Chapter 82 Plan Launch
The owner of the club seemed to be a woman in her late twenties, thirties, forties, or sixties or seventies.
Her skin is fair and firm, like that of an untouched twenty-eight-year-old girl, like flawless white jade, and her texture contains active youth.
Although she was just strolling along, her graceful waist showed all kinds of charm. Her grace and grace seemed to be like a beautiful blooming red flower, with bright petals stained with drops of dew.
But those eyes that never seem to close hide the vicissitudes of life, like an old man who has seen through the world of mortals.
Ms. Sulochana sat on an ancient wooden chair carved like a phoenix perched on a sycamore. Her plump red lips raised a faint charming arc, but her beautiful eyes were shining with a blazing and cold light, as if it was spring. The white snow melts, and the melting snow reflects the sunlight like a mirror.
"Long time no see, Mr. Watson."
The owner of the Shedding Club spoke in a gentle tone, but Watson could not suppress his own trembling at the moment. It was the instinctive awe for higher-level creatures deep in his blood. The ancestors in the past called it the awe of God.
When he heard the mysterious lady's words, he didn't show too much surprise on his face, but his mind was quickly recalling when and where he had met this lady whom he would never forget.
The answer came to his mind almost instantly, and Watson already understood it in his heart - when he first came to the Shedding Club, he was rejected. When he was leaving in the car, he seemed to have looked back and saw a group of people hidden in the club. The terrifying deep darkness, now that I think about it, that unknown darkness is none other than Ms. Sulochana in front of me!
He lowered his head in respect and awe, "Long time no see, Ms. Sulochana."
Ms. Surochana admired the wit of this little moth very much. She smiled lightly and looked at her beloved disciple.
"I heard from little Mary that there is an unusual moth living in your skull?"
Mary Morstan faced her mentor's gaze and added: "Mentor, as I mentioned to you before, this Mr. Watson met me in the Mansu Woodland and provided me with important clues for revenge. I took it upon myself to teach Mr. Watson the secret method of inducing the Principle to exert its 'influence'... However, no matter how hard we tried, we were unable to rouse the moth in Mr. Watson's skull."
"So, I want to ask for your help."
Watson echoed, "Yes."
"Do you mind letting me check it out?"
Ms. Surochana's words seemed like questions, but they were filled with unquestionable certainty. She stretched out her palm and turned it downwards, her meaning now very clear.
Watson came to the club owner, kneeled on one knee but did not touch the ground, and slowly lowered his head.
He felt an extremely cold palm touch the top of his head, and the cold breath stimulated him to shiver physiologically. But in an instant, his scalp was as hot as burning coals. The burning pain made him tremble, and his nose seemed to be able to There was a burning smell, and a burning sound seemed to be heard in the ears.
His eyes were slightly lowered, but he kept trying to observe Sulochana's expression with his peripheral vision. When he saw that Sulochana's eyes were still open, he was frowning, and the blazing light in his pupils seemed to be dimmed, like dark clouds. It floats to cover the scorching sun, and it is like a heavenly dog barking and biting the sun disk.
And Watson has been paying attention to the situation in the soul body, but he has never felt anything strange. The moth in his skull is still curled up, the blade phase is always ready to move, and the withered cup phase is completely silent. Lying in the corner.
But in his mind, Ms. Sulochana's lazy and magnetic voice suddenly sounded, "I see..."
"If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Watson's secret message about the moth should not have been obtained through seeing books or secret objects, but directly receiving a gift from someone in the forest, right?"
Watson replied truthfully: "Yes, you are absolutely right."
The owner of the Shedding Club retracted his palm, smiled slightly and said to the little moth who raised his head in confusion: "Your moth phase has reached the perfect limit of the first stage. It's time to advance to the next stage."
Faced with Ms. Sulochana's obvious change of subject, Watson did not ask further questions. But when others deliberately conceal the truth, no matter how much questioning is done, it will be useless.
He turned to ask: "How can I obtain the secret of promotion to the second-level moth? Where should I look for it? Please give me some advice."
