I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 316 Watson and Watson

John Watson looked at himself in the mirror with a face full of scars, and his left eye had become blind at some point.

Even when he endured the pain and opened his closed eyelids, he could only see empty eye sockets. The eyeballs inside had long disappeared, and not even a trace of residual flesh and blood was left. It seemed that they had been touched by someone who had experienced The wealthy executioner used a small scimitar to gouge out his left eye.

But the real direct damage that caused the blindness of his left eye should be the three deep scars diagonally downward from his eyebrows.

These three wounds looked quite wide, and they did not look like injuries caused by blades or swords at all - although John was not a detective or a killer, he had suffered countless sharp blade injuries as a child, both at the Salesian Hospital and There were stab wounds caused by threats from the bad guy in the house, and stab wounds caused by the street gangsters behind him.

Although he has not had the opportunity to personally experience the pain of large sharp objects, after living on the streets for a period of time, he can often see the corpses of victims randomly discarded by gangs-these victims who no one cares about. For those of them who live on the streets, For the homeless, it’s like a treasure chest falling from the sky!
Even if valuable rare items such as necklaces, rings, pocket watches, etc. have long been taken away by the executioner, even so, the remaining blood-stained clothes are also excellent treasures to find - they only need to be cleaned and air-dried before they can be recovered directly. Sell ​​it to a vintage store in exchange for money, unlike stealing where you have to worry about the consequences of being discovered by the head of the household. This is money delivered to your door for free!
Therefore, every victim dumped in a filthy alley late at night is a precious material that young John cannot let go. He must carefully search it out inside and outside until it is clean, even if it is a pair of stinking corpses. Socks, even underwear stained with unknown stains, are at least seamless and complete, which is a rare good thing for him who is poor... I can finally replace my pair of socks with several holes!In this way, you no longer have to worry about the soles of your feet getting sores and rot due to cold in winter!
Therefore, John has accumulated profound experience in judging injuries during the rare and lucky experiences of touching corpses. Even when he looked at the shocking scars during the process of touching corpses, he couldn't help but imagine what kind of weapon caused such injuries. Injuries...these dense scratches look like they were caused by a knife or a paper cutter. The purpose is probably to torture this person's mind, force him to reveal some important information, or is it simply torture?
Due to the experience accumulated in his miserable life, John Watson carefully observed the three scars on his left eye that had been dug out, and thought in his heart:
"These scars don't look like scars scratched by sharp blades. Instead, they are about the same width as my fingers... so this is someone wearing an iron claw or an iron fingertip or something like a weapon that slapped me on my face." Did you gouge out all my eyeballs on your face?"

"We are almost entering the [-]th century, how come there are still people using such backward weapons... Even those crazy Gaji believers are not stupid enough to give up their firearms and use such strange weapons to fight against us, right?!"

John Watson's memory still lingers on when he first entered Fuerstein. At that time, he had just finished the rudimentary training and brainwashing education in the army. It was the time when he was full of passion and had nowhere to vent - he felt that he only needed to be more careful. , even if he is unable to obtain excellent military exploits, he can at least successfully survive the three-year service period.

"At least I shouldn't have been frightened to pieces as soon as I stepped onto the battlefield, and died on the spot..."

"But if I really suffered these injuries on the Furstein battlefield, then why did I suddenly cross the ocean and return to London, and why can't I remember the whole process at all?"

"Is it true that, as those guys said, I have actually finished my service and returned to Great Britain for a while, but suddenly I suffered from amnesia for some reason?!!"

Although John Watson was very skeptical of this statement, he had tried to resist countless times during this period. The result was that his body was covered in bruises and bruises, as well as the beatings he received with sticks when resisting the group of strong men in white. , there are also traces of the leather corset tightly outlined.

Without exception, these pains remind him that this is the real world, this is Great Britain. You have not been controlled by the evil magic of the Gaji believers. Those experiences of persecution are just hallucinations caused by the sequelae of your battlefield stress!

"Wake up, John Watson! You have returned to Great Britain and you are safe!"

"You successfully survived the Battle of Furstan!"

"You didn't even lose an arm or a leg. You just lost an eyeball. It doesn't have a big impact on your life." "You can still choose to continue to sell your strength to survive. , Besides, with such a fierce and tough face, coupled with the steel-like muscles you developed during your service, you can definitely join a gang and get a good job!"

"Don't you always yearn for that kind of domineering life?

"Don't you always want to experience the pleasure of bullying the weak?"

"Don't you always want to enjoy the fearful and longing eyes of others?"

"Now, John Watson, you just need to cooperate with the treatment of these guys and cure the little problem in your head... You are just sick, not crazy. As long as you actively cooperate with the treatment, you will soon be able to live a better life." The long-awaited life of admiration.”

John Watson's head is constantly echoing with the persuasion of his cowardly nature, guiding him to accept reality, advising him to ignore abnormalities, inspiring him to give up the past and look to the future... just like you have done countless times in the past, don't think about it anymore These questions are confusing and may cause trouble for you.

It’s as if you no longer think about why your parents abandoned you at the door of the Salesian Home, and as if you no longer think about whether your dearest little James stole the piggy bank you have saved for a long time. , as if you no longer think about why the girl who has accepted your flowers climbed into someone else's bed in the blink of an eye...

John Watson listened to the voice of persuasion in his mind, and he seemed to be able to resonate deeply with this voice.

He looked at the completely different version of himself in the bathroom mirror, and just smiled pretending to be relaxed. He seemed to have let go of all this, and quietly picked up a puddle of water and poured it on his face, wiping away the eye drops and sleepiness. .

It seemed that the voice in his mind was aware of his tranquility. The weak heartbeat vibrating at a very low specific frequency temporarily stabilized, and Dean Isaac, who was only separated by a wall, also showed a satisfied smile.

"But are you really willing to give up the truth? Are you really willing to give up resistance?"

"Are you really willing to continue doing nothing?"

John Watson suddenly raised his head and saw another version of himself suddenly appearing in the mirror!
He has exactly the same appearance as himself, but his eyes are shining with a ferocious bloodthirsty evil light! ! !
　First update, I'll see if I can make it up tomorrow.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)