I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 241
Watson quickly and briefly recounted his experience at the Cowell Hotel mission.

Winfrey Morgan directly raised such a question:
"In other words, John, you didn't see the bodies of Sebastian and old Michaelis during the whole process?"

Watson's eyes began to move to the upper left, as if he was lost in memories. After about two and a half seconds, he seemed to have completely reviewed the memories in his heart, and replied with confidence: "Yes, that's right!"

"Except for Faris, the hotel steward at the beginning, I was able to completely confirm that he was dead through the rifle scope."

"The subsequent scene of Sebastian fleeing in panic and falling off a cliff. Because I was rushing in the town at the time, I did not witness this person's death."

"And I also didn't see the scene where old Michaelis was allegedly bombarded to pieces by Mr. J.C. with the icy edge... At that time, I had completely fainted under the old monster's heavy claws. If it follows, If Ms. Melanie had not dug me out of the snowdrift and given me emergency treatment, I would have frozen to death in the snow, and then been completely submerged by the tsunami you predicted, and buried in the sea."

"But if according to what you said, Mr. Morgan, Melanie has betrayed the Order, then why did she still rescue me from the snow?"

"She could just leave and let me disappear into the ice and snow - after all, I can't support any of her claims."

"When the important target at the Gowell Hotel died, I was either not present or had lost consciousness. Apart from proving that she still cared about the church members, leaving me alive was of no use to Melanie. Any benefit.”

Watson is well aware of the common principle in the workplace that "subordinates must learn to play dumb appropriately and profitably in order to bring out the great wisdom of the leader" and raise his questions in a timely manner.

"John, you still don't look at the problem deeply enough, and your understanding of human nature is still not thorough enough - Melanie may help you with more than purely rational thinking."

"According to my understanding of Melanie, her nature is actually cowardly and easy to empathize. Before I took her out of the slums, she was an enlightenment teacher, hoping to improve her hometown through popularization of education. The poverty in the neighborhood—"

"However, a defenseless woman like her runs an almost free enlightenment school in a chaotic neighborhood... What she will receive will not be the recognition and gratitude of the poor, but a group of ferocious and hungry wolves with saliva flowing from their mouths."

"Before I sent Nello to rescue her, she had been tortured beyond recognition by those born bad boys and vicious parents."

"So she has been trying to make her mind cold and ruthless by practicing the rules of the lamp, like a mechanical and absolute rationality - this desire indeed makes her soul compatible with the power of the secret transmission of the lamp, but at the same time her She is also very studious by nature and likes to immerse herself in a sea of ​​books - this also gives Melanie a certain potential as a lighting artist."

"However, according to what you just said, John, before you fainted from the weakness and pain, Melanie also suffered many mental-affecting attacks."

"If old Michaelis has really reached the fourth level, then even if he just attacks randomly, it will be a powerful mental damage that you can't resist - Melanie's light phase must have been shattered under such an offensive. Cracks, the turbid wind of the world took the opportunity to invade her thinking."

"After losing the light of Wuren's blessing, Melanie's rich ability to empathize has revived again - this may be the first reason why she is willing to save you."

"And the second reason may be that Melanie also takes a fancy to your blade aptitude and wants to recruit you into her or the secret cult organization behind her in the subsequent actions."

Winfrey seemed to have also played the role of a good leader. He spoke earnestly and sincerely, as if he was about to write something heartfelt: "John, you have been joining the cult for some time. Let me ask you, do you know all kinds of secrets now?" Is it the threshold for passing on?”

"You know why some mortals are still unable to understand the secret transmission of the same Si Chen secret no matter how hard they try to read it. Even over-study may lead to the risk of distortion, even if they are studying the most basic first-level secret transmission. .”

"And some people only need a short time or even an instant to understand the secret message?"

Watson played the role of a listener cooperatively throughout the whole process. From time to time, he nodded slightly in response to indicate that he was listening attentively. He almost took out his notebook and copied the teachings of the respected Mr. Morgan.

