I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 111 Are you free tonight?
Watson has been busy until late at night, waiting for the last batch of off-duty interviewers to leave before finally ushering in a break.

Even though he has already experienced the feedback from the Moth and Blade secret transmission, and his physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people, after two consecutive days of high-intensity work, he still feels a little tired... After all, his energy is still not as good as that of the cultivator. A long-standing sectarian.

But fortunately and unfortunately, it is because his endurance is not enough to support the high-intensity work for six days a week, or because he has not yet fully gained the trust of the church... Every night, other believers always Will disappear silently in the dormitory building, go to some hidden meeting place to do the so-called overtime work at night.

However, Watson did not show any eagerness to know the affairs of the sect. He is now playing the role of an ordinary person who has just come into contact with the power of secret transmission, and is constantly studying how to speed up the progress of deciphering the scriptures of the heart, and obtain a deeper level as soon as possible. secret transmission power.

The heart is the principle of longevity and continuity, and it also contains elements such as movement and dance.

Compared with the three secret transmissions of moth, blade, and cup, the way of practicing the rule of heart is easier and simpler.

Everything in the world is moving all the time, and the cells of the human body are also constantly moving. The esoteric apprentices who practice the heart rule can gradually decipher the heart scriptures as long as they are still alive and can breathe. Some are too slow...but intense movement can also speed up the process of deciphering the scriptures.

So Watson worked hard during the day, ran around the hospital after work, and exercised with his own weight in the dormitory room... But even so, the decryption progress of the scriptures in the heart of the soul body was quite slow, secreting out from time to time. A trace of extremely weak vitality is just enough to barely restore the muscles that are sore, swollen and sore during the day. If it weren't for the fact that he also has the second-level secret transmission of moths, his physique is amazing, and the energy he increases every day may not be able to keep up with the consumption speed.

"Why is my esoteric scripture deciphering so slowly?" Watson asked, munching on a baked potato.

Clovette cut through the half-cooked fried egg, dipped white bread into his mouth, "Well... this is normal, everyone has gone through at least a month of penance to fully decipher the secret of thunder."

"Is there any way to speed it up?"

"Yes, but, Mr. John, you have just joined the church, so you can't get in touch with these things yet."

"Is it your 'overtime work' every night?"

"Hey! Mr. John, how do you know that we have to work overtime every night?! We obviously only set off late at night after everyone fell asleep."

"Oh, I couldn't sleep last night and wanted to chat with you, but I kept knocking on the door but I didn't see your answer, so I guess you must have gone out at night." Watson had already finished eating and got up, ready to put the bowl, knife and fork away to the communal sink.

"...Disturbing others' sleep is not something good children should do." Croweite put on a stern face and pretended to be an adult, but she couldn't control her smile in an instant, "Next time, next time When I am resting, John, if you are still bored, you can come and play with me. How about we go to Holborn's again? I think the cream of mushroom soup looks delicious. We didn't eat it last time. .”

Watson seemed a little sullen, "Crowett, the creamy mushroom soup you mentioned...couldn't it be the mushroom soup that was poured on my head at that time?"

"Haha, yes, John, do you think the mushroom soup tastes good too?" Croweite seemed to think of the funny appearance of John's white soup dripping on his head that day, and couldn't help laughing out loud.she
Putting down the bowl, he held Watson's arm and said coquettishly, "How about we try it next time, okay?"

"I'm sorry, I can rest tomorrow on Sunday... But Clovitt, you have to continue to be on duty at the triage desk tomorrow. It seems that you can't satisfy your desire for creamy mushroom soup."

Clovet said angrily: "What?! I'll go to Marina later and ask her to rearrange her duty schedule. Clovet will also rest tomorrow!"

"Hahaha, I don't believe that Ms. Marina will agree to your request for leave. When I carried patients to their consulting room during the day, I heard her say that you have used up your vacation time for this month last time, and you can't let you keep going. It's not fair to other church members to ask for leave."

"Hmph, I don't believe that Marina is as cold-blooded and ruthless as you said, John. She usually likes me very much. As long as I mention it to her when I work overtime tonight, she will definitely give me a rest tomorrow."

"Crowett, what are you working overtime at night? Is it a secret activity that I'm not qualified to know?"

"Uh... John, don't ask, Mr. Winfreys has specifically ordered Clovite not to talk nonsense, and if he finds out later, he will scold me again." Clovite was jumping in front Jumping and walking, suddenly turned back and said.

"Let me guess, did you go out of the city last night, and you still went to some dark, humid place with poor air circulation... Is it some deep mountain cave that no one has visited for a long time?"

"Hey! John, how do you know?!" Clovite asked in surprise with wide-eyed eyes, "You followed us out last night?!"

"No, it's just that when you came back this morning, the road steps in front of the hospital were covered with moss that would only grow in a dark and anoxic environment. Although the soles of your shoes look clean, I guess you should be in the hospital. Scratched the soles of the shoes on the side of the street before coming back... so there are some marks on the outside."

Watson looked at the stunned Croweite, and continued: "But you are really not careful enough to leave such obvious marks. Don't worry, I have already cleaned it for you, remember to remind you when you work overtime tonight Nello, pay attention to the covert work of trails, that's not what I taught him before."

"Wow—John, you are so smart!!! No wonder Mr. Nello has been admiring you before, saying that as long as you join us, we will explore the secret—" Clovite found that she almost said something The truth, quickly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.

"Hehe, this is just basic trace observation. It is the most basic skill on the battlefield. A soldier who cannot judge the weight of the baggage by the depth of the wheels is not a good officer."

"Great, great!" Croweite applauded applaudingly, but then came another annoyed sentence, "John, when you said this...it looked like that kind of vegetable market Just like the uncles and aunts who boast that their sows are fat and strong and have just given birth to twelve piglets, there is a kind of indescribable humility."

"You!!!" Watson seemed to have been exposed, and raised his palm angrily.

"Hahaha, I'm not wrong, you really look alike John." Croweite laughed and ran away.

Watson didn't catch up, but watched in silence as Croweite raced back upstairs.

But he was thinking in his heart: "Judging from Nelo's tired expression this morning, they should have encountered some obstacles in their actions last night... Maybe they should come to seek my help in the next few days. "

But Nelo came much sooner than he thought. Just as he was about to go to sleep after washing up, there was a knock on the door of the dormitory.

The person who came was Nello Bacchus, who was wearing work clothes. He was carrying a clear cloth bag in his hand, and a gun was obviously hidden in it.

"Sir Watson, are you free tonight? Our operation needs your help."

(End of this chapter)