Chapter 20 Female Leader Yiwei

Arthur looked at the cold and noble exquisite face behind the table, and suddenly felt dry in his mouth and tongue, and couldn't help but stick out his tongue to lick his cracked lips.

He couldn't help but fantasize... There must be a very contrasting erotic charm!

Thinking of this, Arthur swallowed another mouthful of saliva, and his Adam's apple moved and gurgled.

"Hehe, this charming lady, please rest assured!"

Arthur rubbed his hands, and a lustful and obscene smile appeared on his face, and a greasy light flashed across his red wine trough nose.

However, his self-righteous show-off only caused the cold and beautiful lady to sneer contemptuously, without even looking at him, and still talking to the disabled guy next to her.

Arthur was immediately angry. This woman is so bold! You know, no one has ever been able to ignore the masculine charm of this uncle! It's never been! ! !

A ferocious arc rose at the corner of his mouth, hum! Uncle Arthur hates those who don't know how to behave. He wanted to have an emotional union, but now he has to use force!

He waved his hand and swept down the two large glasses of beer on the table in front of him. He propped his hands on the table and roared with a ferocious face:

"Stinky bitch, don't be shameless. I'll let you experience what a round-robin battle is!"

The other three companions smiled obscenely when they heard the boss's words, and they were eager to try.

The drinkers next to them just watched indifferently, whispered in private, and some even showed excitement to watch the battle.

The disabled man at the side spoke up, but his tone was trembling with fear: "Wait... this... big brother, we are just passing by here to chat, not intentionally offending... How about this, how about I pay you brothers to go to another place to drink?"

"Pay?"

Arthur's red eyes glared at the coward who was trembling under his pressure, while the other party's eyes wandered, looking left and right but not daring to look him in the eye.

The cold and beautiful woman's face was already livid, as if her face was really condensed with frost.

"Hahaha!"

Arthur laughed loudly, "Brothers, did you hear that? This cowardly little white face actually wants to use money to deal with our Bloody Gang!"

The three companions behind him immediately laughed noisily, and their words were full of ridicule.

"Hahaha, what a waste!"

"Do you think our Bloody Gang are the street thugs?! Can we get rid of them with a little money?!"

"Bah, you are a delicate and tender little white face, let me teach you a lesson."

Arthur crossed his arms in front of his chest, "Then I want to see how much money you can take out to avoid disaster. If the amount is considerable enough, you can watch from the side when we fight this girl in a round-robin battle~"

"Don't worry, big brother, the amount will definitely satisfy you."

The disabled boy showed an awkward flattering smile on his face, and his only healthy right hand slowly reached for the inner pocket of his windbreaker, as if he wanted to take money out of it.

The cold and beautiful woman was already gritting her teeth, staring at her assistant in disbelief.

Then...the disabled boy took out a weapon flashing with a cold light from his arms!

Arthur's pupils immediately shrank to the size of a pinhole. He opened his big mouth full of alcohol and wanted to shout "Be careful", but before the words reached his throat, his world had already fallen into the eternal darkness of cold and dead silence...

Bang, bang, bang--deafening gunshots rang out!

Even if Watson held it with one hand, he was enough to fire four shots in an instant.

Four bright and dazzling blood flowers bloomed in the Black Crow Bar. Under the four flying hat brims, in the four bright red holes, an unknown dirty liquid like rotten tomatoes fried with stinky egg whites splashed out.

Huh--Watson blew away the remaining smoke from the muzzle and pressed the revolver that the female detective had just taken out of her arms.

"Professional things should be left to professionals... Detective is your strong point, but killing is also my strong point."

Watson's tone was understated, but Holmes could clearly feel that his fingertips that touched his skin were trembling slightly. Was it due to the recoil? Or the excitement after killing?

The female detective couldn't help but look sideways. From her angle, she could only see Watson's right face. His face was slightly red, as if he was tipsy. But his eyes blinked a little too frequently... Was he nervous or depressed?

