I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 309 Discharge and Admission

"Aren't you just——"

Watson suddenly paused and began to look carefully up and down at the beautiful lady in front of him with an extremely eye-catching appearance.

The first thing he noticed at first glance was the tall, slender and perfect figure of the other party. He seemed to be nearly six feet tall, even half a head taller than himself!
Immediately afterwards, Watson's gaze began to extend downwards following his inner fetish. At a glance, he saw a pair of slender legs that seemed to have perfect golden proportions and showed graceful and round curves under the outline of tight breeches.

Then his eyes mixed with impure thoughts of admiration moved past the lady's slightly flat chest muscles and moved up to a snow-white face with skin as delicate as ancient oriental porcelain... clean and smooth skin, cool and beautiful facial features, light gold-like appearance. With her white hair, clothes of extraordinary workmanship and a transcendent noble temperament, how could such a lady who was obviously born into an aristocracy have a relationship with me? !
I, John Watson, am just an orphan without a father or a mother. I have been crawling on the streets for many years, but I have not achieved anything except a debt. I even had to go to the hospital to join the army to avoid gangs due to illness. Rogue... How could I have seen such a perfect lady? !
Even if this was just a fleeting dream of me lying in a cold trench, with my poor imagination, I probably couldn't have imagined such a cold and beautiful face, right? !

Moreover, the soft and comfortable feel of the goose down quilt and the faint fragrance of fruit trees in the air are all experiences I have never had before... Can the imagination of dreams create things out of thin air that I have never experienced before? !

But this comfortable touch is so distinct that it feels as if slender goose feathers are brushing against the skin inch by inch. The air inhaled into the lungs through the nose is clean and fresh, and the half-wiped lace stockings under the skirt of the slim nurse are even more clearly visible. Just like the products displayed in a shop window... can the perception of dreams be so real? !

Moreover, my good brother has swelled so much. If it were those rosy dreams in the past, I should have let them out without any trace at this moment... instead of still standing upright and indestructible! ! !

Is all this really just a dream? !

Where am I now? !

Why can't I open my left eye no matter how hard I try? !
Why are my facial muscles as stiff as glue? !
Why is there an unbearable pain in my chest? ? ?
The suffering he endured since childhood prevented John Watson from being completely lost in the gentle countryside in front of him. He knew deep down in his heart that a guy like him was definitely not qualified to enjoy the enjoyment and experience of the upper class... The sky will not miss him. Pies covered in jam are dropped for no reason, and free pies can only be found in smelly trash cans!

The panicked Watson suddenly recalled the horror stories told by his colleagues in the military camp. It is said that the cruel and crazy Gaji cultists have the evil spell to control people's hearts, and can silently affect the minds of their enemies, making them indulge in food, wine, and beautiful women. A vivid and illusory dream.

Then those illusory beauties will quietly take away the life and essence of the dreamer. When morning comes, people will lift the tents of the military camp, and they will find the skinny corpses! ! !
He suddenly felt a strong sense of vigilance. His muscles were as tense and stiff as a wary beast. He looked warily at the evil ghost in the skin of a beautiful woman in front of him. He touched the silver table knife on the bedside table with his palm and was about to use the sharp blade directly. Pierce into the chest of the nearest cold beauty who is so perfect that she should not exist in this world!
How could there be such a beautiful woman in this world, and be so attentive to me... This must be the weird spell of the evil Gaji cultists who want to confuse my spirit and take the opportunity to devour my life! ! !

"Ahhhh--go to hell, you damn Gaji cultist!!!"

Trapped in some kind of self-logical closed loop, Watson roared and sat up abruptly, waving the knife in his hand crazily and attacking the woman who was as perfect as an angel!
However, he never thought that if the flawless lady in front of him was a dream ghost created by the evil Gaji cultist, how could he be allowed to stab his chest with a sharp blade? Could it be that the evil ghost couldn't Will they resist and fight back? !

I saw that the cold and noble lady frowned slightly, but she did not dodge the knife that was stabbed directly into her heart. She slowly let go of the right hand that was holding the books and documents, and then stabbed it out like a knife. The venomous snake pounced. Before Watson could react, a white but not soft and ink-stained palm had already pinched his wrist, and his thumb was like a venomous snake's fangs biting the protruding... artery.

Watson, who was struggling to resist, suddenly felt extremely sore in his arm, and was no longer able to hold the knife in his palm. His fingers loosened in despair, and he let the sharp knife cut his palm and fell to the ground.

At this time, the three blonde, brown and red-haired nurses covered their mouths in panic and burst out with screams that pierced the clouds and rocks. The door of the white ward was knocked open from the outside with a bang!

