I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 10 Roads: Woodlands

In the bumpy carriage, Watson, who was lame and crippled, leaned against the window, and hurried pedestrians passed by his eyes.

"Do you really believe this so-called investigator of the Anti-Suppression Bureau—Dr. Natalia Long?"

"I have checked that she does have the certificate presented by the House of Lords, and..." Holmes paused, as if recalling, "This is not the first time I have heard the name of the Anti-Suppression Bureau. When I was young, I overheard the elders in my family discussing this situation in secret."

Watson couldn't help but look sideways, and thought, "I didn't expect you, Charlotte with thick eyebrows and big eyes, to be so rebellious when you were a child."

"Then the Si Chen she mentioned...have you heard of it before?"

"Not really." Holmes shook his head. "Today is the first time in my life that I have come into contact with these strange things."

After the female detective finished speaking, she leaned back in her chair decadently, her brows were furrowed, her eyes were empty, and she fell into deep thought.

Watson guessed that the female detective should be confused - why the elder who knew the existence of the Anti-Suppression Bureau never revealed the truth of the world to herself.

In wordless silence the carriage arrived at the Royal Free Hospital.

The Royal Free Hospital is a teaching hospital of the University of London Medical School, formerly known as the London Free General Hospital, which aims to provide free medical services to the poor who look down on diseases.

Later, the hospital received and treated a large number of patients during a cholera epidemic that swept across London. The Queen felt that it was eager for public welfare, and granted it a royal charter, giving it a special status. Since then, the free general hospital has officially changed its name to the Royal Free Hospital.

The name of the royal family is so honorable that after the death of the founder, the hospital's clients also began to climb up with this noble title, jumping to the class of noble merchants who were closer to the word "royal".

As for those poor and dirty people at the bottom, they were ruthlessly abandoned.

Normally, with Watson's meager pension, he would not dare to come here for treatment, but this time he was injured on duty, and Holmes, who had a wealthy family, was behind him, and he still had acquaintances in this hospital.

As soon as they entered the emergency room, they ran into Leland Stanford Jr., who had worked as a doctor in the army and had excellent trauma management skills. Under the operation of Stanford's family, he had already served as an attending doctor in emergency surgery.

"Watson, Holmes, why are you here!"

Little Stanford was happy to see the two familiar faces, when he saw Watson's left arm drooping, he shouted in surprise: "Watson, are you injured?! How can a detective be so dangerous?"

Little Stanford hurriedly beckoned the nurses below to come over.

Watson waved his hand to decline the blond big wave nurse's kind support, "It's just a little skin trauma, don't you know me yet? This kind of injury doesn't even need to be in the battlefield in Fulstein."

This sentence awakened the little Stanford. It is really that the recent contact with Watson has always given him a gentle impression. He almost forgot that this friend is a hero who has experienced many battles, and a fracture is nothing more than that.

Little Stanford nodded, "That's true, some injuries are really not worth mentioning to you Watson."

"I have already diagnosed it for you. The proximal end of the ulna of the left arm is fractured, and there is a slight vascular injury... Just give me a little bandage and fix it with a splint."

"Haha, then I really have to thank you for saving me a lot of effort." Little Stanford smiled, but then changed the subject, "But as your attending physician, I still have to confirm the specific situation. "

He rolled up Watson's sleeves, gently squeezed the injured and swollen area with his upper hand, and found that the injury was far less understated than Watson said.

"Hiss...you are too modest, this is not as simple as a skin trauma."

Little Stanford frowned slightly, lowered his head to write and draw in the medical record, and said, "I must cultivate myself in the near future, why don't I just stay in the hospital for a few days?"

"Do not--"

"Stop!" Watson was about to refuse, but Holmes behind him had already answered beforehand.

The female detective blinked slyly, "Watson, take this time to take a good rest. If you don't take care of your body, how can you continue the investigation?"

Watson immediately understood, it seems that Charlotte does not intend to hand over the case... just right for me!He is not reconciled to the first case of his detective career slipping through his fingers, he has not had time to taste the sense of accomplishment of breaking through the fog of mystery.

"Then go to the hospital."

It was evening when all the busy work was done. Under the dual effects of money and contacts, Watson was arranged to live in an independent single ward.

The place here is spacious, quiet and elegant, clean and tidy...everything is good, but the room is too plain, the ceiling is white, the walls are white, the floor is white, even the bed is white... …the color was so pale that Watson recalled his early experience of being in confinement.

At the beginning, the female detective and little Stanford were still accompanying one and two, but as the sky darkened, they both left.

Watson was the only one left in Nuo Da’s ward. He was lying on the bed bored with a cast on his left arm.

What he saw and heard during the day flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, corpses with unknown causes, distorted insects, mysterious anti-suppression bureaus, incredible Si Chen... Watson's thinking tried his best to make these senses of the hidden world The door is gradually opening to itself, and it is enough to see the scales and claws of that magnificent world from the crack of the door.

But what should Watson do... This time he was able to defeat the worm-monster Lance, relying entirely on the opponent's underestimation of the enemy and lack of brains.

