I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 22 It's so delicious! ! !
I saw several overworked young women lying in disorder in the hall. They were unconscious with disheveled hair, and their faces were thin and emaciated like medicine dregs.

Their body surfaces were abnormally rosy and bloody, and they were also breathing weakly, apparently half of their lives remained.

Watson immediately detected a very strong smell of heather, which smelled like the stale spring water flowing from the deserted valleys and peaks.

The stench of rot makes one can't help but feel nauseated.

And the target of this trip, Harris Boot, is turning his back to Watson in a posture that is very familiar to him, like an old cow who has worked tirelessly to plow the ground, or like a man who has not tasted meat for a long time. Hungry jackal.

Harris's luxurious clothes have been torn like strips of cloth, and it is difficult to cover his huge body like a mountain of meat.

Looking from Watson's point of view, he saw a pair of deformed and thin arms like chicken feet growing out of the opponent's armpit!The skin under the waistline is as tender as a newborn baby who has just climbed out of a mountain spring. It is completely different from the skin color of other areas, like a patch in the shape of boxer pants sewn on the body.

To be born with four arms... This weird sense of sight is getting stronger and stronger!
Watson could imagine the hideous and terrifying face of the other party turning his head next.

But the development of the actual reality will always exceed expectations... because Harris has no time to talk to him at all, the sound of breaking the door is deaf, and he is still indulged in indulgence!
Looking at the opponent's fat as a bear's abnormally shaped body with four arms protruding, Watson intuitively felt something was wrong. Harris seemed to be even more deformed than Lance. From the looks of this sturdy body, he was extremely resistant to beating... …

Moreover, the other party seemed to be indulging in sensual desires, and did not make any major mistakes. It was still a simple transaction... Perhaps we should wait for Holmes to arrive before discussing together?
He slowly retreated behind the door, and suddenly caught sight of a piece of soil that had obviously been loosened recently beside the tulip field in the courtyard that was in full bloom.

He had some kind of intuitive premonition in his heart, picked up the shovel on the ground to dig up the soil, and hit a hard object at the first stroke. He looked down and saw a gray and stiff arm stretched out from the soft sand, smearing The bright red five fingers are slightly opened towards the sky, like a flower of corrupt flesh and blood that is about to bloom!
Watson dug harder, and he managed to dig out two naked female corpses. They looked like they were in their youth, and their faces covered with dust still had a hint of immaturity.

They are still in the best stage of life, and they deserve to enjoy the bright sunshine and fresh air, instead of being buried in the soil and turned into nutrients for flowers and plants.

Watson frowned deeply. He considered himself an extremely ruthless person. On the battlefield, he could kill the enemy without any scruples, and he would also use cruel and bloody methods to torture and interrogate prisoners.

Whether in this life or in his previous life, Watson has seen too much killing and death. When he sees wild cats and dogs crushed to death by wheels on the side of the road, he no longer thinks that it is a dead life... just a bunch of cats Raw meat in the shape of a dog or a dog.

However, the experience of growing up under the red sun still left him with a bottom line of human morality, or it should be said that it was a prohibition - in non-wartime conditions, one must not arbitrarily kill the same kind.

Unless the other party has violated this rule...

Unless the other party is trying to hurt me...

Unless the other party is trying to hurt me...

Unless the other party is helping the enemy who intends to hurt me, or is planning to help...

unless…………

All in all-Harris' behavior has clearly violated Watson's ban, and he committed it twice!

Watson recalled the original founder of this prohibition, that is, the teaching of his adoptive father-if you meet someone who violates the prohibition, and the other party has not repented, and the other party will not be punished by law...then, you No need to suppress your own nature anymore, let's let go of your murderous thoughts!

"Harris, does he belong to one of these?" Watson thought, "Yes, he killed two young ladies because of his indulgent desires. To escape legal sanctions afterwards..."

When the evidence in front of him is enough to convince him, Watson's desire to kill gushes out, like a turbulent wave breaking through the law and order, the moth in his skull flaps his wings in ecstasy, and the gap in his superego gradually expands and nearly collapses!

Natural cold-bloodedness and indifference climbed up his face, Watson said lightly:

"Harris...you really deserve to die."

