I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 29 St. Stephen's Hospital
Watson closed the paper with the secret and kept it close to his body.

Perhaps it was the reason why his senses had become more acute after his esoteric training. This time after Watson woke up, he clearly felt that something deep in himself had been exhausted.

That might be one of Elson's nine traits.

As if a long-distance ship had run out of fuel...he felt strangely empty and tired.

This is not due to the weakness of fighting all night, Watson is still alive and well, but he knows in his heart that he should not be able to enter Mansu again in a short time.

The emptiness lasted for a whole week, and Watson felt that something deep in his spirit seemed to have recovered, and that night he tried to enter the woodland again.

The bright silver atmosphere filled the dream, and he once again set foot on the path of intuition.

Watson pushed aside the bushes in front of him, and Mansu rarely presented a bright and full silver moon tonight. The moon disk was as pale as bones, and the moon was as cold as heartless. point.

The moon is no longer gentle, it almost seems to be furious, the moonlight falling on the body surface will arouse the sting like needle light.

Watson had to walk along the great shade of the old trees to avoid the sharp moonlight.

At this moment, the woodland is extremely quiet, and even the sound of flapping wings that can be heard everywhere has disappeared, as if the moths have migrated to other places after many days.

Watson speculates that perhaps Mansu also operates according to some kind of law like the 24 solar terms.

He wandered aimlessly, trying to get another secret, and kill another cunning person...

For several miles, the woodland gradually becomes sparse, and the gap between trees seems to grow farther and farther away.

Through the dark green pupils, Watson saw light not far away.

It is a rare open space, the moonlight hangs down on the ancient stone well like a slanted sky pillar, and the thick cashmere carpet-like moss rushes towards the mouth of the well like a fanatical pilgrim against the anger of the moon like raging waves.

The moss was glowing green like Watson's eyes, and he seemed to be in a frenzy. Surrounded by moss, he walked towards the stone well.

He stroked the scarred mouth of the well, and couldn't help looking into the well... The bottom of the well was full of plump and mottled corpses of moths, floating and sinking in the dark and sticky blood overflowing.

The velvet moss slides down the well wall and is divided between the moth corpse and the thick blood. It seems to be a neutral persuasion, and it seems to be waiting for the fisherman's profit.

Suddenly, waves of dark green full of vitality gushed out from the mouth of the well, submerged his calves, and gradually reached his thighs.

The rhizomes of the gathered moss wriggled like centipedes, climbed up his face, and climbed into his mouth and nose... Watson felt it was difficult to breathe, and the suffocation felt like wrapping him tightly, darkness and coldness were coming.

The whispers of the trees seem to be ringing in his ears, they seem to be threatening and demanding, if you don't hand over enough secrets, today is your deadline!

"Cuckoo is... I kill... Cuckoo..."

Watson spat out some unknown news indistinctly, Moss left contentedly, and all retreated into the well.

A dazzling green light erupted from the mouth of the well, and the light flooded him like a tide!
Watson stood up abruptly, sweat pouring down the pillow, and the suffocation still seemed to reverberate in his lungs.

But at the same time, he also felt vitality glowing in his body, which was different from the gift that the fat moth poured into his skull before, this was an extremely pure life force, without any impurities, as pure as distilled water.

Watson seemed to be soaking in the deep green ocean, repairing the broken bones, necrotic cells, and ruptured blood vessels with vitality... His injuries were healed again!
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Watson was discharged from the hospital, and Holmes hadn't visited the hospital once during this period. He couldn't help but wonder if the other party had discovered anything?
But that night moth clearly solved the secret message, and his deception should be completed. Could it be that Si Chen also made mistakes?

With such doubts in his arms, he walked slowly towards Baker Street.

While passing through the deserted street, Watson heard hurried footsteps behind him, as if they were rushing straight towards him!

He silently clenched his cane, looked back as if on a whim...and saw a familiar face.

The visitor was a man in his 30s, wearing a black round cap, his muscular muscles bulged out his striped shirt, and the sides of his leather boots were stained with grass and dirt. He seemed to have just returned from a park or the countryside.

But Watson could still smell a vague smell of blood lingering on the other party's body, and the cuffs that were specially rolled up to the elbow also seeped a little blood that was difficult to detect with the naked eye...