But in fact, the moment Watson pulled the trigger, his head exploded like a bell, and the world in his eyes began to become abnormal, with dots of blurred light spots like mosquitoes.

The light spots became clear in an instant. It turned out to be small fluttering moths, climbing up from the beer cup, flying from the audience's collar, and coming out of the spectators' hair...

They danced and circled in the Black Crow Bar, as if whispering secretly, as if rejoicing and joyful, as if chasing the light...

Then they gathered in groups and condensed into the shape of spears, and suddenly rushed towards Watson!

Watson remained calm and let the crazy moths penetrate his left pupil and break into his head.

He could sense these illusory moths burning in his head like fire, and the burnt bodies fell down, falling right on the incomprehensible scripture deep in his consciousness.

The original obscure scripture's true meaning suddenly became clear, and some of the hieroglyphs seemed to be releasing chaotic light!

The light fell on Watson's mind, and he felt his consciousness spasming. He couldn't help wanting to throw off his clothes and expose his body, but this time his will was not completely defeated by this alien desire, he just loosened his collar, as if he was excited and hot.

The light fell on Watson's left eye, and he felt uncontrollable itching. There seemed to be something growing wildly in the lens. It was difficult to resist with willpower. He could only relieve the symptoms by blinking hard.

The strangeness faded away like a tide. Watson opened his eyes suddenly, and a penetrating light of green like emerald beads seemed to burst out from the depths of his left pupil!

His vision suddenly became chaotic, with the left side being the clearest, the middle second, and the right side slightly blurry.

Watson squinted his right eye slightly and focused on his left pupil, and found that the whole world had become completely clear. The light from the chandelier above was so dazzling and alluring, and the dirt on the teeth of the stunned drinker ten meters away was so bright. It is so obvious that the wings of passing mosquitoes beat so slowly...

"Could this be the power contained in the secret scriptures?!"

"But when did I analyze the true meaning of the scripture?!"

A series of questions ran through Watson's mind. He looked at the bloody gang members slowly falling in front of him and speculated:

"It was at the moment when I killed these four villains that I was able to trigger the vision inside my skull."

"So, the key to deciphering the true meaning of the scriptures, or should I say, practicing the secret transmission, lies in my previous actions..."

"Is it to show weakness to the enemy? Is it a sudden sneak attack? Or is it pure killing..."

Watson couldn't understand it, but there seemed to be divine help from somewhere. A certain light of wisdom suddenly appeared in his skull, and he suddenly understood.

"It's fraud!"

"Fraud is the rule of the moth!"

"And my actions of showing weakness to the enemy and pretending to be a coward are exactly in line with the principles of deception. Therefore, I can reveal part of the true meaning of the secret scriptures and obtain part of the mysterious power hidden in the secret scriptures!"

"That's it, I understand, I understand, I understand!!!"

Watson laughed maniacally deep inside.

The surrounding drinkers also recovered from the shock after a few seconds of absolute silence. Screams, discussions, and cheers came one after another, making it so noisy that the Black Crow Bar seemed to be overturned.

Amidst such commotion, a hooded woman in black ran down from the upstairs of the Black Crow Bar. She roared loudly:

"Who! Dare to shoot in the Black Crow Bar?!!"

Her words brought with them the pressure of a superior, and the bar immediately fell silent. All the drinkers turned their heads and looked at the table in the corner in tacit agreement.

The woman who was suspected to be the owner of the Black Crow Bar looked along the gazes of the drinkers and saw four bloody gangsters who had fallen to the ground and could not get up. At the same time, with her sharp vision like an eagle, she also spotted the unconscious herself next to her. The bartender and the security guard collapsed outside the door.

She shook her head slowly. It seemed that she had been busy investigating the conspiracy under the foggy city recently, and had really neglected the management of gang relations. These bold and arrogant gangsters had forgotten the sharpness of the black crow's wings and dared to come here. Trouble... It seems it's time for Jacob to take action to clean up the nearby gangs.

