I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Charlotte was lying on the ground at this moment, her head on the floor, her white cheeks stained with black ash, like a naughty kitten that had just come out of the chimney.

In front of her was a broken wall, with a huge gap in it. The half of the wall that had collapsed outwards was covered with large pieces of masonry and cement piled up into a mountain of garbage. There was also a thick, broken, blackened beam weighing down on it.

Like a heap of debris from a fallen mountain, covered with thick sand and dust.

When the female detective's face came close to the gap at the bottom of the pile of construction debris, she could feel an extremely unusual air flow, as cold as a blade scraping across her skin.

When Watson heard the shout and came over, he saw Charlotte crawling on a pile of scraps like a lizard with her belly on the ground.

He asked doubtfully: "What clues did you find?"

Charlotte got up from the ground when she heard the sound and dusted off her windbreaker.

She pointed to the mountain of rubbish in front of her, "It's this pile of construction rubbish. Although it's also covered with thick dust, I feel an abnormal airflow coming out of it."

"Do you suspect there is a secret room down there?"

Watson recalled last night, when the young soldier of the Order of the Flashing Blade revealed the situation of the Order of the Flashing Blade under his touching guidance.

He remembered that the other party said that a certain mysterious act called an promotion ceremony was often held within the order, but William McConnell and the ritualists always hid in a secret dark room - could it be that the promotion ceremony was held below? place?

Charlotte found a relatively intact wooden board, inserted the top end under the construction waste, and then moved small stones to act as fulcrums to create a simple lever.

She pressed down hard on the end of the board and shouted: "Watson, come here and help me."

While the female detective lowered the board to the waistline, Watson suddenly jumped up and sat on it like jumping on a seesaw. The moldy board suddenly bent into an arc, and cement the size of his head was wrapped with masonry waste. Rolling down.

The two worked for a while before finally clearing out the pile of garbage, revealing the gray-white wall that had sunk deep into the mud.

Watson tried tapping with his cane. The echo was dull, and it didn't seem like there was a hole underneath.

He squatted down and put his palms against the surface of the wall. The rough touch was filled with wisps of chill, like a metal object left outside in early winter and enduring the cold all night long.

He said:

"I felt a familiar chill, just like the feeling I had when I faced William McConaughey."

The female detective tried to insert the almost broken wet mold board under the wall, and even shoveled it several times without success.

She gasped and threw down the board, and said angrily: "Watson, wait here, I'll ask the workers to come over and dig!"

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The sky is getting dark, in a pile of ruins at a certain river bend.

Among the dark mountains of masonry and rubble, a few torches lit up.

The black smoke of the fire swayed in the stinky wind, reflecting the shadows of several busy hammers.

The orange light shines on the strong muscles of the temporary workers that are wet with sweat and appear shiny, giving off a strong smell of male hormones.

The employees work extremely hard, but not just for the generous pay.

In the process of turning the sledgehammer, they secretly bulged their muscles to highlight their distinct outlines, demonstrating their outstanding majestic charm.

But from time to time he would be distracted, quietly raising his head to peek at the tall figure standing in the shadow that was difficult to illuminate by the fire.

However, this wall is really weird and hard!

It's like it's embedded in the ground. The edges are so tightly connected to the ground that there's no way to pry it up from the side.

The employees were forced to use the most primitive method - smashing them hard.

Several people raised their sledgehammers high, secretly competing with others in silence, exerting all their strength amidst the clanging sounds.

I don’t know if they were too tired from working during the day, but the employees suddenly felt that the more they worked, the more tired they became, and the more they worked, the weaker they became.

They were obviously sweating profusely from the smashing, and there were torches releasing light and heat... But they felt that their limbs were getting colder and colder, and even the sweat that just seeped out of their pores was cold.

But with the concerted efforts of the hired workers, this hard wall finally reached the limit of endurance, and the cracks gradually spread... Then, under the heavy hammer of several people working together, fine cracks spread to the entire piece like a spider web. wall.

The employees were planning to clean up the debris, complete this inexplicable job, and then go to the beautiful and fashionable employer to collect their pay, and then go to Old Henry's tavern together to order a few glasses of strong whiskey to warm themselves up... ...and then find a girl with a pert butt and long legs to warm up seriously.

Unexpectedly, the employer lady suddenly shouted to them:

"That's it. Your work is done here. Come and get your reward."

Although the employees were a little confused, there was obviously still a little finishing work left, so how could it be over so quickly?

But seeing the banknotes clattering in each other's hands, the employees immediately threw away all these irrelevant doubts... Is there anything more important than banknotes?

With this money, I can go to Olympia/Robbie/Doherty and have a good time tonight! ! !

The employees happily left with the banknotes they received from the employer's disabled attendant.

After they all left, Watson asked:

"Are you afraid that they will be affected by the forbidden power?"

"Yes." Charlotte explained: "I have seen from the information of the Anti-Suppression Bureau that most mortals are weak-willed and have extremely low resistance to mysterious influences. If they face things that contain forbidden knowledge, they will be affected by the spirit. Contamination, physical distortion.”

"But there are also some mortals whose natural resistance to forbidden things is far greater than that of ordinary people. Even if they face the influence of aberrant creatures many times, they can still maintain mental stability."

"And you and I are this type of people."

"There are probably taboo things hidden under this strange wall... If they are allowed to dig open for the last time and expose the contents inside, it will most likely cause them both mental and physical pollution."

"It's better to just leave the two of us and continue."

Watson nodded slightly, "I understand."

With one arm, he raised the hammer that one of the hired workers had left behind, raised it high above his head, and slammed it down.

The wall made a crisp sound like ice cubes cracking, and completely shattered into dozens of pieces, with the center sinking slightly.

The female detective and her assistant stopped at the same time and waited silently, but nothing strange happened.

It was Watson who took the initiative and used his cane to open up the broken bricks, revealing the shallow holes underneath. Then a strange look appeared on his face.

Charlotte walked forward with a torch, and saw that there was only a smooth piece of pitch-black metal with sharp edges buried under the shallow pit, with a simple portrait painted on it with some kind of gray oil - a funny picture. A mask-like smile.

The two of them fell into a wordless silence. The smelly breeze blew slowly by, and the sound of the wind seemed to be mocking in their ears.

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Late at night, in a remote cemetery outside London.

The gravekeeper was sitting alone in the wooden house drinking wine. The pet dog lying at his feet enjoying the warmth of the brazier suddenly stood up. His muscles were tense as if he had been stimulated, and he roared manically into the cemetery. With.

It's just that its roar seemed a little lacking in confidence. The volume of its screams gradually decreased, and in the end, it was just a whimpering, choked sob.

"Buddy, what's wrong with you?"

The gravekeeper was already a little drunk. He gently patted his dog's back in an attempt to comfort him, but unexpectedly Buddy suddenly let out a shrill howl and rushed out the door towards the wilderness.

Alcohol gave the gravekeeper courage. He looked vaguely in the direction where Buddy roared just now, and saw a grave that he had filled in a few days ago, open in surprise!

The damp soil was turned over, and the dark tomb was empty. The cold body was nowhere to be found, leaving only the newly carved cross tombstone lying aside, with the name of the deceased written on it - Elkeson Cook!