I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

At eight o'clock at night, the shed club.

Watson was still thinking about the reminders from the kind-hearted people he met during the day, and deliberately set off early with Holmes.

When Clinker arrived at the streets near the Slaughter Club, he encountered a traffic jam that was rare in London.

When they arrived at the street where the undressing club was located, there was already a long queue at the door. The identities of the guests were quite complex, including well-dressed British gentlemen, glamorous and graceful ladies, ordinary workplace employees, and others. There are dock workers who work hard...

These people from different walks of life were waiting in line in such a harmonious manner.

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

When Victor drove the carriage past the gate of the Slaughter Club, Watson saw the long queue and thought that his trip tonight would be in vain.

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

However, when he looked through the dense crowd of people of all colors, bypassed the strong doorman with a bulging waist, and passed through the open door... he could only see deep darkness, as if this door was not the passage into the Singing and Dance Nightclub, but the Leading to the bottomless stomach of a gigantic beast.

Victor had just found an open space and parked the car. Before they could get out of the car, a gentleman wearing a white shirt and black trousers suddenly walked out from the shadow where the street lights could not shine. He was tall, slender, and his clothes were thin. It is completely immune to the cold wind of autumn night, and its waist is as straight as a proud peacock.

He seems to be a Greek, with slightly swarthy skin, slightly curly black hair, and his eyes are as blue as the Mediterranean Sea. Between his eyebrows and eyes, it is impossible to tell whether he is a young man or a middle-aged man. He is a young man. He is full of vitality and has the charm of a mature man.

The Greek man put one palm to his chest and bowed slightly. Although such a simple gesture revealed an inimitable elegance.

"Is this Miss Holmes?"

The female detective nodded slightly, "Who is your Excellency?"

"This is Agdistis, the manager of the Shedding Club. The seats you reserved are ready. Please follow me."

The female detective and her assistant looked at each other.

Holmes: "What's going on? You used 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 adopted noble etiquette, "Lead the way."

The two of them followed Agdistis, walked through the large door with the envious eyes of the people queuing up, and walked into a dark and deep straight corridor. At the end of the corridor was a huge screen that obscured the view outside.

Only then did Watson realize that his previous judgment was wrong. It turned out that behind this door was not pure darkness.

There is a faint light that seems to be invisible from the ceiling above the head. The style of the ceiling light seems to be specially designed. The light body is hidden above the ceiling. The light is cut and weakened by the curtain, and it is dim as if it can reach the corridor through layers of obstacles.

When customers walk through this corridor, they will unconsciously feel a sense of mystery and anticipation as they grope their way along the dim moonlight in the dark night.

This actually surprised Watson. This ingenious design is almost the same as the nightclubs of later generations. It can be said to be an invention that transcends the times.

At the same time, he also felt that this faint silver light was quite familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. Could it be the same style in nightclubs in later generations?

It wasn't until he walked through the corridor that he suddenly realized that these fragmentary rays of light were exactly the same as the cold moonlight penetrating the shadows of the dancing trees in the forest!

The impression of the Shedding Club in Watson's mind has also deepened its connection with the mysterious world.

After they bypassed the steel screen that looked like dense trees, they officially entered the interior of this secret nightclub.

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

The venue was lit up with a faint but not dim light, and booths were scattered far apart to protect customers' privacy from the prying eyes of neighbors.

The bar counter is placed in the shadow of the corner. A young and handsome man is busy silently. The waiters who come and go are also such handsome young men.

Directly in front of the seats was a spacious stage with a blood-red curtain hanging down. It seemed that the performance had not yet begun.

Agdistis took them to a remote corner, from where they could have a full view of the venue.

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

Watson replied casually: "Beer."

"Then I'll have a beer too."

Neither of them has forgotten that the original purpose of this trip is to investigate clues to the disappearance of Harris. They must keep a clear mind and not consume too much alcohol. As for why they ordered beer... this is not even considered alcohol in Great Britain, but It is a daily drink, no different from water.

Agdistis smiled slightly and bowed slightly, "Then I will step aside for now, and you two can enjoy the performance."

"Wait!" Watson reached out and called to the club manager who was about to leave.

He knew full well that he had no reservation when he came during the day, and even received a rejection. Why did the other party say that they had made a reservation at this moment?

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 show 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 even rejected. Besides, it's not my turn to reserve seats, which is obviously a privilege reserved for VIP members."

Holmes frowned slightly, "It seems that this club is indeed a bit 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 Everyone has their own differences, either 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 dance 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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