I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 109: Heart

【Miss Charlotte:】

[The plan is being implemented smoothly as we thought. I have gained the initial trust of Winfreys, and I have been able to join the team at Crossroads Hospital and become a voluntary nurse... Although there is no pay, it is considered to be full of food and lodging , the food is also very good, the meat is complete and the nutrition is balanced. 】

[I suggest that our Sherlock Holmes Detective Agency should also hire a full-time chef in the future, so that we can save us the time of dining out, and we can also eat freshly baked desserts anytime, anywhere. 】

[The topic seems to be a bit far away...Let's get back to the topic, is that young guy okay, did I hit too hard?But I had to do my best to keep Crowett (the woman I was dining with, who was part of Winfreys' team) from seeing the problem.Please say sorry to him for me. 】

[I have now officially lived in the staff dormitory of Crossroad Hospital. This is the last time I will return to the apartment. Maybe in the next period of time, we will temporarily cut off contact. The soldiers in the city looked at the problem carefully. 】

[According to our original agreed plan, after I have fully gained the trust of the Winfreys gang, I will activate the second communication channel... According to the current progress, I estimate that this process will take about three months. 】

[If my next reply date has passed this deadline...then there is a high possibility that I have already betrayed my integrity. Miss Charlotte, please activate the emergency plan immediately...to erase me! 】

[Sincerely, J.W. 】

After Watson sent this secret letter through the night, he destroyed the oak longbow disguised as a clothes-drying pole in his hand, cut off the bow string, split the bow arm, and smashed it into garbage that could not see the original appearance at all. Household waste is mixed together and discarded.

Then he carried his most important luggage, a large bag of guns and weapons, and left the apartment where he lived briefly.

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The staff dormitory of Crossroads Hospital is a small concave-shaped building, just a hundred yards behind the hospital.

The dormitory building has four floors, with seven rooms on each floor, three two-room rooms and four one-room rooms. The current occupancy rate is barely over half... From this, we can probably see Winfreys' ambition. He seems to be Want to form a secret teaching team of dozens of people.

It seems that for the safety of employees’ property, a wall is built around the perimeter of the dormitory building that is as high as two people and as wide as two palms. The iron bars at the gate are also as thick as a small arm.And when Watson looked around, he realized that the dormitory building was built on a sharp bend in the river. The river was turbulent and extremely curved, making it difficult for boats to dock, and the natural stone-faced embankment was eight feet long. The yard is high... If someone with malicious intentions plans to attack the dormitory building from the rear, it will be quite difficult.

Even the dormitory itself is built on a raised hillside, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack... But it is only limited to the charge of the cold weapon era, and it cannot resist the bombardment of modern artillery at all.

Watson came to his newly assigned small room. Although no one lived here, it has all the furniture such as sofas, beds, wardrobes, and there is running water in the bathroom... As for the dining room, it is shared. Open fire and eat together... It reminded him of the workers' housing in the 80s in his motherland.

When he came back at night, he could already see that some day shift nurses had returned. They discussed work and life matters in groups. Shall we rest and go shopping together today? How is your child recovering now? When will your husband and the others move in together...

They seemed to be just chatting about trivial matters, looking like a group of workers who just got off work.

But these seemingly ordinary off-duty nurses, when their figures fell in Watson's vision of the moth, they all showed a strange and inhuman posture-they were just a group of monsters that roughly maintained the outline of a human!

I saw a deformed fleshy tumor the size of a washbasin protruding from the chests of these nurses. Between the sarcoma and the chests were connected knotted roots, pulsating as if they had their own life. Through the transparent thin skin, they could I saw some kind of colorful colors flowing in the weird flesh and blood tissue inside.

During the pulsation of the sarcoma, it either burst out with white light, or spit out boiling steam, or pierced out sharp hypertrophic bone fragments, or bleed out bright red viscous liquid... This is just Winfreys Some of the believers in the team have forbidden supernatural powers in their bodies!