"If my legs and feet were still healthy..."

Watson glanced at his left leg, which was unable to exert strength, and sighed regretfully. He knew in his heart that the investigation of the following cases would probably become more dangerous. In addition to the mental contest, there was also a physical contest. It is dangerous and exciting!

Watson is not afraid of challenges, only afraid of dying in an ordinary and unknown way, but he began to worry again. With his current physical condition...whether he can cope with these challenges, he is not afraid of failure, but he is afraid that Holmes will be hindered , become a useless burden.

Time passed very quickly while thinking wildly, the night was already deep, and the silence in the hospital was terrifying.

Watson looked at the tree shadows dancing like limbs gradually coming in from the window, and heard the flapping of wings of flying insects whispering among the branches.

Just like a frightened little animal crying and running back to its lair, Watson began to recall the lost memories of the day—the ghost hidden in the kerosene lamp, and the Si Chen Zhi scroll that induced the strange hunger in his heart.

For a moment, his hair stood on end. It turned out that he had come into contact with these bizarre things without knowing it, but why didn't he retain even a trace of impression at that time, and only now did he suddenly wake up?
Watson's heart was full of confusion and confusion, which made him feel restless, as if a violent mole was pulling at his brain... It really made him dig out some abnormal things in his brain.

"The god of the woodland gladly separates the strands from the scalp."

"For attention, burn it. For opportunity, bury it."

"Cut a lock of hair before bedtime to pay homage to the woodland god, and you may be on the path to intuition."

This strange text suddenly appeared in Watson's mind. He didn't know the source and source, but he was deeply fascinated by it. His body suddenly lost control and tore a bunch of hair from the back of his head. The pain of uprooting made him feel a burst of joy. It seems that the restlessness is really pulled away along with the trace of trouble.

This self-mutilation-like behavior seemed to coincide with some kind of weird and mysterious ritual. Watson suddenly felt his eyelids were as heavy as lead, his sleepiness was like a raging wave, and his consciousness sank rapidly into a dream.

In the dream, he was still in the white and colorless ward, lying on the bed full of disinfectant smell, but he was holding the cold and ashen Si Chen Zhi in his arms!

It was clearly a dream, but Watson's thinking was unprecedentedly sober. He looked at the book in his hand with lingering fear. It stands to reason that the dream is a manifestation of the subconscious mind, and it is just Si Chenzhi made up by his own brain.

But Watson still couldn't help trembling. The bizarre loss of control just now made him feel extremely frightened. He watched "Si Chen Zhi" vigilantly.

Even in his dreams, Watson could feel the icy coldness of the leather cover, as if the book were not his imagination but the real thing.

Could it be that this book is the forbidden knowledge mentioned by Natalia, the investigator of the Anti-Suppression Bureau?

He suddenly had a strong curiosity, what kind of knowledge can mutate an ordinary policeman into a powerful monster capable of resisting guns?

"If this power can be used by me..."

Watson's eyes seemed to be ignited with raging flames, and a strange hunger roared in his heart. It was an ambition that had been suppressed for a long time!
At first, when he came here through time travel, he also had great ambitions in mind, thinking that a man born in a troubled world should make a contribution to the world!
Since God gave him a chance to do it again, he should make a great achievement!

However, the self-confidence of the traversers failed to withstand the cruelty of war. The painful lesson of being shot and fell from the horse in Fulstein made Watson understand that he was not the man of destiny in the novel after all. A brass bullet worth less than ten pence could easily took his life.

Pain crushes fighting spirit, and weakness extinguishes ambition.

But today's experience rekindled the fire of ambition in Watson's heart, and he realized that he might have held the key to another world.

He longs for strength, surpassing the power of collective society!

He thirsts for knowledge, for the wisdom of the past and the future!

He longs for excitement, to experience pleasures that no one has ever experienced!
"Forbidden power beyond the limits of human beings... I am bound to obtain it!"

The long-suppressed ambition suddenly revived, Watson resolutely opened Si Chen Zhi, but saw the dazzling light burst out between the lines on the page!

The dots of brilliance are like fireflies flying forward like a galaxy, condensing into a bright silver staircase, which rises into the gray neon, leading to the window that appears at an unknown time.

Outside the window is a dark and silent forest, with green and poisonous fruits hanging from the low branches, the dark moss covering the tree body, the thick and knotted roots undulating like a prancing python, and its color is as bright as flesh-red chalcedony.

Between the moss, the ancient tree body showed a thick ink-like color, covered with dry bark like scales. If you stroke it with your fingers, you can feel the coldness like steel and the pulsation like breathing.

and many more!

Watson woke up in shock, and suddenly raised his head. On the top was a dense and towering bush, and a round of incomplete moon could be vaguely seen. The cold moonlight was dripping like blood, pouring out the shadow of the whirling tree, and it was falling on his face. It seems to feel the gentle caress of the moonlight.

He was shocked, when did he enter this deep forest? !
　Watson uses [Moth] to enter the dream and gets [Road: Woodland]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)