padlock on the small courtyard door, so Watson gently pushed it open and walked in.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, the strange intuition in his head became stronger, as if he was loudly urging him to enter quickly.
Watson turned a deaf ear. He had already heard the faint sound coming from the door.
As he stood in front of the door, he suddenly had a strong sense of sight, as if he had returned to that day when he and Holmes stood in front of Lance's house... It seemed that there was a monster beyond ordinary people's imagination waiting for him behind this door.
Watson took off the plaster bandage, freed his left arm from its restraints, lifted up his windbreaker, held both guns, and slowly pushed the door open.
Its thirst makes my mouth dry and my hands itchy