Watson, who walked down the stairs alone, frowned slightly, and thought in his heart: "Why do the illusory realities of these people look so similar, with huge and terrifying tumors all over their chests, it's almost like the same assembly line products... Is this another popular secret transmission path? Winfrey still has such knowledge?!" "

While thinking about it, he slowly came downstairs, just in time to meet the returning nurses. They waved and greeted this new colleague enthusiastically.

"Hey, Mr. John, did you bring everything here today?" asked the lady with a pair of tiny eyes that looked like slits in the sarcoma.There seemed to be some whitest radiance brewing in her sarcomas.

"Have you had dinner, Mr. John? If not, shall we meet later?" asked the aunt whose sarcoma was transparent like bright red jelly.

"How did you rest last night? If there is anything wrong in the room, you can come to 201 and find me, Old Bill." said the bald man with hot liquid like molten molten fluid flowing from the sarcoma in his chest.

"It's all over, thank you, but I've already eaten, it's okay..." Watson responded to the friendly greetings from the group of nurses/monsters with a sincere smile, nodding his head frequently.

And Croweite, who was in the middle of the crowd, shouted loudly, "Hurry up, everyone, we have to hold a welcome ceremony for Mr. John later!!!"

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot that there is a ceremony to be held tonight."

"Old Bill, are you all ready?"

"Hey, don't you worry about my old Bill doing things? I have already prepared everything!" The uncle named Bill slapped his chest vigorously, causing the sarcoma to flow out hot liquid like magma.

Croweite seems to be more than just a mascot, she seems to have a certain status among this group of people, she clapped her hands and said with a smile: "That's great, we haven't held a welcoming ceremony for a long time, wait a minute When the dean comes back from get off work, let’s start officially!!!”

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It didn't take long for everyone who had finished their private affairs to gather in the center of the dormitory area. They moved large pieces of wood and piled them up into a hill. Watson participated enthusiastically throughout the whole process, helping to move items and arrange the venue, and distribute clear as liquor of liquid.

Watson saw the old Bill squatting down beside the wood hill, took out a bottle of rose-colored powder from his arms, and muttered words.The dry wood burst into flames in an instant, and the rising fire twisted like a snake dancing wildly.

The firelight illuminated the dormitory area, and the orange-red light shone on everyone's faces. They all held up the drinks in their glasses, silently recited speeches with unknown meanings, and then toasted tacitly. Watson, who had just arrived, was also beside Crowe Werther drank the wine in the glass under the gesture.

As he drank the hot wine that tasted as sweet as nectar, he felt a different kind of excitement in his heart, and his heart beat more powerfully and rapidly, and his heart rate exceeded two hundred in an instant!But he didn't feel the pain of arrhythmia, he only felt that there seemed to be a steady stream of vitality in his body, and his body was light and comfortable.

It is the influence of the principles of the heart... Is the liquid in the cup the wine of the heart?
Watson put down the wine glass with joy, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's so sweet and delicious! What kind of fruit wine is this? Why do I feel like there is a burst of vitality in my body, and even my left leg seems to be getting stronger? Strong!"

Croweite just smiled and didn't answer.

After drinking, everyone's emotions became high. Several nurses in a lively atmosphere took out their musical instruments and played exciting music, clapping their palms on the white-skinned big drum, and playing a thunderous rhythm.

A pair of men and women who seemed to be in love walked into the empty arena hand in hand, facing the blazing bonfire, they began to dance cheerfully and sing plain songs with unknown syllables.

Their eyes fluttered as they danced, and they conveyed their feelings for each other with powerful and beautiful dances, as if they were performing a melancholy opera praising the beauty of mountains and pines.

This completely aroused the atmosphere of the venue. Everyone stepped into the venue one after another, forming a circle hand in hand, taking ancient dance steps around the bonfire, stepping on their heels to cause earthquakes, and hitting their chests with their fists, which seemed to imply some kind of A thunderous beat.

They began to hum songs like ancient battle cries, and something beyond the imagination and cognition of mortals seemed to be summoned... The welcome ceremony officially began!
But if there is a patient who is hospitalized at this moment and has nothing to do, he will find that the nurse's dormitory is hidden in the deep darkness, and even if he looks far away, he can only see a hazy shadow.

