Chapter 313 Esoteric Society
But in fact, the conversation between the dancer and the strange bird happened many days ago.
When they were talking that night, a certain famous female detective was planning an operation in a remote river bend.
No one knows exactly what was discussed between the dancer and the strange bird, what kind of deal was made, or what kind of feelings were paid - the content of the conversation may only be known to the parties involved and the mysterious and powerful club owner. .
But if you ask the gorgeous female dancer Mary Morstan about this matter, even if she will not give a clear answer, she will definitely deny the last possibility-that there has never been an emotional connection between her and Mr. John. !
Although Mary did not deny that she did have a good impression of Mr. John in her heart, this good feeling actually came very suddenly and bizarrely.
Just like when our eyes met accidentally on that first night at the club, sparks of some kind of strange passion burst out between the four eyes, and the seeds of inexplicable and wonderful feelings took root quietly and deeply.
This completely unreasonable good impression made Mary feel extremely vigilant. She knew well the horror of the hidden world. The human heart is the most hidden and difficult thing to interfere with under the body.
However, whether it is the spiritual influence of the evolution of secretly transmitted mana, or the power of Si Chen stolen through dreamwalking/ritual invitation, it can silently penetrate into human hearts and subtly distort their true thoughts, so that the prodigal can Looking back, the schemer regains his innocence, the thief devotes himself to sacrifice, and the selfish man sacrifices himself.
She once asked her mentor about this matter, but in the end the mentor just sang the lyrics of an ancient Greek drama softly: "The power of fate is so terrible It cannot be bought by money, overcome by force, blocked by walls, or broken by waves. The black ship can avoid it!"
Destiny... At that time, the female dancer murmured this terrible term thoughtfully, and she thought in her heart:
"Is my mentor suggesting that I am destined to marry John Watson?"
"Just like Si Chen's decision, is the marriage between me and John also an established fact that has been decided?!"
"I don't believe it! I don't want to! I never agree!!!"
Mary Morstan would never want her fate to be decided by others, even if the judge was the supreme Si Chen! ! !
She has no free time and is not interested in participating in the love story between a crazy man and a resentful woman. She is very busy and she does not have enough time!
She needs to complete the dance practice of the old and new forms, needs to perform the ancient dance through the dream forest, and needs to control the avatar to go to the dangerous secret realm to complete the dance necessary for transformation.
And not long ago, her mentor revealed to her a piece of shocking news that could shock the entire hidden world - a certain immortal is about to meet his destined end, and there will soon be a wealthy seat in the sky! ! !
This strengthened the female dancer's inner belief - I must work harder to dance, I must climb to a higher level, I must fulfill the instructor's expectations, and awaken the fifth and sixth marks through dance. , The seventh mark!
I must complete the unfinished regrets for my mentor, and use the dance method and the final form to cross the three-pointed gate majestically! ! !
However, John Watson, who seems to also know that I am destined to be married to him... can actually make good use of it.
There is a moth in his skull that contains unknown secrets in his consciousness. There must be some extremely profound secret hidden in his body, and his moth's magical power seems to be unprecedentedly magical.
It's rare that a bodyguard comes to my door. Maybe it's the talent I need most - after awakening the fifth mark, I have to go to the secret place where I perform dance, but it is far more dangerous than the previous secret place where I performed dance!
I need a protector to protect my mimetic incarnation when I go to the tombs where the Shadowless Kings are buried... John Watson, this person is obviously an excellent cannon fodder and thug!
So even though it was obvious that John Watson was just pretending to break up with Charlotte Holmes and hanging out in the Slough Club every week as if he was drinking to drown his sorrows, Mary Morstan was willing to talk to him and answer his questions.
But in fact, that soft and charming posture is just her disguise - as a dancer who once worked hard alone in this cold city, Mary is used to the sinister intrigues and intrigues behind the scenes of actors, and is also deeply aware of the evil behind the literary and art industry. Darkness enters the eye.
She is good at camouflage and hiding, and is good at using her appearance to deal with the stormy winds and butterflies, but she can still maintain an elegant and pure posture that can only be seen from a distance but not played with. She is as white and flawless as she grew up in the mud. Qinglian.
She had been alone, she had experienced suffering and cold eyes, and she had to learn how to protect herself.
Charm is her gorgeous foundation, and fragility is her protective color, just like the luxurious and gorgeous wings of a dancing butterfly.
Mary looked at the strange skinny bird that gradually disappeared into the night. Her brows bloomed with uncontrollable joy, and her smile was as beautiful as a flower.
"John Watson, after this incident, the connection between you and me will become closer."
"In order to repay my favor, you will have to enter the tombs of the Shadowless Kings with me... This is a fate that you cannot escape, but it is a fate that I must give up!!!"
