I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 163 Meeting with the 'Old Drunkard'
How to purify and refine the life force, that is, the vitality, extracted from the body of a mortal who has never awakened his sexuality?
Regarding the question of Chief Watson, Nello has already expressed all the secrets and experiences he knows through encrypted words.

But in fact, the Crossroads Church has not really grasped the way to improve the mental state by absorbing the vitality of others. At present, the reason why this group of esoteric believers absorb the vitality of prisoners is to use it more as a reserve material-planted within the order. Emerald branches are good heart container, not only can be used to transport the vitality of life, but also can be used for long-term storage.

"Although these turbid mortal vitality cannot be directly absorbed to enhance the growth of the mind, it can be stored inside the emerald branches and sold to other churches in need."

"And it can also be used as fertilizer for the Emerald Tree—the life vitality that is full of dirt and impurities will also be transformed into almost completely pure vitality nectar after being filtered by the Emerald Tree. After extraction, it can speed up teaching An energy drink that develops friendship!"

"Moreover, the vitality taken from the experimenter's body can also be directly fed back to the same mortals, so that their injuries can heal quickly, and this can also be used in the free clinic treatment in the hospital-using the lives of these criminals , to save those poor patients who really need treatment!"

Nello said so, and at the same time picked up a scalpel next to him, and slashed open the belly of experimenter No. [-] with a single stroke, and the bright red and sticky blood slowly flowed out along the straight knife mark.

"Healing others is originally the effect of the awakening pulse, that is, the secret ability of the third-level heart, but Mr. Winfreys once taught us a simplified method, so that the second-level heart can also display this ability Ability, but the difficulty will be slightly increased."

"Although direct infusion of vitality can also play a role in healing injuries, vitality is the embodiment of the principle of the heart, and it also moves endlessly like a restless heart. Once it enters the body of others, it will burst like water Out of control, it spread to every place in the opponent's body."

"In this way, it will not be able to heal the injury quickly."

"So we have to focus on confining the flow of vitality to the injured part, like a half-loose and half-tight faucet switch, releasing vitality in a stable and controllable way—this is not an ability that can be learned simply by knowing the theory, it needs to be After long-term practice, understanding the structure of different wounds, knowing the difference between muscle fibers and internal organs, and feeling the difference between every inch of flesh, so every member of our church is a qualified surgeon—”

Before Nelo could fully say the word Doctor, he was surprised to find that the slightly open belly of experimenter No. [-] had begun to heal slowly under Mr. Watson's palm. Visibly healing!

He couldn't help being speechless for a moment, but the next second he turned into a hearty laugh.

"Haha, you are indeed Mr. Watson. I haven't even finished explaining how to operate it, but you are already able to perform the secret method of healing so proficiently! It seems that I have underestimated your wisdom too much!"

Facing the bragging of the old subordinate, Watson just smiled modestly.

But in his heart, he was thinking, the details of the wound, the structure of the human body?He has already learned this knowledge in anatomy courses in another timeline, and has even personally practiced the details more than once. This knowledge, I believe that no one in this Crossroads Hospital knows better than him.

After almost healing the injury of experimenter No. [-], he asked, "I still have a little turbid vitality left, what should I do?"

Nello just pointed to the emerald roots twisted and protruding like a logging stump in the center of the experimenter, "Just infuse it here, and the excess turbid vitality will be transmitted to the main trunk by itself, and transformed into honey containing pure vitality."

When Watson finished all this work, the bell that symbolized the end of overtime work at night had already sounded softly, and it was time for their group of hospital workers to return to their daytime jobs.

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The shadow of the sundial's needle circled around several times, and soon it was Sunday again.

According to the previous 'promise', on this slightly warmer day, Watson and Clovite rushed to Hall, where they had dinner this week, in a rented carriage that could only be caught one kilometer away from the Crossroads Hospital. This restaurant.