Feeling the familiar sharp scrutiny, the visitor instinctively straightened his waist, raised his head and chest, slapped his feet together, bent his right arm and lifted it to the temple, with the palm turned outward.

"Sir Watson! Private First Class Nello Bax reports to you!"

Nello Bacchus... Watson thought for a second before recalling the identity of the other party - it turned out that he was a soldier who had followed him in the war in Afghanistan, and he had been discharged and returned to his hometown more than half a year ago.

It's just that the opponent's body is as strong as a bear now, and he was so powerful just now... But Watson clearly remembered that the opponent retired due to a leg injury, which was so serious that he almost had to amputate his leg.

It was also difficult to apply for the disability pension because of the low military rank. At that time, I fought with my superiors for this reason.

"Your injury..."

Nelo chuckled, raised his leg and put it down heavily, the sole of the leather boot hit the ground with a crisp sound.

"My leg has already healed!"

Seeing that his former subordinates were healthy again, Watson was also in a good mood. He patted Nello on the shoulder vigorously, and laughed loudly:

"Haha congratulations, Nello, I still remember your crying expression when you heard that you might have to amputate."

Feeling the heavy weight on his shoulders, Nello couldn't help but feel a little ashamed when he heard the officer he admired mention his embarrassment again. The roots of his ears started to turn red, and he said with a sneer:
"Sir, you have a really good memory..."

But then he noticed that the heroic and combative Officer Watson not only had a plaster cast on his left arm, but also his body's center of gravity was leaning to the right, so that his shoulders were low on the left and high on the right, making it difficult for him to jump.

Nello Bacchus couldn't help opening his mouth wide in surprise. Someone could injure the heroic and skilled Officer Watson, who can be said to be one enemy to one hundred! ! !
"Mr. Watson, your injury..."

"Don't mention it. I accidentally fell into the trap of the Fursteins and got shot twice. It was the Murray boy who ran fast and carried me on the horse in time, so I escaped."

"Aren't you joking, just relying on those Fuerstein's weak chickens to ambush you? How many times did they dispatch troops, five times? Ten times?"

Watson thought for a while and replied: "I don't remember the exact number, it should be more than five times."

Only then did Nello believe it, "Let me just say, if a weak Furstein with the same strength could possibly hurt you!"

Watson has let go of that experience, and failure is a common occurrence in military affairs. He smiled boldly:

"Let's not talk about this anymore. It's rare to meet old acquaintances in the army when we come back. Let's find a place to have a drink?"

"of course!"

Nello said happily: "It is my honor to have dinner with you!"

They came to a tavern that was also open during the day. It was not a busy time at this time, and the store was empty.

The two toasted and exchanged several cups. With the strength of the wine, the reddish Neluo suddenly showed a struggling expression, and finally made up his mind.

He lowered his voice as if afraid of being heard by others, but there was obviously no one else in the tavern except the two of them and the bartender.

"Mr. Watson, actually... I may have a way to heal your injury."

Watson also seemed to be slightly drunk, his eyes narrowed, and he said with a smile:

"Oh? That's right, what's the way?"

Nairo was still the same as in the army, he was a little flustered when encountering urgent matters, he said hesitatingly: "I... know an outstanding... doctor, his medical skills are quite superb, and he has treated many diseases that modern medicine cannot cure. Complications."

"It's just that his treatment method may be a little weird, but the effect is definitely immediate!" Nello suddenly lifted one of his legs and put it on the chair next to him, and patted hard.

"Look at my leg. It was the military doctor you sent someone to drag me to see. You knew better than me what the doctor made at that time. You would be a cripple for the rest of your life!"

"But look at me now, I'm so strong that I can go to the countryside to practice... hunting in the countryside. It's all because of the doctor's treatment that I can be so effective."

"If you believe me, please go to the abandoned St. Athene Hospital on Saturday night, maybe the doctor can also heal your injuries."

Watson narrowed his eyes slightly again. St. Athene's Hospital... was another place where Holmes had investigated suspected mysterious incidents.

Obviously the old Watson has lived in London for 20 years and has not encountered any bizarre incidents, but why has he been able to come across incidents related to the hidden world by chance recently?
Is it really just a coincidence...or is there something else?

　The state is not good, I always feel that there is a lack of restlessness and fascination in the text... I will make up for it tomorrow morning

　　
　
(End of this chapter)