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Emma carefully opened her eyelids, and through the slightly separated slit, she could see Nellobacchus, who was as muscular as a gorilla, sitting in the shadow corner opposite.
The other party seems to have fallen into a true sleep at this moment, the rhythm of breathing is continuous and long, and the frequency of heartbeat is light and soothing... Emma believes that if she can see the light in the skull, then the light in the skull of this stupid big guy in front of her must also be It has been silent and looming, and has long fallen into a sweet dream.
Or he has simply dreamed of going to Mansu - this possibility is relatively low. This stupid guy will definitely not take it so lightly and devote himself to Mansu in front of me.
He must be just dozing off in a light sleep, always on guard against me trying to take advantage of the opportunity to take away the assets at the crossroads and run away!
It had been some time since Emma and Nello left Crossroads Hospital that day.
They followed John Watson's order and sneaked into the dark bottom of the well in the ritual room. Although the underwater environment was as dark as ink, Nellobacchus fumbled for the rocks at the bottom of the well with ease, and it was actually amazing. He found a movable mechanism somewhere and opened an extremely secret secret door. With a slight trembling sound, a secret passage leading to an underground river was suddenly opened!
Emma didn't know until this moment that the seemingly isolated underground headquarters did not have the only entrance and exit on the river bed, and that the deep well that should be filled with awakening water was actually mixed with so much mundane water. No wonder The promotion ceremony that John participated in just now failed and the backlash was so tragic! ! !
The two hurriedly carried a large amount of stolen materials through the secret passage, dived into the extremely cold underground river, and rode the fast underground river water quickly away from the Crossroads Order, which was about to fall completely.
Not long after they left, the secret passage at the bottom of the well collapsed immediately, and the broken stones cleared away the traces of their entry and exit. Then the blood of the moths that buried the secret slowly sank and seeped into the broken stones, some unknown The secretive colors render these gravels that have obviously disintegrated due to external forces. Layers of moss as sticky as ink begin to appear on the stones of different sizes. The black moss from Mansu begins to camouflage the bottom of the well.
The essential shape of the thing has not changed, but it has been given different feedback messages from the five senses - in other people's visual perception, the bottom of the well is a circle of hard stone walls as natural as nature; in other people's tactile perception, the well is like a circle of hard stone walls. The bottom is a circle of stone walls that feel smooth as if they have been polished;
The anti-suppression bureau personnel who cleaned up and investigated after the war were completely unable to find any abnormalities at the bottom of the well. They only thought that this was a well with no source. The bottom of the well was smooth and flawless, as if it had been carefully polished, and there were no gaps or protrusions that could be touched at all. Even if a consultant is hired to dim the glow lighting, nothing unusual can be found - it seems there is nothing suspicious here, so please report this to Commander Miss Charlotte.
But if they wait patiently for a while, until the moth blood that buries the secret completely loses its activity and mana, they will find that there is a secret escape tunnel that has broken and collapsed at the bottom of the once flawless well! ! !
Emma and Nero also used this to successfully escape from the Crossroads Order. The underground river water kept sending them to a certain terrain that was marked in advance - the river channel ahead was too narrow to accommodate normal-sized humans.
They were all secret messengers with strange skills. They easily broke through the thin stone wall and entered the city sewer behind the stone wall. The continuous flow of underground sewage swept away their traces, and the two of them disappeared into the rotten and disgusting stench. In the shadows.
But even so, in order to avoid being hunted by the anti-suppression bureau, Emma and Nello did not dare to go out casually. They hid in a dilapidated basement of an abandoned house that even they did not know the specific location. They did not even dare to go out to purchase goods. Food only relies on the abundant mental vitality in the body to maintain the body's operation.
In the basement where the underground doorway collapsed, they were only accompanied by the chattering rats and cockroaches - because they were really bored and had nothing to do, these irritable and noisy little animals had died in this unloved place. The Laughing Girl is in torture.
"Ah, it's boring, it's so boring!!!" Emma shouted in her heart.
Although she was so bored that she almost went crazy, she still maintained a trace of reason. She knew that she was still being hunted by the Anti-Suppression Bureau. Even if she was hiding in the basement, she couldn't take it lightly - the two of them. After staying in this narrow and claustrophobic basement for several days, he didn't even say a word. At most, he tapped the soil with his fingertips and communicated with the universal secret language frequency of the cult.
