I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 121 Dry Words
Crowett finally persuaded Ms. Marina, who was in charge of scheduling, to give her a Sunday off.

Watson kept his word and invited Clovitt to Holborn's for his long-awaited cream of mushroom bisque.

At the dinner table, he showed the appearance of a newcomer who had just come into contact with the hidden world and was anxious to learn more, whispering and asking for information about various types of secret transmissions.

However, Croweite, who has always been easy to talk to, just smiled and said nothing when faced with frequent questions from her good friend John.

Hmm... so it's the taste, it's really fresh, fragrant and sweet!
Much better than my mother's gravy with the cream of the day and wild roadside mushrooms!
It's a pity that I couldn't bring my mother...By the way, sister, what do you think of the taste?Is it much better than the wild mushroom soup we drank when we were young?
Hey sister, why don't you talk? I remember that every time we passed by here when we were young, you would quietly tell me that we must live a good life in the future and come here to eat every day.

Croweite has not heard her sister's reply, but this does not affect her happily eating this free lunch... As for John's question?Mr. Winfreys had specifically reminded me before that the information of the hidden world should not be disclosed in advance to new church members in advance, so as to prevent them from being accidentally exposed to knowledge that they should not know, and falling into loss of control and distortion.

John is a good friend who will treat me to a big meal. I can't let him lose control by leaking the news in advance... Otherwise, how can anyone treat me to delicious food in the future? !

So this lunch ended with Watson's constant questioning and Croweite's smile.

They boarded a rented carriage and returned to Crossroads Hospital. Before the two of them passed through the hospital and returned to the dormitory building, a church member came up and said, "John, the dean is looking for you, and I want you to go to his office later." one trip."

"Okay, thank you, I'll go there right away." Watson turned his head and said to Clovitt: "Then I'll go to Mr. Morgan's office first, Clovitt, go back by yourself."

"Goodbye." Croweite waved her hand with a smile, and before walking a few steps, she turned back and shouted: "By the way, John, can we change to another restaurant next week? I'm getting tired of Holborn's restaurant." .”

"My wallet won't last long if I eat like this every week."

Watson, on the other hand, had a dumbfounding expression, thinking that Clovite is obviously the secret of the heart, not the secret of the cup, why is he so greedy for food... Wait, I seem to have missed something!
The focus of his pupils was still concentrated on Clovette's face, but at the same time he was distracted to look at the other face on the other's chest from the corner of his eye, that beautiful face with the same face but full of resentment and viciousness... Could it be that this other face of Croweite also has a cup appearance?
When Croweite heard Watson's words, she showed a pitiful appearance like a kitten, blinking her charming big eyes, "Then... can it be done every month? If it happens, I can do it every month." Let Ms. Marina give us the same rest day."

Watson frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about this proposal, but he was thinking in his heart:

"According to the vision of the moth, most of the employees in the entire Crossroads Hospital have the appearance of deformed sarcoma in their chests, except for Winfreys, Nello, and Croweite who have another special appearance. appearance."

"Obviously, the three of them have different secret transmission paths from other employees... Could this be the promotion ceremony mentioned by Little Victor?" The more Watson thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible. If this group of esoteric believers were not promoted through normal practice and practice, but obtained supernatural taboo power through some weird mysterious ritual, it would also explain why their esoteric appearances look so similar.

"Based on this inference, Croweite is obviously different from other employees... But why is she? What is the essential difference between her and other secret cultists?"

"Is it her smile and happiness anytime, anywhere? Could it be that the practice of Secret Biography requires such a big-hearted person who has no sorrow or sorrow?"

Watson can't verify his thoughts for the time being, but he knows that the result will come to his door soon... But right now, building a good relationship with Croweite is definitely a matter of great benefit and no harm!

So he said in a tone of embarrassment and hesitation: "Okay, if it's just one meal a month... I should still be able to afford it. Fortunately, I don't need to pay rent or food in the hospital." Fee, my little pension is still enough."

"Yeah!!!" Clovet was so happy that she was almost jumping up, with a joyful smile on her face, "Then I won't bother John, you and Mr. Winfreys, you go quickly. "

"Ah."

Today is a rest Sunday, and the free clinic at Crossroads Hospital is suspended. Except for some hospitalized patients, the pure white building in Nuo Dama is quite empty.

Watson came to the dean's office on the top floor, knocked three times, and waited for permission to come in before pushing the door open.

"Mr. Morgan, I heard that you have something to ask me?"

The dean's office at Crossroads Hospital is still so simple, Winfreys is sitting behind the desk writing and drawing at the moment, but Watson sees the rules of his handwriting movement, it is more like doing some kind of copying and graffiti, it seems to be Take notes on reading.

Hearing the sound, Winfrey closed the pages of the book lightly. His movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid that too much force would damage the quaint and incomplete book in his hand... It was a thread-bound hand that looked very old. Codices, book covers embellished with dried coral, paper yellowed with jagged edges.

"Oh John, here you come, sit down first."

Watson sat on the ottoman in front of the desk, his back straight like a soldier waiting for a general to review.

Winfreys put the broken manuscript book back into the drawer under the desk. Watson had deliberately looked away, but from the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse that the cover of the broken book seemed to have changed. transparent.

He was able to see what was going on inside the pages of the book. The book was transcribed in a strange language that was neither English nor Latin. Those words were mixed with strange power beyond common sense, which seemed to make the witnesses feel dry mouth and Dry tongue.

This made Watson unreasonably think of the secret scriptures... The text used in this broken manuscript seems to be a powerful language like the secret scriptures.

(End of this chapter)