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

He couldn't even help but daydream...it would definitely have a very contrasting erotic charm!

Thinking of this, Arthur swallowed again, his Adam's apple squirming and gurgling.

"Hey, please don't worry about this charming young lady!"

Arthur rubbed his hands, with a lewd and lewd smile on his face, and a greasy light flashed across his big red nose.

However, his self-righteous show off only caused the cold lady to sneer contemptuously. She didn't even look at him and continued to talk to the disabled guy next to her.

Arthur was immediately angry. This woman is so brave! You must know that no one can ignore my male charm! Never! ! !

The corners of his mouth raised in a cruel arc, hum! Uncle Arthur hates guys who don't know how to appreciate people the most. I wanted to get together emotionally, but now I have to use force!

He swept down the two large glasses of beer on the table in front of him with a wave of his hand, placed his hands on the table, and roared with a ferocious expression:

"Smelly bitch, don't be so shameless. I'll let you experience what it means to fight on wheels later!"

When the other three companions heard what the boss said, they all showed obscene smiles and were eager to try.

The drinkers next to them just watched indifferently, whispering privately, and some even showed excitement and eagerness to watch the battle.

The disabled man on the side spoke out, but there was a hint of fear in his tone: "Wait a minute... this... this big brother, the two of us just came in here to have a chat, we didn't mean to offend... Just look at this, How about I pay you guys to have another drink somewhere else?"

"Pay?"

Arthur's red eyes glared angrily at this coward who was trembling under his own pressure, while the other person's eyes were wandering, looking left and right but not daring to look him in the eyes.

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

"Hahaha!"

Arthur laughed heartily, "Brothers, did you hear this? This cowardly pretty boy actually wants to use money to deal with our Bloody Gang!"

The three companions behind him immediately burst into noisy ridicule, and their words were full of ridicule.

"Hahaha what a waste!"

"You kid, do you think our Peaky Blinders are just gangsters on the street?! We can send them away with a little money?!"

"Pah, you little pretty face with tender skin and tender flesh, let me train you."

Arthur crossed his arms across his chest, "Then I would like to see how much money you can spend to avoid disaster. If the amount is considerable enough, you can watch from the sidelines when we fight this little girl. ~”

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

The disabled boy had a flattering and awkward smile on his face, and his only sound right hand slowly reached into the inner pocket of the windbreaker, as if to take money out of it.

The cold and charming woman was gritting her teeth and staring at her assistant in disbelief.

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

Arthur's pupils immediately shrank to the size of a needle's eye. He opened his big mouth full of alcohol and wanted to shout for caution. However, before the words could reach his throat, his world had fallen into the cold and dead eternal darkness...

Bang bang bang bang - deafening gunfire sounded!

Even if Watson holds it with one hand, he can fire four shots in an instant.

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

Phew—Watson blew away the smoke from the gun and pressed the revolver that the female detective had just taken out of her arms.

"Professional matters should be left to professionals... Detective is your strength, but killing is also my strength."

Watson's tone was understated, but Holmes could clearly feel that his fingertips in contact with his skin were trembling slightly. Was it affected by the recoil? Or the excitement after the killing?

The female detective couldn't help but look sideways. From her angle, she could only see the right side of Watson's face. His face was slightly red, and he seemed slightly drunk. It's just that the frequency of blinking of the eyes is slightly frequent... is it nervousness or depression?

But in fact, the moment Watson pulled the trigger, there was a loud bang in his skull like a vibrating bell, and the world in his eyes began to suddenly become abnormal, with blurry spots of light like flying mosquitoes appearing.

The light spot became clear in an instant. It turned out to be small moths crawling out of the beer glasses, flying from under the collars of the audience, and emerging from the hair of the spectators...

They were dancing and circling in the Black Crow Bar, as if they were whispering secretly, rejoicing, and chasing the light...

Then they gathered in groups like spears and suddenly rushed towards Watson!

Watson remained calm and allowed the mad moth to penetrate his left pupil and break into his skull.

He could feel these illusory moths burning in his skull like fire, and the burnt body fell with it, right on top of the incomprehensible scripture deep in his consciousness.

The true meaning of the originally obscure scriptures suddenly became clear, and part of the hieroglyphics seemed to be releasing chaotic light!

The light fell on Watson's spirit, and he felt a convulsion in his consciousness. He couldn't help but want to throw away his clothes and expose his body, but this time his will was not completely defeated by this strange desire. He just loosened his collar, as if he was heated by excitement.

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 of the chandelier above was so dazzling and alluring, and the dirt on the teeth of the stunned drinker ten meters away was so... 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. It was 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 lying on the ground unable to get up. At the same time, her sharp vision like an eagle also spotted her unconscious body 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, appreciate 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 her jet-black leather windbreaker, and Watson was able to see the other person's true face clearly - her dark flaxen hair was tied into braids, her eyebrows were as curved as 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 landlady was wearing 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 was still awake, but did not continue.

Evie said confidently: "We are destined to meet each other! Just leave this matter to our Black Crow Gang. There is no need for payment, just make friends!"

Watson, who had just solved the secret transmission mystery, felt very happy. Seeing Evie so heroic, he praised: "Miss Evie is so refreshing!"

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

"Come! Miss Evie, I, Watson, propose a toast to you!"

"Hahaha Mr. Watson, I want to toast you too!"

The two cups clashed with each other, and the beer in the cups stirred up small waves. The waves collided fiercely between the cups like a vigorous handshake.

"How should I contact you two after finding the clue?"

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

…………

Early the next morning, it was still bright and Watson was using his own weight to exercise when he heard a rapid knock on the door.

Watson opened the door and saw that the person who came was a short and immature child, barely reaching his waist.

"Is this Mr. Watson?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

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

There is actually no mention of fraud in Moth's code, but from the work content of the conversation with Moth's apprentice in the game, it is implicit that fraud is related to Moth.