"Well, according to the normal procedure, you should really look for the next thing that contains Si Chen's secret at this moment...Oliflame Auction House is a good place to go. Little Mary will tell you the specific address later."
Sulochana then changed the subject, "But now there is a more suitable way for you -"
When the club owner said this, she suddenly paused. She glanced meaningfully at the little mothman in front of her, "A way you should already know the direction."
Watson only felt that the other person's gaze suddenly became intense, like the first cold dawn light in winter, bone-deep and golden.
Dots of snow-like metal ashes seemed to float out of the corner of his vision. The iron ashes floated in front of his eyeballs and exploded silently. The gray and white frost and snow melted into a dazzling golden red. Liquid like molten gold poured into Watson's eyes, directly It spread into his skull, flowed through the folds of his brain, and flowed into his consciousness and thinking.
Watson's thoughts also went straight back to the source along the river of molten gold. He traveled upstream as if traveling through time, and seemed to be able to glimpse a deeply incomplete secret.
In the ancient wilderness, at the source of the original stream, there was a palace or crown made of coral. All streams and oceans in the world started from here. This was the source of all waters, the source of all streams, and the source of all seas. .
However, one day, the ancestors holding sacrifices held up the blood-stained cinnabar stone cup and poured the thick glue-like liquid in the cup into the source of the stream and sea. The color of joy was like thick ink, and the red palace dyed the crown. The ocean streams began to roll up and dry up for the first time, and the first drop of blood seemed to be about to appear... But there was a huge moth lurking in the mountains in the distance. The moth knew that this was not the case. The moth flapped its wings and the moth turned, stealing cilia. Shaking and twisting, the cinnabar stone cup couldn't help but shake... The secret ended abruptly.
The coldness of the molten gold suppressed the restlessness of the mind, and the gold flow retreated and swept away the secrets. However, the restrained moth in the skull was trembling slightly, as if it was murmuring in a dream, and it seemed to be nodding.
There was only a moment of recollection left in Watson's mind. He felt that he had just glimpsed the secret of the cup and the moth, but he could not remember the details... This may be the kindness of the club owner. In this world, sometimes ignorance is happiness. .
The method you already know... Watson chewed on the information revealed by the club owner, and he looked inside his head at the cup that was withered and haggard due to the greedy sucking of moths.
Watson had already understood. He stood up with gratitude on his face, bowed sincerely and said, "I understand! Thank you for your help. I will keep this kindness in my heart. If you need anything, you can use me." Please tell me the place so that I can repay your kindness.”
After hearing this, Ms. Sulochana just smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you bear this favor in vain. When necessary in the future, I will definitely let little Mary contact you."
Watson looked at Mary Morstan, who also had a smile in her eyes.
He nodded slightly and said, "Okay, then I will wait for the news about Miss Mary."
After Watson finished speaking, he bowed and thanked him, then stood up and left... The way to get promoted, the purpose of his trip had been achieved, and now it was time to return to the apartment he rented after leaving the Sherlock Holmes Detective Agency.
His quarrel and breakup with the female detective was not only a covert plan against Winfrey Morgan, but also a covert plan against Charlotte Holmes.
At that time, Watson specifically asked the female detective to show decisiveness, expel him from the detective agency, and not to meet or contact him in any public place until the task was completed... This suggestion won Charlotte's heart, and she Thinking about it, Winfreth must be a thoughtful person if he hides it so deeply. When dealing with such a cautious suspect, he must be careful not to reveal any traces.
But Watson suggested this not only to prevent the Winfres gang from discovering clues, but also to prevent Charlotte from discovering clues-discovering his connection to the hidden world.
After he left the detective station, he was like a fish returning to the sea, a dragon being born, and a tiger entering the mountains.
He finally managed to escape the sight of the female detective and hide himself in the shadow of this cold city.
You can finally start your real plan! A plan to delve into the hidden world!
Scratching my head, the next chapter will be posted at noon