I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 317 Order me to kill
"Well... you said that in the past week, you have been hearing some kind of whispering in your head from time to time."

"Sometimes this whisper will persuade you to give up the struggle and accept it all with peace of mind... Well, actually, I think the adjectives you used, John, seem a bit inappropriate. How can it be called giving up the struggle and having peace of mind?"

George, the chief physician of the lunatic asylum, tapped his pen and said: "I prefer to call these behaviors letting go of guarding and confusion, and embracing a new and beautiful life!"

He put on a standard and formulaic smile that would indeed make the uninitiated feel gentle and harmonious, and patiently explained like an elder brother persuading a lost boy:

"John... I know that you still have a lot of confusion and doubts in your heart. In your impression, one second you were participating in the war in Afghanistan on the other side of the ocean. How come you suddenly woke up in Great Britain the next second? , and there are people who will arrest and imprison you like a wild beast."

"On a personal note, if all this happened to me, I would be as confused, panicked and anxious as you are, John... But we must calm down and analyze this matter."

"Let's discuss it honestly first. John, what was your purpose of joining the army in the first place?"

"Let me make a bold guess first. It's definitely not for honor and serving the country, right?"

The gentle Dr. George may have thought of John Watson's background. He began to put himself into the other person's thinking and uttered vulgar words: "Who the hell would be willing to work hard for those rich and noble people?! When the cake is distributed, they take it. We have lost a lot of money, but now we civilians are on the battlefield. This war is not even about defending our country, it is just about safeguarding their interests!"

Sure enough, the stupid John Watson in front of him was quickly fooled. As if he was infected by George's performance, he began to look a little indignant. He also cursed: "Dr. George, you are absolutely right! Who the hell is willing to do anything for those rich people?" People are precious and people work hard!!!”

"I only joined the army for money... Even though the soldiers' retirement pensions have been deducted by those damn bureaucrats who should be hanging on the street lamps, when they fall into the hands of the retired soldiers, they only have a small amount of food and clothing. ...But even so, even if it is such a meager amount of money, it is a pretty good income for us lonely street children."

"We orphans without fathers and mothers are no match for those children from rich families. We are born with silver spoons in our mouths. When we open our eyes every day, we only need to think about where to go to hold a banquet tonight and be happy... We are helpless People who are miserable must try their best to survive!!!"

John Watson was so deeply in love that he couldn't help bursting into tears. Muddy tears slowly flowed from his remaining right eye. He couldn't help but want to cover his face and cry bitterly.

But as soon as he covered his face and stooped, his chest, which was missing the skin, began to hurt again. Even with the protection of the foul-smelling black ointment and bandages, his chest muscles were still extremely fragile, and even with slightly larger movements It will cause injuries.

This kind of pain also made John Watson feel more and more sad. He thought to himself what happened to him. It would be fine if he lost his fingers and arms. Why was half the skin of his torso taken off for no reason? Even if he did it now Every movement makes me feel an unbearable itching and stinging sensation, as if countless poisonous ants are eating my own flesh and blood.

When Dr. George saw the patient's reaction, he became more and more convinced that his judgment was completely correct. As expected, when dealing with these low-class people from the slums, he must communicate with them from the perspective of hating the rich and the noble, so that they feel that he and them They are all ordinary people from poor backgrounds... This is a group of idiots who cannot see the future. No matter how hostile you are to our upper class, you can never change the nature of your lower class.

"That's right. Look, John, your ultimate goal in joining the army is money, not to experience the cruelty of war... although you have indeed experienced the cruelty of war now."

"But we have to think on the bright side in everything. Although you are suffering from a very uncomfortable injury, John, with the careful treatment of our hospital, you will be able to fully recover in another month at most."

"Compared to other soldiers who have broken arms and legs and are even sleeping underground, the price you paid, John, is actually extremely small."

"And the reward for this price is extremely impressive! John, don't you often dream about yourself galloping on the battlefield in your sleep recently... The content of your dream is not false, but does exist. .”

George took out a piece of information from the drawer, skillfully opened it to a page that had been marked in advance, pushed it in front of John Watson, and said with admiration: "To be honest, even if I think I have seen a lot, even if In this way, when I saw your resume in the army, John, I couldn't help but be shocked... Such conspicuous achievements are completely worthy of a Queen's Cross!"