‘Hey Bacchus, how long are we going to stay here? ! ’
'have no idea. ’
‘Bacchus, aren’t you bored staying here? ’
'not boring. ’
‘Do you know what John’s subsequent plans are? When will he come to rescue us? Is he planning to trick followers of Charlotte Holmes into infiltrating the anti-suppression bureau? ’
'have no idea. ’
'Damn John, this guy is really brave. One of the most dangerous Moth Phase occultists actually dares to lurk next to the investigators of the Anti-Suppression Bureau. Could it be that he also wants to use this to go undercover to enter the Anti-Suppression Bureau, just like he is an undercover agent? Like joining the Order of the Cross? He really deserves to be a mothman! ! ! ’
'have no idea. ’
‘Aside from not knowing, would you say something else? Didn't you graduate from elementary school? Did you only learn the sentence "I don't know"? ! ’
'Um. ’
‘Farke! I can't defeat your whole family! I cannot conquer your mother, I cannot conquer your father, I cannot conquer your grandfather, I cannot conquer your ancestors! ! ! ’
'Oh, I'm an orphan. ’
‘…’
Over the past few days, Emma has been asking Nello questions from time to time - especially after the rats, ants, cockroaches that came and went were tortured to pieces by her, and the frequency of her communication intervals became shorter and shorter.
Unlike her stupid little sister, Clowett, Emma has a bad temper, and her tolerance for intolerable things is even ridiculously poor - and boredom and boredom are obviously the things she can't tolerate the most. thing.
Emma looked up at the dark basement ceiling, imagining whether passers-by happened to be passing by on the ground above, whether the Anti-Suppression Bureau had found their traces, whether the Anti-Suppression Bureau had begun to send ubiquitous investigators to start the search. Their hiding place - she hoped to use the fear of being captured by the prisoners of the Anti-Suppression Bureau to dispel the growing restlessness in her heart, so that she could continue to endure the darkness and comfort.
But the seeds of escape have taken root in her heart, and she can't help but want to pursue freedom. She can't help but think in her heart:
"Why should I obey John Watson's orders and have to stay in this boring basement waiting for his rescue?!"
"Obviously there is an endless vast world outside London, why can't I escape with my own share of rewards?!"
"Why can't I betray John Watson like I betrayed Winfrey?!!!"
"What kind of Mothman am I if I follow the rules and don't betray or rebel?!!!"
Emma's rebellious thoughts of running away with the treasure had already arisen in her heart - at first she was worried that the bone spurs left by John in her head could control her thoughts just like the seeds of loyalty planted by Winfres.
But when the rebellious thoughts arose from the bottom of her heart and quickly spread to fill every corner of her heart, she couldn't feel any resistance from the bone spurs in her head... Could it be that because the distance was too far, even the mysterious John couldn't Is there a way to control our minds through this?
Then I'm already free, so what the hell is the point of me being stuck here for so many days? !
‘Madenello, the imprisonment that John Watson left in our heads has lost its effect. Let’s quickly separate these things on our hands and run away! ’
Nellobacchus, who had been sitting as steady as a rock since entering the basement, moved his body for the first time, hid the treasure that he and Chief Watson had worked so hard to capture behind his back, and picked it up and held it. He picked up two sharp straight blades and replied decisively: 'No! ’
‘Fuck you! ’
Due to being suffocated in a dark and closed environment for a long time, Emma's spirit seems to have reached a certain limit.
Faced with Nello's sudden hostility, a raging unknown fire suddenly burst out in her heart. As soon as she put her finger under the trigger of the lion hunting flintlock gun, she directly cursed:
"Who the hell are you trying to scare?! I'm telling you clearly now, either hand over what is rightfully mine right now and let me go; or you and I will die here!!! "
Nello, who was as calm as a steel ingot, just tapped the blade lightly, "No, you can't take anything away, and you can't leave. This is Chief Watson's order!" ’
"Damn you stupid guy. You were loyal to Winfrey before, and now you are loyal to John Watson. You are such a loyal pug!!!" Emma yelled.
She had resolutely put her index finger on the trigger. The sharp ridges on the inside of the trigger were about to pierce her skin. She finally showed a long-lost smile, "In that case, then——"
Before she could finish her words, a strange and irresistible lethargy came to her mind, and a strange hoarse roar resounded in her skull. Even the moth in her skull flapped its wings desperately and could not get rid of this sudden influence... She had Fainted to the ground.
Emma opened her eyes drowsily, and suddenly realized that she was already in a magnificent building. In front of her was a round table covered with white cloth. The table was filled with fine wine and delicious food. The damn Nellobacchus was sitting on her On the opposite side, but he had already woken up first and was slowly cutting the steak on the dinner plate.
"What the hell is this place?" Emma asked dazedly.
At this moment, an extremely unfamiliar voice sounded from the head of the round table.
"Good evening! Mr. Nero, Ms. Emma."
"Let me introduce myself first. I am Sebastian Watson, son of John Watson."
"According to my father's order, I specially invited you two to come here for dinner, in order to discuss an important matter with you, which is -"
"The secret society we are going to create next."
Finally, it’s time to start a religion!
It took 850,000 words to finally reach the title of this book - I Founded the Esoteric Cult in London!
This five-month book title fraud may also be regarded as the Mothman's fraud. (scratching head sheepishly)