Neither can he witness the lively bonfire dance, nor hear any joyous singing... Unless he dares to approach the small building that is undergoing a mysterious ceremony, then he will know the biggest secret hidden under this pious hospital. A secret, for which one pays the price of one's life.

Croweite also pulled the new believers beside him to join in this ancient dance that originated from the first land at the beginning of human birth.

Watson's leg disease has not fully healed, and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the dance at all. He could only stagger and follow the crowd in circles... However, as the dance became more and more intense, Watson felt some kind of power coming from his palm, from It came from the laughing Croweite, his supposedly dull legs and feet kicked up unconsciously, stepping in line with the rhythm of the dance—a marionette being drawn.

They walked with the same pace, roared with the same rhythm, their movements and beats seemed to resonate in unison, and their hearts seemed to have a certain resonance, but they still lacked a certain key quality.

Until Winfreys joined in at the kind invitation of the believers... This dance finally gave birth to souls, some kind of fanatical thoughts were passed among the people through the arms, and the endless vitality flowed among the people.

At this moment, Watson seemed to have a lot of complicated thoughts pouring into his head. He seemed to be able to listen to the voices of other people and perceive their thoughts...but at the same time, other people could also perceive his thoughts.

"Hee hee hee, Mr. John has finally joined our church, and Croweite has a new friend!"

"I heard that this John was the assistant of the female detective before, why did the leader agree to allow him to join?"

"Don't worry, since the leader has tacitly allowed him to join, he must be very sure... If you don't believe me, try to listen to his voice and see if you can find anything unusual."

"You are right, let me try..."

The silent moth in the skull suddenly woke up, vibrating its scaled wings and swaying strange mana. The scattered scales gathered in Watson's mind to form a picture, and Watson in the picture was also dancing happily.

"Hey, he seems to be just immersed in the dance, without thinking about other things."

"Hmph, I said that Mr. John is trustworthy, why are you still secretly listening to Mr. John's heart...Crowette is angry!"

A very majestic voice suddenly sounded in the unified thinking, "Enough! Everyone, focus on the ceremony!"

At this point, the complicated thoughts finally subsided.

But Watson felt that there was another unusually obvious wave rushing into his body. The wave pushed his heart open with such tyrannical thoughts, broke into his consciousness, and tried to steal the secrets in his memory... It's a pity that even if it is It was also difficult for Winfreys to see through the camouflage of the moth inside his skull, only the image of a joyous dance in his mind.

Therefore, Winfrey could only plant a seed in John's heart, planting an idea that breeds loyalty... However, when his fluctuations and consciousness left, the moth in his skull smiled contemptuously and waved his scaled wings Fan this ridiculous seed out of your mind and forget it completely.

Watson is well versed in the way of self-hypnosis. At this time, he did not completely rely on the moth in his skull, but also forcibly manipulated himself to immerse himself in a cheerful dance atmosphere.

With the progress of the ritual connection, he also began to gradually understand the undulating rhythm of the other party like thunder, and he seemed to have fallen into an illusion again.

The light and shadow of the endlessly burning bonfires began to distort, the orange-red color dimmed into black like a gloomy mountain, and the bright red liquid gushed out from the peak of the mountain, rushing straight into the sky.

The rising and dancing flames floated into the air, rumbled and vibrated in the clouds, and turned into a storm that bred thunder, and blue-purple lightning pierced the sky, as if connecting the mountains with the storm.

The mountain mother spewed the blood of the cup, and the vigilant storm sent down the thunder of the heart, and they seemed to whisper in whispers, talking about their future, and how to avoid such a future.

Boom, boom, boom——Watson's heart was beating violently like never before, and it seemed that it was about to rush out of his chest in the next moment, rushing to the sky to dance with the thunder!
The obscure and mysterious secret scriptures were born with the beating of the heart, and the scriptures were still squirming endlessly like deformed and distorted flesh and blood.

Watson's eyes snapped open, his heart beating with fresh blood.

He already knew how to communicate with the crowd dancing together.

"Thank you colleagues, I already know Lei Ming's secret!"

(End of this chapter)