On the slightly bumpy two-seater carriage, Clovette asked with some doubts: "John, are you going to Holborn Restaurant again today? I'm a little tired of the dishes there."

"Why don't we go to the previous Rules restaurant today? I want to taste the fawn tartare steak again—" the girl said, recalling the tender and smooth meat, she could only feel the taste of the cup in her soul They all seemed a little anxious, and they couldn't help but stick out their pink tongue to lick their bright red lips, and swallowed heavily.

"The taste of the deer steak is so sweet! I feel like I'll taste it a few more times, maybe my—" Croweite suddenly remembered that she was no longer in the hospital dormitory building where she could talk freely, but came to the In a street full of mortals, one should be more cautious when speaking, so she withdrew the important part and continued:

"Maybe my 'that'——John, you should understand what I'm talking about, right? In short, even my 'that' is touched. Maybe after tasting that delicious food a few more times, my 'that' can go a step further."

Watson nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "I understand, isn't it the 'that' of that, I understand! But as a century-old restaurant, Rules restaurant is not so easy to book, at least You have to wait another month... just wait patiently."

After hearing this, the girl couldn't help but feel a little downcast, "That's it...that's a pity."

During the chat, the rented carriage had arrived in front of the Holborn restaurant. Watson once again showed the character that a gentleman should have, and helped Crowet, who was wearing a thick winter dress, get out of the carriage.

However, before they reached the door and informed the doorman of the restaurant of the seats they reserved in advance, a dirty old beggar with the smell of alcohol suddenly rushed out from the side of the road, like a tiger preying on him. A fierce low pounce struck, tightly hugging Watson's left leg!
The old beggar was wearing maybe a blanket discarded by a certain family, or a tarpaulin discarded by a factory. All in all, it looked thick and heavy, as if it was the bed bedding that the old beggar carried with him, but it was stained with thick Thick oil stains and grass clippings, as well as some unknown dried liquid, seemed to be vomit after drunkenness.

Watson and Crowette—especially Crowette, who has a high sense of smell and taste because of her refined cup appearance, as the old beggar came, she immediately smelled a sour and pungent disgusting smell , The stench is so strong that it seems to be a thick armor attached to the opponent's body surface.

The moment Clovite sniffed this disgusting smell, she had already held her breath very wisely, suspended the exchange of gas inside and outside the lungs, and was temporarily immune to the bombing of this biological weapon bomb.

Watson, on the other hand, relied on his willpower to endure it for the time being, but there was already a faint trace of impatience and disgust on his brows.

The old beggar raised his dirty face covered with soot and oil as if it had just been drilled out of the mine, the huge red wine-grooved nose still gleamed with greasy light, and his eyes looked like white cloud Looking at the two well-dressed gentlemen and ladies in front of him, he pleaded bitterly with his hoarse voice that had been corroded by inferior cigarettes and spirits for a long time:

"Handsome sir, beautiful lady, please do me a favor, take pity on me, an old bastard, I haven't eaten for five days—hiccup!" The smelly wine hiccup completely refuted what he said, but he still grabbed the gentleman's trousers cheekily, and continued to sell miserably: "I beg you to give me a little money, you see, you can already come to this luxurious hotel." The restaurant has a big meal, so can't you give me a little money so that the old man can also have a full meal?!"

The old beggar who was actually a drunk exaggeratedly wailed: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo , please give me some money I wish the two of you get married soon and give birth to a chubby boy! Woooooo—"

Hearing the begging words of the old drunk, Clovet just maintained a polite and stiff smile, slowly took the arm of his friend, stared at John with wide eyes, and tapped his toes as if he was a little impatient , but in fact, he has already urged in walking words: "John, hurry up! Just give him a few coins!!!"

Sensing the message from the girl through the rhythm of her heartbeat, Watson had no choice but to randomly take out a few shilling coins with a profile of George III printed on them from his trouser pocket.

The old alcoholic who was still hugging his left leg tightly when he saw the face of George III on the coin immediately showed a flattering smile and stretched out his palms together to form a bowl, as if waiting for alms from the other party.