Several burly and muscular men rushed in, and before Miss Holmes could say anything to stop him, they pushed the damn guy to the ground. The wound that had not yet fully healed burst and leaked a trace of blood, staining the bandage, clothes and clothes red. carpet.

Charlotte Holmes looked at the ferocious-looking Watson on the ground, and felt that the other person had become extremely strange... That face full of scars and vicissitudes of life revealed a clear stupidity that she had never seen before... No, that revealed stupidity Not clear, but disgustingly filthy!
He was full of vulgar and filthy words at the beginning, the self-righteous stupidity he showed when he was wandering around in the middle, and the sudden attack just now... Moreover, Watson was actually muttering about Gaji cultists when he was violent. Could it be that in his mind? Are you aware that you are still in the Furstein War? !

"Is Watson's brain irreversibly damaged due to excessive blood loss and long-term lack of oxygen, resulting in memory loss?" Charlotte asked the doctor at the hospital in the bureau.

The famous top brain surgeon in London looked at the diagnostic report in his hand, frowned slightly and said: "I don't deny the possibility... but in the end, the most fundamental reason may still be because of Mr. Watson. He once endured an excessive impact of forbidden knowledge or excessive concentration of mental influence in a short period of time, so much so that his mental consciousness seemed to be seriously injured and riddled with holes."

"Even though he has been lying there for three days and three nights, he is always bathed in the gentle light that Miss Holmes specially ordered... The light that can purify all evil does not have independent consciousness and is not like a surgical operation. That way the doctor knows where the lesions must be removed and where the patient’s important organs are.”

"Perhaps even the great light of illumination cannot completely purify the impurity in Mr. Watson's mind. The power of forgetfulness and abandonment of the cultists is as difficult to remove as the gangrene attached to the bones."

"Perhaps Mr. Watson's memories involving evil and taboo knowledge have disappeared under the purifying light... But according to what you said, Miss Holmes, his memory is only preserved until he just joined the army, and the subsequent two years of memory have been lost. disappeared, and this situation is obviously completely inconsistent with our inference."

"So, I personally think that Mr. Watson's current situation is most likely due to the impact of excessive moth-phase mental influence, causing the brain's thinking and consciousness to involuntarily pursue abandonment and forgetfulness, resulting in obvious loss of memory fragments. ...We have found similar situations in other cultists who were sent for examination, and the memory of the most severe cases only remained until infancy, and the patient is now in prison learning how to walk and run."

"Therefore, even the most advanced machinery in the bureau cannot restore what happened in the underground cave at that time by scanning their glow. As for applying for a consultant team to sneak into Mansu Dreamland to inquire about the souls of the deceased that night, it is even more difficult... First of all, Not to mention that after death, the souls of these telepathic cultists will turn into rhythm and merge into the drum of the world. Even our soldiers who died in the extermination will not only be sucked out of life by the evil emerald tree, but even the light will be devoured, and their souls have long been mutilated. .”

"Furthermore, the memories of the surviving cultists are too incomplete. The great light technique can only purify the remaining filth and darkness, and does not have the function of repairing and making up for it out of thin air."

"Memories that have been forgotten due to the influence of moth magic are like discarded garbage. No one knows where these memories have been abandoned... There is little hope of fully recovering this part of the missing memory!"

The doctor paused and continued:

"But there is also good news, that is, according to the diagnostic results of the aura scanner in the bureau, Mr. Watson's sanity aura has now returned to the intensity of a normal person, and is even much stronger than that of an average person."

The doctor from the Anti-Suppression Bureau spread out the diagnostic report in his hand on the table, pointed with a pencil to the first data point of one of the undulating line charts, and explained: "This is the intensity of Mr. Watson's sanity when he was just admitted to the hospital. Calculated according to the Bureau's statistical standards, the sanity value is 50.00, which is only equivalent to [-]% of the sanity intensity of an adult who has received basic education... If it is described in a vivid way, it is probably Just equivalent to a ten-year-old child." The pencil in his hand continued to follow the fold line, "And in the third hour after completing the emergency surgery, when Mr. Watson was bathed in the purification of the great light for the first time, he The sanity value fluctuated violently, with the lowest value falling to [-] in the following seven hours. According to the statistical standards within the bureau, any adult with a sanity value lower than [-] is considered a patient by default. Those with severe mental retardation are what we commonly call idiots."

"But fortunately, after this stage, Mr. Watson's sanity began to slowly recover. Although there were occasional drops, the overall trend was still upward."

The doctor from the Anti-Suppression Bureau tapped his pencil on several important marks, "No. 20 Four hours after surgery, Mr. Watson's sanity level has returned to [-]."

