I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 130 Short Story
"John, you're actually a mothman."

"Mothman?" Watson looked back at the sound, but slowly shook his head, "No, I'm not a mothman."

He has already sensed the peculiar atmosphere in the room, the sweet and intoxicating breath in the air, and some kind of whispering whispers, which seem to be forcing him to let go of his inner defenses and throw away the unnecessary disguise.

He only felt that this seemed to be a bit similar to the effect of thiopental sodium, but it was more inclined to directly affect the mind and spirit, rather than interfering with the spirit through physical stimulation through drugs.But fortunately, this is not the effect of the medicine - because Watson's body does not seem to be another timeline, has not received all kinds of drug resistance training, and it is difficult to resist the attacks of many drugs, so he can only rely on simple Strong body to bear.

But at this moment, the feeling of unhappiness rippling in his heart made him feel a little bad and abnormal. This was obviously from the spiritual influence of the secret transmission side, and now he was on strike with the moth phase, the blade phase was weak, and the heart phase had not yet Formed... I can only bear all this by relying on my own willpower.

However, even if he had to tell the truth under this influence, he would never admit that he was a mothman.

He really never felt that he was a mothman. Although the secret transmission he first came into contact with was a moth, and the secret transmission he made the most progress was also a moth, and the moth has been subtly affecting him... But Watson always felt in his heart that, If he had to pick out the personality that best suits him from the nine principles, he thought it should be the blade.

Blade, the rule of battle and struggle.But Watson loves fighting and killing even more. He enjoys the feeling of those fresh lives quietly disappearing from his fingers.

So this question, he has indeed given a close-to-heart answer.

As for why she didn't tell the truth about the Blademan... It's the questioner's fault. She just asked whether she was a mothman, and didn't ask about the specific image. Watson's answer was already a sincere answer that completely matched the meaning of the question.

"No?" Emma hehe, her laughter was full of disdain.

"Do you really think I'm a fool who only knows how to laugh? I've already noticed that something was wrong when the moths flew around in the woodland. Although the moths in the woodland have always acted out of whimsy, it's not surprising that they can do anything. But they hovered above our heads for so long last night, they must have some kind of purpose... I guess, maybe they are waiting for a reply from an old friend?"

"And the most important point..."

Emma looked Watson up and down, her eyes were burning.

She approached slowly, as if she wanted to break into the other party's psychological safety zone with a certain forceful attitude.

"Although John, you pretended to fall to the ground immediately after the woodland moths left, covered your body with broken moss leaves and rotten soil, intending to cover up a special phenomenon that happened to you...but you missed an important point, That is, all the damage suffered by the soul body will be reflected back to the waking world."

"The moment we left Mansu by falling, I immediately smelled the faint smell of blood coming from under your clothes... I guess you must be covered in bruises at this moment."

"If it were at other times, I might mistake you for the Qi phase in the soul body out of control, and unconsciously open my body."

"However, I combined your unprovoked self-injury phenomenon with the moth swarm in the woodland just now, and I know that you definitely didn't lose control because you were exposed to the influence of Qi in the woodland... the bloody blood on your body The smell should be because the skin peeled off to expose the inner muscle fibers."

"This shedding-like behavior coincides with the principle of moths throwing away unnecessary things!"

"And after you encountered involuntary molting, you were able to move forward with us with an attitude that nothing happened. Obviously, you have already experienced more than one moth phase!"

"So, John Watson, you must be a mothman!"

Emma looked at Watson who was hesitant to speak, and said softly: "Don't try to cover up and don't try to explain... A moth may deceive other people, but a moth can never deceive a moth!"

Watson just shook his head, "You misunderstood, I just want to ask, have you read too many detective novels recently? I feel familiar with your reasoning process... Could you be Charlotte Holmes? Are you a loyal fan?"

Emma didn't change her face, but her eyes were slightly dodged. She said forcefully: "Detective novels... what kind of nonsense is that?!"

"John Watson, you mothman disguised your identity and waited for an opportunity to sneak into our hospital. What is your purpose? What plan and conspiracy do you plan to implement?!"

Miss Emma, ​​who was wearing Clovette's face, pressed her to ask, but her voice was very low, and it was better to whisper in Watson's ear than to ask sharply.

"Purpose? My purpose is very simple. I just want to know the deeper secrets of Si Chen and obtain a higher level of taboo power."

Facing this question, Watson just smiled slightly. He didn't see any panic about revealing his identity. He walked slowly back to the edge of the bed and sat down. Then he raised his head and looked at the girl with her hands on her hips.

"However, Miss Emma, ​​what are your plans?"

Emma, ​​who was disguised as her younger sister, looked a little unhappy when she heard that her identity had been exposed.

Watson continued: "If Miss Emma intends to tell Mr. Winfreys the results of your so-called conjecture and reasoning, and expose what you think is my hidden identity, my evil intentions... so big After I leave, you can go directly to meet Winfrey Morgan and tell what you said just now."

"But Miss Emma, ​​you didn't do this. Instead, you chose to tell me these things in person, and you deliberately lowered your voice during the telling process, and quietly diffused the influence of cups and moths in the room, trying to make me feel relieved. Put your inner defenses...but at the same time you are actually guarding against the eavesdropping in the next room."

"I dare to reason according to your thinking mode just now, Miss Emma... Then I guess Miss Emma also has some ulterior purpose, and some kind of plan and conspiracy to implement."

Watson smiled and looked at the girl whose complexion was getting worse and worse, and asked: "Miss Emma, ​​do you see that my reasoning has inherited your style? Can I become a teacher?"

Emma's complexion is cloudy and sunny, as if she is changing her face, sometimes her eyes are bright but her teeth are gritted, sometimes her face is gloomy but her brows are smiling...Watson feels that both Cloweette and Emma appear at the same time on the same face.

But this strange expression only lasted for less than a minute, and the girl's pretty face quickly returned to a gloomy look, this is Emma.

Emma seemed to have experienced a fierce battle in just a minute, and fine sweat was seeping from her forehead. She roughly wiped off the sweat, and hurriedly sat on the side of the bed.

"I'm running out of time, and Croweette will wake up soon."

"I'll keep it short."

(End of this chapter)