Chapter 17 The Dance of the Moth

Eight o'clock in the evening, the molting club.

Watson still remembered the reminder from the kind-hearted person he met during the day, and set off early with Holmes.

Unexpectedly, when they arrived at the street near the molting club, they encountered a rare traffic jam in London.

When they arrived at the street where the molting club was located, a long queue had already formed at the door. The identities of the guests were quite complicated, including well-dressed British gentlemen, glamorous and graceful ladies, ordinary office workers, and hardworking dock workers...

These people from different classes were all so harmoniously waiting in line.

Watson, who witnessed this scene, couldn't help but wonder, what is the charm of this molting club?

When Victor drove the carriage past the door of the molting club, Watson saw such a long queue and thought that he might have come in vain tonight.

But he was unwilling to miss it, and he looked at the open mahogany door, thinking that even if he couldn't enter, he would at least take a look at its internal structure, so that it would not be a wasted trip.

However, when his eyes passed through the dense crowd of people, bypassed the strong doorman with bulging waists, and passed through the open door... he could only see deep darkness, as if this door was not the passage to the singing and dancing nightclub, but the bottomless stomach of a giant beast.

Victor had just found a gap to park the car, and before they got out of the car, a gentleman in a white shirt and black trousers suddenly walked out of the shadows where the street lights could not illuminate. He was tall and thin, and his thin clothes seemed to be completely unaffected by the cold wind of the autumn night, and his waist was as straight as a proud peacock.

He seemed to be Greek, with slightly dark skin, curly black hair combed neatly, eyes as blue as the Mediterranean, and it was hard to tell whether he was young or middle-aged. He had the vigor of a young man and the charm of a mature man.

The Greek man put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly. It was such a simple gesture, but it was difficult to imitate elegance.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Holmes?"

The female detective nodded slightly, "Who are you?"

"I am Agerdistis, the manager of the undressing club. The seats you reserved are ready. Please follow me."

The female detective and her assistant looked at each other.

Holmes: "What's the matter? Did you use my father's name to make a big deal during the day?"

Watson shook his head: "No."

Holmes glanced at his assistant suspiciously, cleared his throat and put on the aristocratic etiquette, "Lead the way."

The two followed Agyestis and stepped into the bloody door in the envious eyes of the people in line, and walked into a dark and deep straight corridor. At the end of the corridor was a huge screen that blocked the view outside.

Watson realized that his previous judgment was wrong. It turned out that there was not pure darkness behind this door.

The ceiling above the head sprinkled a faint light that seemed to be there and not there. The ceiling light style seemed to be specially designed. The lamp body was hidden on the ceiling. The light was cut and weakened by the curtain. It was dim as if it could only reach the corridor through layers of obstacles.

When customers pass through this corridor, they will unconsciously have a sense of mystery and expectation of groping forward along the faint moonlight in the dark night.

This surprised Watson a little. This ingenious design is almost the same as the nightclubs of later generations. It is an invention across the ages.

He also felt that the faint silver light was quite familiar. It seemed that he had seen it somewhere before. Could it be the same style as the nightclubs of later generations?

It was not until he walked through the corridor that he suddenly realized that this wisp of fragmented light was exactly the same as the cold moonlight that penetrated the swaying tree shadows in the forest!

Watson's impression of the strip club and its connection with the mysterious world deepened.

They walked around the steel-watered screen that looked like a dense bush before they officially stepped into the interior of this secret nightclub.

To Watson's surprise, the actual strip club was very different from the seductive picture on the small card. It was not a noisy strip dance place, but more like a quiet and comfortable bar.

There was a faint but not dim light in the venue, and there were scattered booths far apart, so that the privacy of customers could be protected from the prying of neighbors.

The bar counter was placed in the shadow of the corner. A young and handsome guy was busy silently. The waiters were also handsome young men.

In front of the seats was a spacious stage. At this moment, the blood-red curtain was lowered. It seemed that the performance had not yet begun.

Agdestis took them to a remote corner, from which they could see the whole scene.

"This is the seat reserved for you two. What would you like to drink?"

Watson replied casually: "Beer."

"Then I also drink beer."

Both of them did not forget that the original intention of this trip was to investigate the clues of Harris's disappearance case. They must keep their heads clear and not consume too much alcohol. As for why they ordered beer... This is not even considered alcohol in Great Britain, but an everyday drink, no different from water.

Agdestis smiled and bowed slightly, "Then I will leave for the time being. You two enjoy the performance."

"Wait!" Watson stretched out his hand to stop the club manager who was about to leave.

He knew very well that he had no reservation when he came during the day and was even turned away. Why did the other party say that they had already made a reservation?

The club manager seemed to have guessed what he was going to say next. He put his index finger on his lips like a hiss and said softly: "I know you two must have doubts in your hearts, but please watch the performance first and I will answer it later."

After saying that, Agdistis melted into the shadows as quickly as he came and disappeared without a trace, like a ghost.

As soon as the other party left, the female detective asked eagerly:

"Are you really not the seat you reserved?"

Watson slowly shook his head, "This is also the first time I've heard of this club. When I came during the day, I was rejected. Besides, it's not my turn to reserve a seat, which is obviously a privilege reserved for VIP members."

Holmes frowned slightly, "It seems that this club is indeed a little weird, and maybe it is actually related to the disappearance of my cousin."

Watson took a sip of the beer just delivered by the waiter, "It's really weird, but according to what the manager said, we can only ask after the show is over."

Bang——

While the two were talking, the red curtain of the stage slowly opened, and the sound of drumming was as powerful as thunder, and the drumbeats were as tight as the beating of a restless heart.

The drummer was none other than the club manager, Mr. Agdistis.

The sound of the drums was like a marching horn, and the musicians responded one after another, playing a symphony as passionate as a violent thunderstorm.

At this time, the curtain was completely lifted, and there were several graceful and beautiful dancers standing on the stage. They were all wearing empty and thin clothes, revealing their beautiful and graceful figures, and their milky white skin was shining under the stage lights. There were sparkling waves.

They have different postures, either standing together as if meditating, or spreading their arms as if spreading wings, or holding fists and chests as if repenting, or bending over and bending their knees as if working, or supporting their heads with their arms as if sleeping... Even their expressions There are also differences in each one, whether it is compassion, joy, pain, hard work, or madness...

But they are all still, like lifelike sculptures.

Bang, bang bang bang——

As Agdistis' agitation resounded violently, the dancers dropped their stillness and danced joyfully, looking forward to the glory.

One of the most outstanding performers was a petite dancer. Her dancing movements looked left and right as if she was searching. Her big blue eyes were full of agility, and she glanced back and forth with a sly look, which made her look weird.

When her eyes glanced at the remote seat in the corner, Watson's eyes happened to meet hers, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated like a wild horse running wildly, and his muscles trembled as if he had been struck by lightning.

Time seemed to be stagnant, space seemed to have stopped, and only the female dancer who was smiling and looking forward was left in Watson's eyes, and an indescribable strange electric current trembled in his heart.

But this is by no means the bud of lust, but some wonderful feeling of being connected by the same blood...

Watson murmured in his heart:

"moth……"

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