I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 108 The Coming Heart
In the early morning of the next day, the first ray of dawn light took all the effort to pass through the thick cumulus clouds, but it was inevitably stained with gray color, and the light became dim and thin.

Through the narrow sill windows, this gray and icy morning sun reflected into the detention cells deep in Scotland Yard.

In the small, damp and dark room, a black-haired man occupied the only bench.But he looked tortured, with patches of beating marks on his face that left him looking bruised and swollen.

His face was full of tiredness, his brand-new expensive suit was also torn in tatters, his walking stick was placed horizontally on his shoulder, as if he hadn't fallen asleep all night, and he was always on guard against the cordial greetings from other inmates .

But in fact, besides the male, there are six other suspects awaiting trial in this cell. They were all healthy and normal males before yesterday, but now they are all lying on the urine-stained floor, making two weak noises from time to time. Moaning in pain.

One of them has lost his voice, one is deaf, one has lost the basic functions of a normal male, and the other three have comminuted fractures to varying degrees... If they fail to receive correct treatment in the past few days, there is a high probability that they will remain Permanent loss of function.

And the instigator of all this was Watson who was sitting on the bench and showing a slight smile.

He stayed up all night in order to avoid unconscious moulting in his sleep, so that the wounds specially created on his face remained and prevented these mortals from discovering his abnormality-of course he could hang all these prisoners without any effort, And will not be injured in the slightest.

But how can this show his despair in prison?How about making Winfrey Morgan uncontrollably believe that he is John Watson's savior?

Watson cast a glance at the guy lying on the ground moaning constantly... Fortunately, you losers, if it wasn't for my other plans, you would have left this world forever last night.

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The light projected by the sill window ranges from gray in the morning, to slightly bright at noon, to dim yellow at sunset, and finally completely dimmed, leaving only the faint light of the street lamps in the distance.

It's that time of night again.

Watson sat at the end of the bench, and other inmates sat up tremblingly after receiving his friendly and touching invitation, but they all huddled together like penguins huddling together to keep warm, leaning against the fence The corner next to it is far away from this dangerous man.

This disheveled man with bruises on his face seemed to be isolated from other inmates, occupying half of the bench by himself.

Watson just smiled. He had already reminded these inmates with touching words in advance not to talk nonsense in front of police officers or others.Otherwise... I know all of your home addresses and backgrounds. Even if you are in prison, I will take good care of your family members for you.

All the inmates naturally nodded frantically and sincerely, signaling that you, brother, have the final say.

Until midnight, when most of the people had already fallen asleep, there was even a slight snoring sound in this cell, but Watson still kept his eyes wide open. Dim as gray.

Finally, he heard impatient footsteps outside the corridor, and the trampling of Scotland Yard leather boots was gradually approaching.

But farther away, there was a dull and powerful heartbeat... Winfreys, you are finally here.

Dang Dang Dang——The thick wooden stick knocked against the iron gate, making a noisy sound.

"John Watson, the investigation of the case is clear, you are innocent, you can go."

Watson opened his sleepy eyes in a daze. He was curled up in a corner of the bench at the moment, as if he had been tortured.

"Me? Can I go?!" He rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked in disbelief.

"Yes, you can go, hurry up, don't shout so loudly."

"YES!!!"

Hearing this uplifting good news, he couldn't help but want to cheer, but he suppressed his voice when he heard the police officer's warning words, but the corners of his eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

The retired military officer quietly followed the guarding police officer to leave. After they walked away, the criminals who had been pretending to be asleep in the cell dared to open their eyes with joy. The twelve eyes met, and they all saw the tears in their eyes .

Watson did not leave directly from the main entrance of Scotland Yard along the way he had come yesterday, but first came to a small remote side entrance. The narrow door leading to the free world was just ajar. There was a loud noise like thunder.

The guarding police officer opened the door and bowed to the figure standing in the alley: "Sir, according to the deputy director's order, I have brought out the person you are looking for."