By the way, let’s also restore the security of the bar. The leisure days in recent months have numbed the nerves of the owner of Black Crow Bar. She only canceled the secret sentry around the bartender and the brothers in front of the door last week... I didn’t expect the troublemaker to be so Quickly spot the opportunity and come to the door. Although there may be instructions from the enemy cult behind this, it seems that the killing is not harsh enough, and the fear has not been deeply imprinted in the bones of the surrounding gang leaders... So, just Let my good brother vent his inner violence to his heart's content. I think his fingers haven't tasted blood for a long time.

She looked at the bar calmly, time seemed to slow down, and the world seemed to fade away in her eyes. In the black and white vision, there were only pools of bright red or bright yellow light shining - those were blood stains and The manifestation of footprints.

The situation on the field seemed chaotic, but the specific situation was understood in an instant.

As soon as she rolled her eyes, the angry look on her face was replaced by a hearty laugh.

She walked towards the corner, spat as she passed the four still hot corpses, and then gave a thumbs up to the disabled man who had not yet put away his gun.

"Well done!"

"I, Evie Frye, admire a man like you who has the courage to stand up for women!"

"Drinks are free tonight! Come and drink as much as you like!!!"

Yeah - the onlookers shouted to the sky, raised their wine glasses to the sky, and then drank from it.

Seeing that the visitor was not malicious, Watson safely put the revolver back into the concealed gun bag under his ribs.

The proprietress of the Black Crow Bar has also filled three large glasses of clear beer and walked towards Watson.

She put the wine glass on the table and pulled a chair to sit together. "I'll treat you two to a drink."

The female detective and her assistant nodded in unison, "Thank you."

After the landlady sat down, she lifted the hood of the jet black leather windbreaker, and Watson was able to see the other party's true face clearly - her dark flaxen hair was tied into a braid, her eyebrows were light and curved like willows, and her blue pupils were There is a rational light shining in her face, and there are playful freckles on both sides of her nose.

The boss's wife wore clothes that were as tight as leather armor, and tight-fitting breeches that outlined the round and strong curvature of her thighs. Her figure was as strong as a vigorous cheetah, and she looked very explosive.

"The two of them look quite unfamiliar. They must not be from East London, right?"

The female detective replied: "Yes, we came here actually to find traces of a man. He may have purchased a house and lived in East London in the past few days. We are planning to entrust your help to investigate, but your bartender …”

She glanced at the bartender who had fallen to the ground and had not yet woken up, and did not continue.

Ivy said confidently: "Meeting is fate! Just leave this matter to our Black Crow Gang, no need for compensation, just consider it as making friends!"

Watson, who had just solved the mystery of the secret teachings, felt very happy. Seeing Ivy so heroic, he exclaimed: "Miss Ivy is so straightforward!"

He raised his glass high to face the charming lights and faced the young and beautiful gang leader.

"Come on! Miss Ivy, I, Watson, toast you a glass!"

"Hahaha, Mr. Watson, I toast you a glass too!"

The two of them clinked their glasses, and the beer in the glasses raised tiny waves, and the waves collided fiercely between the glasses like a strong handshake.

"How should I contact you after finding the clues?"

"221B Baker Street-Sherlock Holmes Detective Agency."

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Early in the morning of the next day, it was still dawn, and Watson was exercising with his own weight when he heard a hurried knock on the door.

Watson opened the door and saw that the person who came was a short and tender child, just as tall as his waist.

"Excuse me, Mr. Watson?"

"Yes, what can I do for you?"

"Sister Evie asked me to bring you a message, saying that she has found a clue and asked you to go to the Black Crow Bar as soon as possible."

There is actually no mention of fraud in the moth's code, but from the content of the work of talking to the moth apprentice in the game, it is assumed that fraud is related to the moth.