Perhaps the busy monster froze slightly when he heard a familiar name, but the next second he continued to immerse himself in indulgent sensuality.

That being the case...then simply die!
The magazines rattled, the two guns spit out furious flames, and twelve rounds of bullets poured out within two seconds.

Even though Harris's head is as hard as steel like Lance's at this moment, under the fierce firepower at close range, a big bloody hole was blasted out, and the nervous tissue like red tofu brain was faintly visible in the middle. flutter.

But even after suffering such a serious injury, even if the skull has been lifted, even if the brain is inlaid with yellow-orange-orange warheads... Harris still didn't fall down, but stopped making large movements, which was enough It can be seen that its vitality is astonishing, far above the insect monster Lance!
It turned its head slowly, with a muffled roar squirming in its throat, and its azure blue eyes were filled with monstrous anger... Who is it!Dare to interrupt my pursuit of pleasure! ! !
It was the deformed face of a terrifying villain that once again surpassed Watson's imagination. I saw that Harris' sweaty face was covered with pimples the size of his knuckles, and the sides of his chin were even longer. A row of short fingers, just like the fingers of a pianist playing music, shaking up and down!

It is sticking out its tongue like a panting male dog in summer, but the 'tongue' has been split into deformed mouthparts shaped like a trident, with a thick mouth full of ferocious veins in the middle, and slender snake letters on both sides. Constantly twisting and dancing.

And on the upper body that couldn't be covered by the broken cloth strips, there were two vertical wounds on the top of the plump chest muscles that were far better than everyone present.

Watson suddenly began to loathe his current sharp eyesight, because he could clearly see the familiar organ tissue structure inside the wound, and the yellow-white pus was constantly oozing out.

This weird and infiltrating scene made Watson's face look disgusted. Compared with the insectoid Lance, the appearance of this monster in front of him hits the weakness of people's heart more directly. Stuffed into your throat, forcefully scratching your throat and forcing you to vomit out on the spot.

He forcibly suppressed the churning urge in his stomach. Now that the magazine in his hand was empty, he couldn't just stand there and wait for the enemy to counterattack.

Watson retreated quickly to open the distance, took the opportunity to pour out the hot shell casings, and refilled the yellow bullets.

Distortion Harris waved the four arms that spread out from the bucket-like body. The arms were soft and strong, like a long whip whipping the air with a crackling sound.

Its eyes were burning with anger...why!Why do you always bother me when I'm having fun!
With its two right arms, it lifts the single-seater sofa that weighs tens of kilograms, and its movements are as light as picking up a child's toy, and suddenly throws it at the annoying male creature in front of it.

Watson's legs and feet have returned to normal, and his agility is no longer as slow as when facing Lance, and he easily dodges with just one sideways move.

However, Harris' offensive has not yet stopped, and it throws out porcelain vases, small round tables, and swirling murals one after another...

Watson, whose dynamic vision has been greatly improved, avoided all these childish attacks with nimble steps. His expression was as relaxed as a stroll in a garden, and he drew his gun to fight back at intervals. Greasy blood of white fat, with bursts of hoarse cries of pain
Watson even had time to think:
"Why are Harris and Lance both deformed monsters, with such huge differences in appearance..."

"One is like a ferocious insect, and the other is an abnormal growth of limbs..."

"Could it be that the reasons for their mutations are different? Is it physical factors, personality differences, or knowledge?"

"According to the Anti-Suppression Bureau, witnessing secret knowledge should lead to physical distortion of mortals... Although somehow I was able to retain my sanity and normal appearance..."

"Perhaps as Elson said, the key to secret transmission lies in the nine soul qualities, but when ordinary people come into contact with secret knowledge or pass a test-like judgment, those who are satisfied can maintain their body and mind to know secrets like me. Pass the scriptures, and the losers lose their minds and become monsters like Lance Harris."

"The point that caused the difference in their distortion directions should be the difference in the secret knowledge they came into contact with. Lance was lured by moths, but what about Harris? Seeing his impatient and hungry appearance, it is possible that there is also the secret of the rabbit. /Dolphin Secrets/Teddy Secrets???"

While thinking wildly, Watson did not forget to pay attention to the situation on the scene. He could despise the enemy strategically, but he must pay attention to the enemy tactically.