"No. 40 Eight hours after the operation, Mr. Watson's sanity has returned to [-]."

"No. 70 Two hours after the operation, Mr. Watson's sanity returned to [-] - he can be called a well-educated adult."

"No. 70 Eight hours after the operation, which is when Mr. Watson just woke up, his sanity began to strangely drop to [-]."

"In the few minutes when he suddenly burst out and wanted to hurt you, Miss Holmes, I have been paying close attention to the fluctuations of the scanner. When Mr. Watson fell into an obvious thinking state, his sanity level recovered slightly, but It still fluctuated back and forth between [-] and [-], but when he picked up the knife, his sanity dropped to [-]."

"It wasn't until the colleagues who came over after hearing the noise injected Mr. Watson with a sedative that his sanity slowly returned to about 15 after [-] minutes and temporarily stabilized."

There was also a hint of doubt in the dark eyes of the Anti-Suppression Bureau doctor hidden behind thick lenses. He rummaged through the past experimental data in the drawer to prove to Miss Holmes that his next words were based on a large amount of experimental data. Reasonable inferences and conclusions.

"But based on my many years of experience, the cause of Mr. Watson's memory loss is not only the impact of excessive moth-phase mental effects, but also excessive blood loss that leads to long-term brain hypoxia and irrecoverable damage. It is more likely that he was in a coma. The information he received before was beyond his imagination and beyond the limit that his brain can accommodate... Generally speaking, in this case, it is very likely that he unfortunately directly witnessed the scale armor of the hidden god during the ceremony!"

"In order to protect itself, his brain selectively and temporarily forgot that part of the memory... It's just that under the influence of the moth phase magic, the brain's selective forgetfulness was obviously amplified, so that even these two Years of memories are also blocked together."

Charlotte listened to the summary of this so-called supernatural mental injury diagnosis expert, but still didn't understand it. Even though she was born with amazing learning ability, the time and energy of a mortal's life are limited, and the efficiency of her ears and eyes in receiving information is Limited - she hasn't had time to learn about the various injuries left behind by supernatural contact.

"So, according to you, doctor, there is still a chance that Watson's memory can be restored?"

The doctor from the Anti-Suppression Bureau nodded heavily, "Yes, it is very possible that Mr. Watson can recover his lost memory by resting and adjusting his mental state!"

"But even so, I don't think Mr. Watson can completely recover all the lost memories. Maybe he can recover most of the memories in the past two years, but at least those who have been directly affected by the moth phase magic and have witnessed taboo secrets The memory may be difficult to recover in this lifetime."

"The secrets hidden in the human brain are far more profound than we imagine. Perhaps Mr. Watson's brain will directly block any knowledge about hidden secrets and taboo knowledge... to prevent Watson from passing through the clues of taboo secrets first. Recalling the horrors of the underground headquarters."

"Is it just possible to recover the memories before contact with the hidden world..."

Charlotte Holmes fell into deep thought... If Watson can only recall the memories of those who have not yet come into contact with any hidden secrets, that means he has just retired and joined our detective agency and has yet to come into contact with No. 3 Garden Street, Lauriston. Cases, memories before meeting the deformed patrolman Lance?

In other words, will Watson forget our subsequent experiences, and his experience of sacrificing his life to block William McConaughey's severed finger attack for me?

A regretful and sad smile suddenly appeared on Charlotte's face.

In fact, for Watson, such forgetting may also be a good choice.

He no longer needs to worry about the dangers of forbidden knowledge for the rest of his life, and he no longer needs to fight with me on the front line against madness and ignorance.

He could simply and peacefully marry, have children, and live a happy old age like an ordinary person, instead of being killed at the hands of cultists at any time like now.

After thinking about all this, Charlotte sighed softly, feeling relieved inside.

She nodded slightly and said, "I understand, doctor, then please continue the treatment."

The doctor just shook his head, "I'm sorry, Miss Holmes, Mr. Watson's symptoms are no longer suitable for hospitalization in our hospital. We are better at treating direct injuries caused by supernatural phenomena. The treatment of the sequelae of such supernatural injuries is not what we are good at." Field... I recommend that you handle the discharge procedures for Mr. Watson and transfer him to another place that is more suitable for recuperation."

"Do you have any good places you can recommend?"

The doctor of the Anti-Suppression Bureau looked at the restraints tied behind the one-way mirror but still roared crazily, "You damn Gaji believers can't even try to lie to me!" ''This is all fake and just a dream! 's John Watson.

He recommended very seriously:
"I sincerely believe that the most suitable place to place Mr. Watson at the moment is Woolsthorpe Lunatic Asylum!"

(End of this chapter)