After hearing Winfrey's question, he thought seriously for a while, then slowly shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Winfrey seemed to be waiting for such an answer. He was talking as if he hadn't talked to anyone for a long time, and he was talking with great interest.

He replied meaningfully: "The key lies in the nature of the esoteric practitioner and his inner desires!"

"The character of a mortal is actually determined before birth. For example, most of the children of doctors and professors are also talented and intelligent. For example, Cronus, who overthrew the rule of his father Uranus, will eventually be overthrown by his son Zeus... Human beings The personality type may say that the fate is determined from the beginning.”

"There is a proverb in the ancient East: By observing a child's temperament at the age of three, one can already predict his or her achievements in old age; and by observing the child's condition at the age of seven, one can directly predict the condition of his or her life."

"Even though acquired factors will have a certain impact on the personality of mortals, in essence, acquired influences can never change the nature of innate... Children born from the union of violent and angry people, even if they are raised by wealthy families He has received a good quality education since he was a child, but his character is already mixed with a hint of irritability. This angry character is just like his bloodline, which can never be denied or abandoned."

“Just like the first theorem of heredity proposed by Mr. Gregor Mendel, the characteristics of living things are determined by the genetic factors given by parents... And the genetic factors not only store the race, blood type, gestation, growth, and All the information in processes such as apoptosis also stores the character of life, which is what we mentioned earlier as human nature."

"Those mortals whose natural personalities are incompatible with, or even completely contradictory to, the principles - they study books containing secret knowledge. Not only are they unable to comprehend the corresponding secret knowledge, but their souls fall into a violent tug-of-war between their own nature and the secret principles. war."

"In the end, under this wrong study, the mind will be ignorant and crazy, and the body will be distorted and deformed - this is the distortion principle I researched."

When the loyal John heard this series of great truths, he couldn't help but applaud, expressing his admiration with thunderous applause.

But Winfress just waved his hand modestly: "However, the theory is not perfect yet and needs to be supplemented in subsequent experiments."

He continued to talk eloquently: "Those whose natural personalities are highly consistent with the principles can easily understand the secret knowledge contained in books/sculptures/songs and dances by simply reading or even just glancing at them——"

Winfreth suddenly paused and glanced at Watson meaningfully, "Just like John when you studied the Secret Transmission of the First Order Blade... Nero told me before that you read "The Victory of the Crown" At that time, I only read it once, and it only took less than 10 minutes to stay awake and understand the secret of the knife."

"John, your compatibility with the Blade Code far exceeds that of most Blade Phasers in the world."

"You are born to be a blade person!"......

"A natural-born blader..."

Watson murmured the evaluation given to him by the respected Mr. Morgan, and then waved his hands repeatedly as if he was flattered.

"Mr. Morgan, you are exaggerating. I am probably more compatible with the blade because of my past experience in the military. I definitely cannot be called a natural blade person. I personally feel that I am quite qualified." They are ordinary people, just ordinary people who have had a special experience."

"Hahaha, John, you are too modest. If you are really as ordinary and ordinary as you say, then why should I work so hard to rescue you from prison and invite you to join me? Where is the Order?”

Winfreth patted the blade man on the shoulder and said seriously: "First of all, I don't want talents like you to sink into unjust prison. Secondly, I really have a love for talents. I hope you Can you come and help my career!"

Watson was deeply moved after hearing these seemingly sincere words, and he nodded heavily.

"I understand Mr. Morgan, I will never betray your trust!!!"

Winfreth smiled happily, and the faint light in the depths of his pupils never went out, and the rhythm of his heart continued to sink into the Blade Man's body through the palms on his shoulders - the influence of the lamp that was good at mental manipulation and The influence of the telepathic ability of great empathy has been quietly spreading.