When he noticed that Harris's four arms were working together to lift the huge solid wood round table of hundreds of kilograms above his head, he immediately restrained and diverged his thinking, concentrating on the enemy in front of him.

Harris raised the round table as if he had picked up a novelty toy, and let out a burst of bark-like laughter that seemed to show off his prestige, and directly smashed the large hidden weapon that was enough to block Watson's entire retreat. smashed out.

If this heavy blow was replaced by the previous Watson, he probably would have tried his best to dodge it, and he would have to pay the price of some injuries.

But after he experienced the incident at the Black Crow Bar last night, he stole part of the mysterious power of the secret biography of the moth, which is different from the past!
Watson narrowed his right eye slightly, and focused most of his visual attention on his left pupil. Suddenly, a deep emerald green light shot out from his eyes. resistance.

He looked at the solid wood dining table that could serve ten people and was slowly flying towards him. Although he couldn't make the trunk nerve response synchronize with this powerful dynamic vision, the extra buffer time was enough for him to plan. Find the best dodge route!

He bent his knees, bowed his body, buried his head and rolled forward, and passed the solid wooden round table dangerously and dangerously, and the strong wind brought by the flying weight could blow his scalp.

When Watson raised his head, he saw that Harris, who had failed to attack, was applauding on the spot, with a hey smile on his face, as if admiring his agility, like an audience applauding a good show .

He will never feel pity for the other party's mentally retarded behavior, and while you are staying, he will kill you!The two guns are fired with precision, the guns hit the opponent's eyes, the broken lens is mixed with blood and splashes like glass shards - against this kind of opponent whose brain is like a steel plate and who treats his body as nothing, he must attack the fatal vital point .

Harris fell down with a bang, his body as fat as a mountain hit the floor like a mild earthquake, causing a woman who had just escaped from suffering to slip loosely from the sofa. cannot.

"Is this dead?"

Watson looked at the fat meat mountain that seemed to be no longer moving, and felt that it was still not safe enough, but the ammunition he carried with him was about to run out and he could not replenish the gun.

He made another plan, but out of the last sliver of conscience, he carefully dragged several unconscious women away from the scene, keeping a close eye on Harris during the process, and temporarily placed the ladies in the courtyard Among them, he pulled down the curtains to cover their bodies.

Then he took out a few bottles of expensive-looking single malt whiskey from the newly installed wine cabinet in the house, smashed them on Harris several meters away, took out the match that he carried with him, and scratched it on the soles of his shoes.

The newborn flame drifted past the cigarette that the owner had just picked up, and then slid out of a standard parabola in the air, landing right on the motionless alien body.

Harris' body seemed to be a good fuel, and the flame spread to the whole body with a bang, and quickly rose into a curl of clear smoke.

There was a crackling sound like the fat crackling of barbecue pork belly in the flames, and the smoke also carried a strong smell of barbecue.

Watson's five senses seem to be strengthened, and his emotions seem to be deepened. He heard the sound and smelled the fragrance, and he couldn't help thinking about the smell in his heart, and his stomach seemed to be rumbling...

Even though Harris has been distorted into another creature, even though Harris's meat looks extremely fat, even though Harris' meat smells so fucking tempting and so delicious!Even though...

Slap——Watson slapped himself with all his strength, his cheeks were red and swollen with clear five-finger palm prints, and the painful stimulation made him wake up temporarily.

"Don't look any further!"

"Stop smelling it!"

"Stop thinking about it!"

"Harris's body is designated to be abnormal! It must be affecting me and seducing me silently!!!"

"Go! Go! Get out of here!"

"Hold your breath, cover your ears, and quickly escape Harris' influence!"

Watson immediately shook his head, closed his five senses, and distracted himself with frantic thoughts, and ran to the courtyard without looking back.

It was precisely because of this that he didn't hear the crisp clang sound coming from behind him, which was the sound of bullet casings falling to the ground.

Behind Watson, a huge torch-like body approached slowly like a hide-and-seek, his scorched face could be faintly seen in the flames, showing a big smile from the corners of his mouth to the roots of his ears.

　It's really hard to write a cup appearance, it's easy to enter the palace...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)