"Well, I didn't expect the police officers to be working overtime so late. It seems that our security work in London is really hard... This small amount of money will be regarded as my donation to Scotland Yard. Treat the police officers to a supper."

Although this unknown but well-connected gentleman said that it was only a small amount of money, what he took out was a stack of ten-pound banknotes. There were seven or eight bills in total... This is almost catching up with me Half a year's income!Sure enough, these aristocratic lords are generous!No wonder the deputy chief...

"Thank you, thank you, thank you Mr. for supporting us, we will definitely not disappoint your expectations, and work hard to maintain the stability and peace of London!"

The police officer slapped his toes and tried his best to straighten his back, but he could only give a crooked salute.

"The safety of the city of London depends on you officers!" The figure just smiled, "You officers are busy with work, so let's not bother you for now. I will take my wronged friend back to have a rest."

"It's okay, you are busy first, then I will leave first." The police officer smiled obsequiously and retreated.

John Watson, who was witnessing the whole process, just looked at this figure in doubt, feeling that the other person's voice and body shape did not correspond to the acquaintance in his memory, so he couldn't help asking: "First of all, I am very grateful to you for taking me out of prison. rescued from the midst, but who are you?"

"Hahaha, John, how long has it been since I saw you, don't you recognize me?"

The figure changed back to the original voice and walked out of the darkness laughing, although the shoulders were padded with shoulder pads, the soles of the feet seemed to be raised, and the beard was still stained on the face.

But Watson knew that this person was his target, Winfrey Morgan—the black and long-haired alien body in the moth's vision could not be faked!

"Ah, Mr. Morgan! It turned out to be you?! How could it be...you rescued me?!!!"

Watson cried out in surprise, his bruised and purple face was filled with surprise and gratitude.

"Well, I heard from Clovet that you were provoked by the young lady of the Holmes family and thrown into jail. The other party even used the privileges of the nobility. If you want to press for a trial tomorrow morning, you will definitely be imprisoned." Winfreys said and shook his head, "I know Mr. John, you are definitely not such an impulsive person, and you also have a warm heart. Little Anna and Clovette both asked me to find a way to save you."

"But, Mr. Morgan, how did you know—"

"I'm just an ordinary doctor, and of course I don't know the police officers in Scotland Yard, but ever since our crossroads hospital became more and more prosperous, there was an honorable gentleman who couldn't name him who wanted to join in, but I wanted to Guarantee that the purity of the free hospital will not be influenced by outsiders, and I have never agreed... But after hearing what Croweite said last night, I knew that Mr. John, a kind gentleman like you, should never be wronged and imprisoned. We can only find Mr. Xungui, and get his help in exchange for part of the shares in Crossroads Hospital."

Winfreys showed regret, but he patted Watson's shoulder heavily, "It's okay, as long as Mr. John can regain your freedom, these small prices are nothing...as long as Mr. John you As long as people are still there."

Although the man did not flick his tears easily, Watson still had crystal clear tears in his eyes. He choked up and said, "Mr. Morgan, I really can't repay your kindness."

As he said that, he knelt down on one knee, buried his head deeply, and said in an excited but firm voice: "Mr. Morgan! Please let me follow you! I will swear allegiance to you and become the right man in your palm." The sword is neither moved by wealth nor by others. Your words are the orders I swear allegiance to, and I will always be loyal to you and fight for your ideals, even if there is a mountain of blades in front of you Hai, I will follow your instructions and move forward!"

"Oh, Mr. John, you are so grand, please get up quickly."

Winfreys Morgan said so, but put his palm on the top of John Watson's head who knelt on one knee like a knight swearing allegiance to the lord, feeling the lower head under his palm, he was satisfied smiled.

However, the back alley of Scotland Yard was dimly lit, and he did not notice that under the loyal knight's loose trousers, the knight's knees were not kneeling on the ground, but were suspended a centimeter above the ground.

A loyal knight is not loyal.

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The next morning.