However, his yellow and blackened teeth looked so disgusting that Watson felt uncomfortable. He simply dropped the few coins on the ground, and while the old alcoholic bent over to pick up the money, he pulled Clovet left quickly, and immediately ran into the restaurant, as if afraid that the dirty old alcoholic would continue to chase him down.

But in fact, the old drunkard didn't have time to pay attention to them at all, but smiled and lowered his head to pick up the coins that fell on the ground, and put them one by one in his palm, as if he had already started to figure out how to use this little money to exchange for a few pots of private wine Strong potato wine, and then find a good place to drink it until the sky is dark, and the sun and the moon will be darkened after drinking it! ! !
And the doorman of the restaurant also seems to think that letting this old drunkard pull customers at the door will have a great impact on the reputation of the restaurant. He has already brought a strong broom from the back kitchen, and he will sweep the damned broom like a trash. The old drunkard drove away... However, when he slapped the broom hard, the old drunkard who was supposed to be dazed and unconscious suddenly rolled on the ground, avoiding the doorman's attack like a coincidence. broom.

Just when the doorman was wondering why the old drunkard was so sensitive all of a sudden, he saw that the old drunkard was already rolling on the ground several times in excitement, yelling "Yeah, there's another drink!"Then he happily got up from the road, bouncing and running towards the distance with those coins in his hands... I guess I should have gone to find that kind of unhygienic private brewery, damn it What a crazy old alcoholic, most of his brains have been poisoned by those low-quality alcohol!
And Watson has already entered the restaurant. He is opening the seat for Clowell, who is traveling with him, so that the other person can sit down smoothly. Crazy old drunkard.

Looking at the back of the old alcoholic who gradually disappeared until he disappeared, he couldn't help showing a smile in his heart.

"Miss Charlotte's acting skills have improved!"

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Charlotte Holmes was scurrying around in the intricacies of London. Her movements were quick and flexible, and she was as familiar with the terrain of these narrow alleys and deep streets as a mouse living in a sewer.

She stepped on puddle after puddle of sewage, and the moment the stinky water splashed, an old garment fell off her body.

She leaped over piles of trash, a piece of camouflage falling from her face as she jumped over mountains of trash.

When the female detective rushed out of this dark alley like a swift cheetah, there was already an unattractive two-seater taxi waiting for her at the entrance of the alley, and the driver was Arvette who was also disguised.

Charlotte is still maintaining her disguise at the moment, but she looks more like a tall and thin worker who has been tortured by life. She quickly opened the small door and got into the car, while Alwitt, who had been waiting for a long time, left immediately. here.

The female detective and the others had been wandering around in and around London until nightfall before turning back to the headquarters building of the Anti-Suppression Bureau.

Charlotte had already shed her camouflage makeup at this time, and returned to the tall and charming image. With vigorous steps, she pushed open the blue door and walked into the No. [-] quiet room with only one lamp, one table and one chair.

She took out the shillings she got from Watson from her bosom. These one-shilling coins from [-] looked very worn out, and the words By the Grace of God on the outer circle were already very blurred— — But that’s not the point, the point is the faint cutting marks around the coin, and the extremely abnormal weight of the coin! ! !
The female detective has already borrowed the corresponding cutting tool from the Field Service Department. She clamped one of the shillings, followed the faint trace on the side of the perimeter, and cut the shilling in half again. Sure enough, there is a thin piece of thin paper folded in half hidden inside!

She repeated the same trick, cutting up the remaining few shillings in the same way, and placed them on the table front and back according to the numerical order on the paper. The contents of the paper in tiny ciphertext.

【Miss Charlotte:】

[Long time no see... It's really been a long time this time. 】

　Originally, today I wanted to write about Watson passing through the White Gate with the help of Croweite... But I felt that some logic was not quite right while writing it, so I deleted it.

　　
　
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