But to his surprise, John did not take over his resume information smoothly, which made George feel a little surprised... It seems that this hypocritical guy is still resisting his other dazzling self.

He was not discouraged, he just continued to use his professional skills to let the patient in front of him continue to lower his guard, so that his words could be poured into the other person's brain smoothly.

"Such a dazzling resume has achieved John's original goal beyond imagination. Even if the retirement pension has been greatly reduced, it is still enough for John to live a good life, let alone use this resume to find a job. , there must be a lot of companies willing to accept you as a war hero." "As for the problem of memory loss in the middle, I personally think this is actually a good thing!"

"John, just imagine, if someone else does it for you every day when you go to work, you don't have to worry about the troubles and hardships at work, but the reward you get from your work is completely at your disposal... This is simply the case for everyone. What a worker’s dream life!!!”

"And John, aren't you just in this state now? You have only endured a small part of the pain of serving, but you have accepted all the benefits of serving. Isn't this equivalent to you doing nothing? A piece of honor and money just fell from the sky?!"

"If it were me, I wouldn't be able to help laughing when I wake up in the morning!"

"Since there are so many benefits, why should we continue to be obsessed with amnesia, confusion, and other insignificant things... John, are you right?"

In fact, John Watson has already understood what Dr. George said, and it is indeed true.

But sometimes, it doesn't matter just what he agrees with, especially when his past experiences have left him with a deep sense of inferiority and lack of self-confidence. Even though he feels that he can enjoy all this with peace of mind, there is always something in his heart. He was uneasy, after all, he had never gotten such a huge advantage since he was a child.

But after listening to Dr. George's earnest persuasion, he felt that it was time for him to let go of his anxieties and uneasiness... He was still hesitant when a big pie came from the sky. How fucking hypocritical!
After thinking about everything, John Watson nodded heavily, began to take over the thick resume about himself on the table, and gratefully said to Dr. George: "Thank you, Dr. George. After listening to your words, I feel like I feel a lot relieved. I really shouldn’t reject this huge gift... Don’t worry, I will fully cooperate with the treatment and I will definitely not make trouble all day long like the guys in the next ward."

George nodded with satisfaction, but in fact he was thinking, 'You, John Watson, were still crazy when you first came in, roaring every day that you damn Gaji believers should die!The nurses in our hospital put in a lot of effort to uniform you.'

'Should I say it, I am indeed a esoteric cultist who has mastered the second-order heart sign and the first-order blade sign. Not only is he incredibly powerful, but he is also extremely energetic. He makes us noisy in the middle of the night so that we can't sleep at all. '

'But even so, you finally knelt down under my hypnosis... Although Miss Holmes told us to find ways to restore your memory, who can tell clearly whether your memory was recalled by yourself or by us? Did you fill it in secretly? '

'In short, the goal of restoring memory can be successfully accomplished, so why bother with the details of the intermediate process? '

George looked at John Watson, who had begun to browse his service resume seriously, and nodded slightly with satisfaction again.

In order to deepen the other person's impression, he specially added a large number of local records about Afghanistan to his resume file. I believe that when combined with the military resume information provided by Miss Holmes, he will surely be able to build an almost completely true story in this person's mind. Memory - those colleagues who worked hard late at night to perform the ritual, instilling memories into the mind of John, a secret messenger who was also a second-level lover without knowing it, was definitely not an easy task!

"By the way, John, didn't you say at the beginning that the whisper in your head would occasionally say something else? Then besides advising you to embrace a new life, what else would that whisper say?"

John Watson, who was immersed in his glorious resume information, replied without looking up: "Oh, it's nothing."

"That is to say, sometimes the whispers will become extremely noisy, as if there are countless sharp blades trembling wildly, like the swords buried in the ancient battlefield screaming crazily."

"But I can somehow understand the meaning of these weird vibrating blade sounds. They are shouting and roaring loudly... ordering me to slaughter this filthy lunatic asylum."

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Sebastian, who showed his ferocious appearance, pushed the girl with white skin and hair to the basement. On the disk in front of him was the gelatinous fruit that was as bright as gold.

His weird mouthparts like a pair of scissors opened and closed slightly, and he asked with a clicking sound:
"Father, is the plan to separate the doppelgangers going smoothly?"

(End of this chapter)