Chapter 64 Cat Lady
Mary Morstan—Watson almost frowned when he heard this name. He wondered if this was too much of a coincidence?
I only learned about the existence of a different four-signature case from the second secret history a few days ago. I was thinking about whether to ask Stanford for information about the suddenly rich Sultan, and then start investigating his destined fate. wife.
Unexpectedly, just a few days later, Mary Morstan had already taken the initiative to come to the door... It was too coincidental. Could it be that this was Si Chen Fei Moth's guidance as the other party said?
Moreover, according to the original work, the other party should be a tutor, but how come he has now evolved into a dancer who practices esoteric teachings?
But with the example of Charlotte Holmes in front of him, Watson was not too surprised. As long as he did not evolve into Mari Morstan, he could still accept it.
"John Watson, just call me John."
Faced with this female dancer whom he had already met in the real world, Watson had no further contact with Elson. Elson used a pseudonym at that time. After all, he took the carriage of Duke Holmes's family to the stripping club that night. If the female dancer had any intentions, If you inquire, you will soon learn his true identity.
He was thinking in his mind about how to raise questions, such as, Ms. Mary, have you been receiving packages from an unknown source in recent years? No, according to the timeline of the original work, the other party should not have received Sultan's old age at this time. A gift that she felt guilty and tried to atone for...but her father, Captain Morstan, must have disappeared.
But by throwing this matter out rashly, wouldn't it reveal the fact that he knows the future direction of time? No, there is a secret history in this world, and all of this can be attributed to the mysterious secret history.
He asked bluntly: "Ms. Mary...is your father serving as a garrison officer in Bharat?"
"Eh!" This time it was Mary Morstan's turn to be surprised. She wondered whether this man who was practicing the way of transformation had already had a secret love for her that night, and was so perverted that he secretly investigated her past behind her back. ?
She couldn't help but feel a bit of disgust in her heart, but as a professional dancer, her expression management ability was very good and she didn't show it directly.
"Well, that's what happened. It's just that my father suddenly disappeared when he returned to his hometown for vacation two years ago. He only left his luggage in the hotel. I stayed in London to investigate the reason for my father's disappearance. Unfortunately, he was never found. Useful clues."
She asked casually: "Mr. John, do you have any clues about my father?"
Watson nodded slightly, "Yes, I do have some clues about your father's whereabouts. In fact, after Captain Morstan returned to London that year, he rushed to meet his old comrade Colonel Sultan overnight, and then... during the argument Dying from anger."
Oh my God... Mary covered her mouth and exclaimed. She was just testing casually, but she didn't expect to really get an answer. She had been searching for the whereabouts of her father for a long time to no avail, but now it came to her door so easily. It was from here. A man who only met once...could this really be the guidance of a moth?
But after hearing that her father had been dead for a long time, she couldn't help but want to choke and cry softly.
But she is no longer an ignorant little girl, and she cannot just listen to other people's words.
Mary Morstan asked alertly: "Mr. John, where did you get the news about my father?"
Watson knew that if he wanted to convince the seemingly innocent but actually smart and cunning lady in front of him, the best way was to reveal the secret directly.
However, during the time he was hospitalized, Watson once tried to copy out the Moth Secret Scriptures, which he had already understood the true meaning of in his head. However, when he started writing, he felt that the hand holding the pen was not in control, even though the true meaning of the scriptures was clearly understood. , but the writing is a mess of lines, like the scribblings of a mentally ill person, which makes people feel dizzy and dizzy just looking at it.
After he finished writing, he was sweating profusely and mentally exhausted. It was as if he had been working nonstop for three days and three nights. He slept until the afternoon of the next day. In the middle of the day, he was so startled that the female nurse thought it was a sudden illness and called the chief doctor. After checking but with no results, he could only excuse himself by using the excuse of staying up all night reading last night.
It is even more difficult to record the secret history scriptures without power. As soon as Watson had this idea, the moth in his skull immediately fluttered its wings desperately to stop it. It seemed that as long as he tried to write down the secret, he would incur consequences. Come to an extremely terrifying existence!
Even now in Mansu, as long as he has such thoughts, that kind of ominous fear will immediately envelope him.
He could only reveal the source of the information in an indirect way: "The Secret History."
Secret History——When Mary heard this word with a profound meaning, she suddenly understood.
If it was the secret history, it would all make sense... because the secret history was actually the direction she had been trying to find.
Two years ago, she received a telegram from her father in London, telling her to come to the Wrangham Hotel to meet him. The telegram was full of the love between father and daughter after a long separation. She was still impressed by it. However, when she rushed to the hotel overnight, At that time, there was no sign of his father at all. The hotel owner said that there was indeed a Captain Morstan who had returned from Bharat, but he never came back after going out the night before.
At that time, she thought that her father might have gone to dinner with his old comrades and was so drunk that he did not return.
But she later waited in the hotel for three full days with no news from her father. The owner of the hotel suggested that she call the police, and she did. She spent a lot of money to publish a missing person notice, but there was still no news... She was desperate and had no way out. She began to rummage through her father's luggage left in the hotel, trying to find any clues.
She opened her father's wooden suitcase, but there were only some clothes and books in it. There was a locked wooden box hidden in the corner of the box. She hired a locksmith to open it, and saw several strange stone sculptures. The stone sculptures were all three-dimensional. The image has eyes, four arms, disheveled hair, and a long snake around its neck.