Once again, through physical contact, he clearly felt that the loyal thought in John Watson's heart had grown many times tonight, and it must have been able to completely overwhelm the other person's inner blade principle that was good at fighting, willing to fight, and... ... Let this blade man be loyal to you forever and become the sharpest sword in your hand.

However, the blade of this sword is still a bit rough and dull now, and it needs to be polished... until it is sharp and high-spirited, then it can be worthy of being a sword in my hand, cutting off the enemies in front of me. thorns.

"Then I'll polish my glasses and wait to see how you perform, John!"

Winfreth felt the vigorous pulse of the seeds of loyal thoughts received in his palms, and then he retracted his palms with satisfaction and sat back behind his desk.

"We've almost finished chatting. John, please go back to the dormitory and rest early. You have worked hard for so many days. You should take a good rest recently. When the promotion ceremony is ready, I will let Nello inform you."

"Understood, then I will go back first. Mr. Morgan, you should also take a rest early. You must pay attention to your health. Our religious order cannot lose you as a guiding light!!!"

After Watson gave this last compliment, he closed the door silently and exited the dean's office.

The four esoteric cultists who were responsible for the 'escort' had left on their own after the task was completed. At this moment, the top floor of the hospital returned to silence, with only the seven-step oil lamp still burning to illuminate the corridor.

Watson walked down the steps, and his palms touched the whitewashed walls and the crooked and protruding scarlet tubes. They were abnormal biological tissues that could not help but squirm like blood vessels. They were hidden inside the walls of the hospital, but they were Exposed to the moth's vision.

There was no one around at this moment, and Watson's left eye, which could not be opened due to the ugly vertical scar that could not be healed even with a heart ritual, slowly opened.

A trace of mottled light leaked out of the dark and deep cavity, and the wall in front of it seemed to begin to become gradually transparent.

Those ordinary and ordinary worldly things are gradually thrown out of sight, leaving only those things that contain strange qualities, those things that contain supernatural power and are highlighted in the moth's vision.

The stair slabs under Watson's feet seemed to turn into nothingness. Among the hazy shadows of the stairs, the thick and squirming flesh and blood pipes were clearly visible.

The flesh-and-blood tubes looked like huge blood vessels or an extraordinarily thick intestine. The surface was covered with folds of varying depths and a touch of villi.

The malformed blood vessels were winding like wildly dancing pythons, with masses of scarlet light surging inside, as if enlarged nodules were growing and crawling along the pipes.

The scarlet radiance flowing inside the nodule is both like the glow inside the skull and the continuous vitality... In short, it already contains the soul and flesh and blood of mortals, and the spirit and matter of life seem to have been combined and condensed into a viscous substance. Present object.

Watson's eyes followed the movement of the crawling nodules, watching the material that seemed to be the embodiment of life crawling towards the room at the end of the top floor and into the dean's room where Winfres was located.

Those intricate flesh and blood pipes like the roots of ancient trees all converged on the cube shadow that symbolized Winfreth's courtyard room, and then the unknown hidden ritual had hidden everything in the room.

But Watson knew in his heart that after those flesh and blood pipes entered the dean's office, they all converged on the strange potted plant on the desk.

Watson saw it clearly inside just now. The gray-black bark of the pine-like bonsai showed a clear emerald-like luster in the moth's field of vision.

And inside this emerald-colored tree, there is a faint golden fruit being gestated. All the life substances carried by the flesh and blood pipes hidden in the wall are transported to this golden fruit in the heart of the tree. .

The fruit in the heart of the tree, shining like gold and as transparent as emerald, greedily absorbs the masses of life matter brought by the blood and flesh channels.

And it is still beating slowly and steadily, seemingly the heart of this special bonsai, the heart of this weird crossroads hospital.

In the dark hospital, the corner of Watson's mouth unconsciously raised the arc of a conspiracy, and he murmured to himself:

"Hey, I finally found another one of your weak points, Winfrey Morgan."

(End of this chapter)