My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 32 Ambush
That night.

The drizzle did not dispel the thick fog, but instead cast an even more hazy atmosphere over the streets.

Holmes crossed the Thames quay and leaned against the newsagent's roof, taking shelter from the rain under the little overhanging eaves.

Despite this, he still took out his pipe, lit it slowly, and puffed out the smoke.

"Jules...I hope you can give me a surprise."

He took out his pocket watch and checked the time with the last bit of fire from the match in his hand.

"My employer still refuses to show himself?" Holmes suddenly said.

A hoarse voice sounded:
"Don't ask too much, just do your own thing."

Holmes raised his head slightly and saw a man in black walking towards him through the rain with a cane.

The other person's steps were firm and calm, and he seemed to be aware of everything around him.

"It's time to go. Lead the way." The man obviously didn't take Holmes seriously. In his eyes, Holmes was just an ordinary detective with some fame.

Holmes smiled faintly:
"According to my investigation, he is right here. Please follow me."

The end of Whitethorn Street is very close to the Thames, so he chose to meet here.

On the way, the two men said nothing, and Holmes was also observing the man next to him secretly.

The man was wearing a common leather jacket, and according to his research, this style had a very shallow cover. In addition, there was nothing unusual about his gait, so it was very likely that he did not have a gun hidden on him, and there was no other place on his body where a gun could be hidden.

If it was a hidden knife, only a folding knife could be put down, which was worthy of vigilance, but the threat was still not great. Based on what he had just seen, there were no knife wounds or calluses on both of the man's hands, so the possibility of him being skilled in using a knife was small, but he still had to be on guard.

So, if the possibility of these two commonly used weapons is very small...

His eyes were fixed on the unremarkable cane.

"The way you hold the cane is strange. It doesn't seem to be for steadying it on the ground, but rather it's bent at the wrist so you can pick it up at any time."

Holmes lowered his head, took out his half-smoked pipe, shielded it from the rain with the brim of his hat and his hand, and lit it again.

At the moment of lighting the fire, a strange light suddenly flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

"The 'light' can't even shine...there's definitely something wrong."

He raised his head and blew a smoke ring towards the woods not far away.

In the hazy moonlight, the smoke rings shone with a dark silver light.

The man just looked at Holmes beside him with contempt and shook his head.

"Inferior people are inferior people. Even if they are a little smart, they still can't change these bad habits..."

He looked up at the sky with an indifferent expression.

Really, Lord Karl asked me to take action, isn’t he afraid that I might accidentally kill that guy?
"Hurry up, peasant." The man raised his cane and hit Holmes' leg hard.

Holmes merely adjusted his hat and sped up without a word.

There was no anger or contempt in his eyes—only a gleam of excitement.

……

The oil lamp in Jules's hand flickered and quickly went out.

But he had already gotten the answer he wanted from the flickering lights.

"Is there something wrong with the cane? It should be a transcendent, but I don't know what the rules are."

After receiving Holmes' message, Jules curled his lips slightly, quickly left the place, and arranged the "crime scene" they had selected in advance.

This is one of the rare “unlit” areas on Whitethorn Street—why?
Then we have to ask the stones in their hands.

In addition, he and Holmes had a brief exchange of information in the afternoon.

After communicating with him, he discovered that Holmes' understanding of the occult was even deeper than he had imagined.

It can even be said that he is only one step away from becoming a first-level transcendent!
It was also with the help of the "lamp"-related means in Holmes' hands that they were able to complete the information transmission so covertly.

The principle of the lamp is closely related to rationality and the pursuit of knowledge, and it is not surprising that Jules would choose this path.

"Next, we just have to wait for customers to come."

He lurks silently in the darkness. The line between hunter and prey is sometimes not so clear.

The mystic thought he was the hunter, and what a coincidence, he thought so too.

……

The night on Whitethorn Street was unusually quiet.

Maybe it’s because it rained tonight, so there are few people walking around.

At the same time, due to the thick fog, the scenery a few meters away is completely dark to people.

"It's really on Whitethorn Street... I told you it should be here, but those losers didn't believe me."

The man's eyes pierced through the thick fog around him and he sneered at his companions.

If they hadn't delayed Lord Karl's important business, would he have been so troubled by the Anti-Suppression Bureau?

He was just thinking when suddenly, he seemed to be tripped by something, or he just slipped, and his whole body flew up, unable to even hold on to the cane in his hand.

But he quickly assumed a strange posture, used the force to stabilize his body, and turned over, his expression extremely grim:

"How do you lead the way, detective? Ahead..."

The man looked up and was stunned.

How come Holmes, who was originally leading the way in front of him, disappeared?
He suddenly had a bad feeling and turned his head away immediately.

What he saw made his face twitch a little - the ground where a cane should have been lying was now as clean as a place visited by colonists.

When was it stolen?
Now that things have come to this, how could he not understand that he was being plotted against?
"Holmes, are you sure you want to betray my Lord?" the man said calmly.

"Hehe, the money of the gentleman behind you is covered in blood. I can't lift it."

Whoosh!
A sonic boom sounded, but it did not hit the owner of the sound.

The man's face was gloomy. He held the other knife in his hand and said:
"Mortal, you don't know what kind of existence you have angered."

He felt a little annoyed - if he hadn't been plotted against in advance and his cane hadn't been taken away, how could he be so passive?

Although he could see through the thick fog, there was still darkness behind it.

Without any warning, in the darkness, muzzle flashes exploded!
boom!
The deafening gunshots were heard throughout Whitethorn Street.

However, the shot did not hit the man, but was narrowly avoided by him.

Despite this, he still fell limply to the ground.

He covered his throat with both hands and struggled unwillingly.

"Huh..." He could no longer utter a complete sound.

There was a small knife made of blood stuck in his throat.

It's really unfair that a transcendent died so quickly and cleanly.

"Are you the only extraordinary person?" Yule emerged from the darkness and spat with disdain.

"Hurry up, we've already alerted a lot of people. That's the bad thing about London, no matter what you do, someone will be watching you."

Holmes's mouth curled up slightly, and he was not impatient. He just took out a test tube and a knife and elegantly made a hole in the man's head.

A pale white liquid slowly flowed out of it, filling the test tube.

"It's settled, let's go."

……

London the next day.

Newsboys ran through the streets shouting:

"Big news, big news! A shooting occurred on Whitethorn Street last night. The victim's identity remains unknown, and the murderer's methods were extremely cruel!"

Inside the apartment, Holmes put down the newspaper and smiled at Jules.

"It seems that our cooperation is still good."

(End of this chapter)