Captain Morstan is stationed in Bharat all year round, but whenever he returns home on vacation, he will tell his daughter what he has seen there. Mary Morstan knows that the shapes of these stone statues are exactly the three main gods in the myth of Bharat - Shiva.
The carvings of these Shiva statues are rough and the surface is dim and green, but they give people an unimaginable ancient feeling, as if they were passed down from hundreds or even thousands of years ago.
Their weird postures seem to be dancing, and they seem to contain some ancient dance steps.
Mary Morstan has been practicing ballet dancing since she was a child. She couldn't help but begin to imitate the dance steps symbolized by the sculpture... But when she imitated the initial posture of the Shiva statue, she was shocked to find that her body was no longer under control. !
It was like the thin strings of a puppet hanging from the void, connected to her limbs, controlling her to dance proudly.
She couldn't help but feel horrified, but she couldn't regain control of her body. She couldn't even call for help. She could only watch her body dance on its own... This strange dance that should be incomplete was completed unknowingly.
However, as the dance progressed, her toes tapped the ground and her body spun in the air. She felt light and comfortable.
When the dance ended, she already knew the secret of thunder, and the secret scriptures that beat like a heart were stored in her skull.
"Colonel Schultan..."
Mary Morstan murmured the name, and a thunderous beat vibrated in her heart, but she still controlled her emotions and pursed her lips to smile.
"Mr. Watson, this news from you has really solved a problem that has been confusing me. I really don't know how I can repay your kindness?"
"You are exaggerating, but I do have a question I would like to ask you... Can you teach me how to exert 'influence'?"
"I see, it's just a trivial matter. Listen to me..."
Mary Morstan's lips came close to John Watson's ear, and the moths around her suddenly gathered together to form a wrapping circle. Between the mottled shadows of their wings, their faces seemed to be touching each other.
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When Mary Morstan woke up, the sky was still shrouded in night. Her mind had been trained to the point where she could wake up immediately after finishing her dream walk, without continuing to sleep until morning.
She lives in an apartment building near the Strip Club, which is also the property of the club owner, Ms. Sulochana. Every night when the club is open, dancers like them only need to step out of the door and walk through the three-meter wide Laneway, you can enter the back of the stage.
Although working as a dancer in the club is well paid and the salary is quite high, Mary's room is still very simple and plain, with no extravagant and extravagant decorations. Apart from the bed and wardrobe, there are only large round tables with marble surfaces and exquisite birds. In the cat nest with a cage and a bamboo basket, the canary in the cage has fallen asleep standing up, and the plump British shorthair cat under the cage is also sleeping soundly.
She stood up gently, her eyes able to see through the darkness without lighting the lamp.
She came to the heavy round table, touched the edge of the smooth marble table with her slender fingers, and suddenly used force to turn the entire marble slab over. There was a gap dug out on the back of the stone slab, which was filled with a thick notebook.
Mary Morstan opened the page and saw many names written on the page. After the names, there were also military ranks such as captain, lieutenant, and private. It seemed that this was a list of military personnel.
Her delicate jade fingers crossed the names drawn by black lines, and finally stopped at a name circled in red - Colonel Sholto.
Mary Morstan was silent. She closed her notebook and sat cross-legged on the carpet on the ground.
She followed Ms. Surochana's teachings, keeping her spine and head straight, her long flexible legs bent and placed on the opposite thigh, her heels close to her abdomen, and her soles facing the sky. Her shoulders and arms relaxed naturally, and her elbows were slightly Bend your palms and place them on your knees, with your palms facing the sky, your thumbs and index fingers interlocked, and the other three fingers naturally relaxed and stretched to condense the seal of wisdom.
This posture is called Badma Asana, also translated as Lotus Seat. It is an ancient yoga method originating from the river basin.
Mary Morstan slowed down her breathing and meditated by sitting quietly. Her thoughts calmed down and penetrated deeply into her soul body, allowing her to see the three phases of heart, moth and enlightenment swirling inside.
She recited the ancient transformation mantra taught by Ms. Surochana in her consciousness. Her fair and porcelain skin melted like wax when heated, gradually dripping from her body to the ground, turning into a pool of milky white. of viscous liquid.
But the art of transformation was still operating, and the pool of wax melted from Mary's skin began to squirm and grow, undulating like waves, and gradually condensed into the shape of an animal with an empty interior, with a slightly rounded head and slender limbs... It was like Cat-like form.
When the construction of the outer frame was completed, the skin liquid flowed to fill the gaps on the surface. The cat shape, which originally had only a layer of milky white skin, began to grow dark hair, blue vertical pupils and sharp claws that shone with cold light!
The shiny black cat stretched out and let out a lazy meow. There was a cunning agility in its blue eyes, and then it nimbly jumped onto the window sill and jumped into the thick darkness. of night.
The pale-blooded Mary Morstan had her head drooped, as if she was asleep or dead.
You once again invest enough money to add fuel to the church's lamp. His brilliance will be even greater than before. The door in his pupils will continue to open. You push open the colorless door and step deeper into his head. The room... Just like digging for gold in the sand, picking grains from the shells, and extracting blood from the water, you may be able to find some interesting things among the garbage on the floor.