July 30, 1915, was not a special day in the eyes of most of London's residents.

The brutal war, known to posterity as the First World War, is underway at the moment. Because the fighting did not reach London. The inhabitants here are also very calm.

-- Working during the day, reading the newspaper after lunch, and drinking tea on the radio when I get home. For ordinary Britons, life is still the same as in the past, and there is no difference.

However, for Lucas, the day was very important.

At eight o'clock in the evening, a teenager in a tattered brown linen shirt pushed open the dirty wooden door of the midnight bar.

With the creak of the doorway spinning, a warm smell of wine hits the face, and the first thing that catches your eye is the greasy wooden floor and the fat waitress with the plate.

Since Lucas, who is in his teenage form, is also a frequent visitor to this place, the bartender does not care about this child. Lucas looked around, and in addition to a few "old customers" who had been drinking here all year round, he immediately saw a "new character" that he had never seen before.

There was a tall-looking man sitting in the corner, wearing a hot-looking dark blue trench coat despite the fact that it was summer, with a bowler hat pressed low on his head, covering his entire face in the shadow of the brim, and wearing red leather gloves on his hands.

All in all, this thing doesn't show a single bit of skin on its body, let alone its appearance, and it can't even see its skin color.

Seeing this mysterious guy, Lucas immediately walked over, pulled over a wooden chair, sat down opposite the square wooden table, and asked straight to the point, "Strange talk workshop?" ”

Lucas had just asked a question when he heard an unusually "magnetic" voice in the dark shadows under the other party's top hat: "Hmm." ”

The man's voice sounded as if it had been synthesized by electricity, as if it had a faint crackling sound. Hearing this, Lucas raised his head in surprise and stared at the other person's face, only to find that even at close range, there was still darkness under the person's top hat, and he could not see anything at all.

"How can you be a child, your parents?" The man in the top hat sounded disappointed.

"I'll bet, including you, that everyone here is less than a fraction of my age." Lucas said angrily.

"Hahaha, I'm kidding." An eerie blue-and-white glow lit up under the brim of the man in the top hat: "I can tell that you are also a 'heretic'. ”

Hearing the name for the first time, Lucas asked in confusion, "What do you mean by heretical creatures?" ”

"It is a general term for creatures that are considered non-existent by human beings, or beyond the comprehension of human beings, such as all kinds of demons and aliens, which can be counted as heretical creatures." The man in the top hat patiently explained, "You and I can also be counted as this kind of thing. ”

"But I'm human." Lucas was still a little puzzled.

"No, ordinary humans don't live that long." The man in the top hat suddenly realized something as he spoke: "Didn't you send that advertisement?" ”

"Of course not, I thought it was you." Lucas shook his head.

When the two looked at each other, the door of the bar was pushed open again, and an extremely short figure appeared in front of the door.

As if telepathically, the guy had just entered the door, and immediately fixed his eyes on the table where Lucas and the man in the top hat were, and strode over.

"Is that you?" Lucas asked.

"It's me." The other sat down at the square table as he spoke, resting his slender arms on the dirty table, and looking up at them.

It was a petite girl, wearing a black jacket and jeans, and she looked quite trendy, which did not match her childish appearance at all. She had long jet-black hair and a fair face, and her large, godless eyes stared at them with lifeless eyes.

"Uh...... You are? Lucas made a confused sound.

He could see that although the other party looked like a human, it was not human, but more like something else in the skin of a "human".

"Frankenstein." The girl announced her name in a cold, emotionless voice. At hearing the household name, both Lucas and the man in the top hat paused slightly.

"Wait, how do I remember Frankenstein as a man." The man in the top hat was as eccentric as ever.

Hearing this, the girl in the jacket stopped her gaze on the shadow under the brim of the other party's hat, and asked coldly, "Have you seen me?" ”

"Well, I haven't seen it." The man in the top hat decisively conceded defeat.

Seeing that the other party had already introduced himself, Lucas immediately reported a name he saw casually from the Times: "I'm Lucas." ”

After announcing his name, he and Frankenstein turned to the top hat man, and seeing that the other two were staring at him, the top hat man coughed and said in a "magnetic" voice that seemed to be sparking, "My name is Thomas. Tesla. ”

"Thomas. Edison and Nikolai. Tesla has a son? Lucas asked curiously, even if he had been staying at home for a long time, he had seen the names of the two inventors in the newspaper more than once.

"With all due respect, two men can't have children, even if it's a heretic, you should brush up on human common sense." The man in the top hat smiled a little awkwardly: "Don't care about these details. Now the point is, what are you summing us here for, Miss Frankenstein? ”

Hearing this, Frankenstein's godless dark pupils suddenly lit up with a faint red light, and he immediately spoke: "Establish a strange talk research society." ”

"Can you elaborate on that?" The man in the top hat asked.

"Explore the unknown." Frankenstein said with a blank face, his arms resting motionless on the table, like a talking sculpture.

"Well, you win." The man in the top hat shook his head helplessly: "You mean, we are going to build an organization to explore the unknown?" ”

"It's a secret organization." The maiden corrects his mistakes.

"It's really okay to set up a secret organization in a place like this......" The man in the top hat sighed and asked Lucas, "What do you think?" ”

"Huh?" Lucas, who was still stunned just now, finally returned to the situation, scratched his hair and nodded, "Okay......"

On this day, he finally realizes that he and the inhabitants of London are not of the same kind, but belong to strange "heretic creatures".

Not only himself, but Frankenstein and Thomas sitting at this square table. Tesla, too, is not human. And now, at Frankenstein's suggestion, they will create a special secret organization, the ......

"Strange talk workshop?" He asked.

"Yes." The long-haired girl's body did not move at all, but her head was twisted about ninety degrees, staring at Lucas's face, and said in a deep voice, "I want to know more things." ”

"Can't you finish talking?" The man in the top hat sighed and explained, "That is, we will focus our attention on various unsolved mysteries. Right? ”

"Yes." Frankenstein replied.

"I'm going to join this organization." Lucas said quickly, "I want to know what my constitution is all about......"

"Coincidentally, I'm also interested in the question of 'why do I have it?'" The man in the top hat laughed, and a blue and white electric light flashed under the brim: "Then it's decided, do you want to drink some wine?" ”

"I can't drink." Frankenstein held out his small hand and pointed to his throat.

"Hah, so am I." The man in the top hat laughed again.

"It's not fun to drink alone." Lucas shook his head.

"Since everyone can't drink, let's have an oath-taking ceremony or something." The man in the top hat said.

At his suggestion, the three "people", who were not going to drink at all, stretched out their right hands and pressed them on the table, closed their eyes and took a short oath:

"From today on, the three of us are the founders of the Society, investigating unknown puzzles together, and will never betray the organization, and the Society will continue to exist until all three of us lose interest, or all die."

Frankenstein took the oath very seriously, Lucas was a little absent-minded, and the man in the top hat had a playful tone in his tone, apparently not taking the oath seriously at all.

In this way, three heretical creatures, each with different beliefs, founded a "secret organization" that became a legend among the heretical creatures of later generations in this dilapidated tavern:

On that day 100 years ago, the "Strange Talk Research Society" was born. (To be continued.) )