Croweite is working in the triage desk. After the initial enthusiasm for the opening of the hospital has passed, the number of patients in the hospital during the day has decreased a lot—after all, most of the lower-level people in Wudu City need to work hard during the day in exchange for meager income. money to sustain the family.

Only those poor people who are unable to work due to illness will come to see a doctor during the day, but the speed at which these patients get sick is far less than the speed at which Crossroads Hospital is cured, not to mention... some lonely patients are being discharged from the hospital Then disappeared for no reason.

This made the crossroads hospital less and less customers/meat sources during the day, and Croweite also began to feel a little bored. There were no patients in line to chat with her, and the other two church members who were in charge of triage also found that After the post was so idle, they all returned to the secret room inside the hospital and continued to carry out the internal affairs of the church, leaving her alone on duty.

yawn--

The bored girl had no choice but to tear off the hospital's promotional brochures, fold the colorful paper into frogs, snakes and big rocs, bury her head in playing the game of snake swallowing frogs and birds catching snakes, laughing to herself.

Boom, boom, the triage table rang.

Croweite hastily put away the paper toy, showing a bright smile that someone finally came to play with me, and suddenly raised her head, "Hi, may I ask if you feel—"

But when she saw the face of the visitor, her voice trembled with fright, just because it was Mr. Winfreys! "Scared the dean! I didn't mean to be lazy on purpose. No one came..."

However, Croweite noticed that there was a familiar figure behind the dean. Although his face looked very haggard, his eyes were filled with some kind of dazzling brilliance, as if he had found the goal of life, and he was no longer at a loss. , only the unwavering will to fight.

"Mr. John! Haha, Dean, you rescued Mr. John!!!" Croweite laughed and gave Mr. Dean a thumbs up.

Winfrey looked at her helplessly, he looked like a father who caught his daughter's naughty behavior but couldn't be strict, "Crowette, how many times have I said, don't take errands at work , if you are really bored, just read a book, don't just think about playing every day."

"The relationship between Mr. Morgan and Miss Crowett is really good. It looks like a harmonious father and daughter..." Watson looked at the two of them, as if he envied this kind of family warmth.

"Really? Clovette has never seen her father since she was a child. It would be great if the dean is really my father... Then I can tell others openly——Little Anna is my father." younger sister!"

Croweette showed a longing expression.But the other face on her heart didn't seem to think so. Although she didn't dare to speak nonsense because of Winfrey's presence, she showed a disgusted expression.

"Yes, Clovette, I have an important job for you now."

"Hey! What is the important job? But Croweite is still in charge of the work of the triage desk, so she can't get away."

"I'll have someone take over the work of the triage desk later. Your first task now is to take John to the hospital's dormitory building to settle down and let him have a good rest."

"The dormitory building...has Mr. John joined our big family?! Yes!!!"

Croweite was so happy that she almost jumped up. She rushed out of the triage table, holding Mr. John's hand, and was about to run to the back of the hospital, but before she took two steps, she remembered that Mr. John's legs and feet hadn't fully healed yet. , Slowed down again.

She turned her head and looked at Mr. Winfreys, who was smiling like an old father, and asked expectantly: "Then Dean, we will work overtime tonight...do you want to bring Mr. John with you?"

However, Mr. Winfreys just shook his head slowly, and the girl's heart cooled down again... So Mr. John hasn't fully joined us yet.

"Don't worry, John has just come out of that dark and damp cell, let him have a good rest today, and tomorrow night we will hold a welcoming 'ceremony' for John."

"Welcome ceremony... yes!"

Croweite happily took Mr. John's big callused hand and walked to the back of the hospital.

Winfreys Morgan watched their backs gradually disappearing, and he said in a deep voice in his heart: "Even if John, your will is far stronger than ordinary people...but as long as you have opened your heart to me, then even you will be difficult Escape the effects of the ritual!"

John Watson staggered behind Clovitt, who was striding forward, thinking in his heart: "The principle of the heart...the unceasing vitality, the strong physique without fear of scars, I must have it! "

(End of this chapter)