I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 126 A Body

The dead of night.

Watson was lying on the soft bed that smelled like the fragrance of female hormones. The girl's face was so close that he could feel her breath.

The girl's eyes were as pure as stars in the night sky, flickering flickeringly.

"John, are you sleepy?"

"Not yet..." Watson did not feel sleepy. Ever since he came into contact with Lei Ming's secret, his spirit has become more and more full, and his physical strength has become longer and longer. He will feel obviously tired and sleepy... He just feels that he can continue to fight for three days and three nights.

"Hee hee, I guess John, you should not be sleepy, after all, the spirits of our confidantes are very active, but to enter Mansu, we have to go through the transition of dreams, we have to sink into sleep... yes Well, there's one more important detail I almost forgot."

Clovet said as she stretched out her small hand from under the quilt, touched Watson's head, and gently tore off a strand of hair.

"What are you doing?" Watson asked knowingly, throwing away his hair to open the window of the woodland. This is a secret he has known and practiced many times.

Clowell blew John's hair away, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, this is a necessary procedure for entering the Mansu Woodland, but John, you don't need to know the secrets of it, it already involves another A Si Chen's secret."

"Okay, so what do we do next?"

"Next... let's fall asleep." Croweite smiled and took Watson's hand again.

At this moment, Watson and Clovet are lying on the same bed, they are sideways looking at each other, her left hand is holding his left hand, and the rhythm of her heartbeat seems to be transmitted to his heart through the palm of her hand... Watson feels again To the girl's mind, it was just like the welcome ceremony that night.

The girl sang a sleeping lullaby in a low voice, and Watson's head also echoed a calming song. In a trance, he seemed to see a dilapidated apartment building, and the whole building had an old and stale smell.

He saw a little girl talking to herself at home alone.

"Today is Friday again, and Mr. Tom upstairs started arguing with his wife again...Mr. Tom kept cursing Ms. Elaine loudly and repeatedly, and Ms. Elaine was crying loudly and shouting as usual. The same words every week, no Tom, please no! Please no!"

"It's so boring, so boring. They repeat these sentences every week. Don't Mr. Tom and Ms. Elaine feel bored?"

"Can they change some new tricks, such as beating more fiercely? For example, using kitchen knives and hammers... I hope they will fight more fiercely, so that they can also get new neighbors."

"Sister, when do you think mom will come back..."

However, as the little girl's words fell, the door of the dilapidated apartment suddenly opened by itself, as if a gust of wind blew open the door. Outside the door was a wild and ancient dark forest, where the deepest fears of mortals were hidden in the darkness.

The little girl stood up slowly, her body grew vigorously during the process of getting up, and she grew into a girl with a good figure in the blink of an eye.

The girl's figure trembled violently, her face sometimes laughed and sometimes resented, the laughter and resentment overlapped and then separated, as if the lights and shadows of two girls were intertwined... The lights and shadows gradually peeled off and separated as they trembled, turning into two slim and graceful Among the young girls, one was smiling joyously, the other was showing mad resentment.

After the laughing girl took shape, she immediately jumped over and hugged the resentful girl, hanging on the other girl like a koala, and she laughed happily.

"Sister, long time no see, do you miss me?"

Although the Laughing Girl called the Resentful Girl her older sister, in fact their faces couldn't tell the difference between their age and age, they just looked more mature because of the grim expression of the Resentful Girl.

Facing her younger sister's enthusiasm, the venomous girl just pushed away the kiss that Clovitt approached with disgust, and tore her away from her body.

"Come on, hurry up and pull John Watson in."

"Oh, okay." Croweite obediently climbed down, and then came to the old wooden wardrobe at home. This big wooden cabinet is still the same as before, with its own graffiti all over it, and moldy mushrooms growing.

She knocked on the cabinet door three times, and then pulled open the old wooden cabinet, only to see John curled up inside with a dazed expression.

"K...Crowett? Where is this place? Didn't you say that Mansu's first stop was the woodland?"

The resentful girl said: "This is between our hearts, our most basic dreams, our transit station to Mansu."

Watson looked at the familiar face that he had seen on Croweette's chest many times before, but now he had to pretend it was the first time he saw it.

He pointed to the two girls with very similar faces in front of him, and shouted in shock: "Scared?! How could there be two Croweites?!"

The resentful girl just crossed her arms and glanced at him with contempt, "Stupid pig, I'm not Clovite, I'm her sister Emma!"

"elder sister?"

Watson was very confused when he heard the speech of this woman who looked like Clovite but called herself Emma. He turned his head to look at another Clovite who couldn't help laughing, and found a familiar trait in the other's smile , he knew that the girl who was laughing was the Croweite he had come into contact with himself.

"Crowett, what's going on here? When did your sister enter the dream with us, did she come in after I fell asleep? Why haven't you mentioned this Miss Emma before? "

Croweite barely stopped the smile on her face, she tilted her head and replied: "My sister has always been with us."

"With us all this time?"

After hearing this, Watson showed a strange expression. He looked suspiciously at Miss Emma, ​​who looked more dignified, and asked hesitantly, "Could it be that Miss Emma... have been hiding under the bed?"

Emma couldn't help rolling her eyes after hearing this, and Clowell even covered her mouth and sniggered.

The performance of the two made Watson puzzled. He acted as if he was confused and flustered, "Could it be that I guessed wrong? Miss Emma actually came in after I fell asleep?"

"No, actually my sister is..." Croweite paused and looked at Emma who had the same face, and continued after receiving the other party's slight nod of agreement:

"Actually, my sister and I share the same body."

(End of this chapter)