I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 334 The Difficulty of Knowledge

John Watson once again dreamed of the strange woodland. Before falling into the dream, he couldn't even recall that he had had a similar dream before.

But until he stood in the dark forest again, mottled moths surrounded him, and whispers poured into his head.

This sad person who had forgotten himself vaguely recalled that he seemed to have escaped into such a dream... more than once, not just the weird dream of the ancient tree man and the little snowman, during the time he was admitted to the hospital. , he has entered the forest countless times.

He once walked to the well in the woodland and picked up the secret crumbs left by the velvet.

He once walked into the Temple of the Wheel and listened to the voices in the remaining stones of the lost gods.

He once walked through the White Gate, beating the cold dead and devouring their memories.

He once roamed the Orchard of Light, stealing knowledge before the orchard guards arrived.

The successive dreamwalks should have caused John Watson's knowledge to increase rapidly.

The vast knowledge is enough to burst his brain and crack his skull.

But every time he woke up from the dream, John Watson had forgotten everything in the dream, and he couldn't even remember what he had forgotten.

It was as if a deformed and ugly blood vessel had been inserted into his head. Before he had time to react, all the knowledge and gains that should have belonged to him had been stolen, without even leaving any scraps.

The cold early morning light shines through the narrow window bars, reflecting on the faces of the patients in Room 103 of Woolsthorpe Lunatic Asylum.

His expression also seemed to be in a trance, his real right eye was dull and lifeless, and only the fake left prosthetic eye was still shining with the brilliance of self-righteous rationality.

John Watson picked up a pool of water and splashed it on his face. The chill that penetrated into his bones drove away the confusion when he first woke up.

He carefully rubbed away eye stains and sweat oil, and after putting on handcuffs and shackles, he asked the caregivers with whom he had established a preliminary relationship in recent times to help with facial care-mainly shaving off the layer of sorrow. of stubble to make his face look more energetic.

But even so, he couldn't hide the fatigue on his face - his eye sockets were sunken as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, his cheeks were a little thinner, and he seemed to have a loss of appetite even when facing the hospital's unusually rich delicacies. .

It is clear that John Watson spends most of his time in the ward every day, exercising with his own weight according to the knowledge in his mind - such a simple exercise should not cause such serious fatigue. This fatigue has no reason at all, as if There was something invisible that was quietly taking away his energy, making him exhausted.

He once asked Dr. George, the attending doctor, about this question and asked if he had suffered from other diseases, but the other party just replied meaningfully: "John, your situation is not that you have another disease, it's just that your body Adapting to the conflict between the invisible and the great.”

"Don't worry, this situation will disappear soon. You will inevitably become weaker, but at the same time, you will inevitably become more rational."

"The process is mostly benign."

At that time, John Watson failed to understand what Dr. George said, but after returning to the ward, he carefully chewed on the doctor's words and felt that perhaps the most direct reason for this change in him seemed to be the new eyelid in his left eye. The prosthetic eye is installed - the fatigue and confusion when I wake up every day seems to only start after the prosthetic eye is installed.

‘Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch. ’

‘According to the knowledge given by the prosthetic eyes...the energy of nature is conserved and will not be created or destroyed out of thin air. ’

‘That being the case, when I use the special ability of Yitong, I should also pay the corresponding energy... The price is that my passion seems to be burned out, and my health seems to be exhausted. ''But compared with this meager price, Yitong's ability is still indispensable and powerful...the special ability to see through walls, even just a trip to the casino, the money I gained is enough for me to make up for it. Missing. ’

John Watson put away his thoughts of recollection and nodded his thanks to the nurse who had just put away the razor in front of him - in order to prevent mental patients like them from harming themselves, no sharp objects were allowed in the hospital room.

But no matter how clean and fresh his face is, it can't hide the hideous scar that goes straight through his left eye. The scar is so deep that the surrounding muscles appear shriveled - even though John Watson has tried his best to squeeze out the scar. He showed a warm smile that made people feel like a spring breeze, but as soon as he raised the corners of his mouth, he would stretch his muscles to reveal a sinister smile that could stop a child from crying at night.

John Watson used this sinister smile that could not be gentle at all to participate in Dr. George's consultation this week - the main content of this consultation was to determine whether he had initially recovered and whether he was eligible to move to It is more free and relaxed, and you can browse the ward 1 area of ​​the hospital library at will.

George looked up and down at Patient No. 103, who seemed to be transformed and reborn - transformation did not mean that the person's appearance had become completely different, but that the other person's behavior, words and deeds had greatly improved. A vulgar businessman was promoted to a courteous gentleman.

Such an astonishing change is simply unbelievable, but considering that the prosthetic eyes filled in the opponent's skull are the creation of the Great Art, then all this makes sense... The Great Art is more systematic and profound than the Invisible Art. knowledge, so the power contained in the knowledge of great art is naturally completely different from that of despicable invisible art.

George carefully read through the recent behavior report and penetration report of John Watson in his hand - the other party seemed to have completely believed that his new knowledge was a gift from the prosthetic eyes given by Miss Holmes, and did not realize that every night, there would be An imperceptible voice resounded in his mind, quietly seeping into his heart like a resonance, allowing him to self-righteously recall various past experiences - those forged military pasts.

Under the quiet hypnosis designed by Miss Holmes and Dean Isaac, John Watson's personality reshaping process has obviously achieved great success. The other person has now lost his stupid and cowardly look, and his face is filled with confidence. And the humble smile is the foundation of human nature endowed by reason and knowledge.

George nodded slightly, smiled and stamped "Agree to transfer" to John Watson's file, "Congratulations John, you recovered very quickly and can be transferred to a mild disease area... The nursing staff will be able to ask them later. Take you to the new ward."

"In mild disease areas, patients are allowed to leave some simple items. Do you have any additional needs? Is there anything you want?"

John Watson seemed to have prepared a draft in advance and answered quickly without thinking: "Dr. George, may I have a pen and some paper?"

"I always feel like there are a lot of inspirations in my head recently, and I thought about transcribing these inspirations into words... I always feel that if I can immerse myself in the ocean of words, I should also be able to gain a long-lost tranquility in my heart... This Maybe it will also help my condition.

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It's night, under the lamp.

The increasingly obese, deformed boy was sitting at the table writing furiously.

The white-haired girl, who has already tasted the taste of killing, is familiar with the newly mastered blade teachings, trying to use the inherent coldness to condense a series of substantial sharp blades.

After a lot of hard work, she finally condensed a not-so-sharp ice spike. She immediately held it tightly in her hand and presented it to her father like a treasure. "Father! Look, I can finally condense a real blade." Got it!"

Her father just smiled and touched her head, "Little Anna, please play by yourself for a while. Father is still busy here and will see you later."

The girl looked at the hill-like pile of papers on the table, and pouted in displeasure, "Father, you are still copying the Secret of the Blade. Isn't it enough that you have already copied so much? Do you need my help?" "

"Anna, you are far from qualified to copy the secret knowledge... Only the knowledgeable can record words containing power without restraint."

"If you want to awaken the resistance in the hearts of the people, secret knowledge is indispensable... Only hundreds of monsters with sharp blades all over their bodies can awaken the long-forgotten fear in this city."

　The temperature has dropped rapidly in the past few days, and the author has accidentally caught it. I don’t know if it is Sanyang. In short, I have been extremely tired and tired these past few days. I lay down all day and night the day before. In the past two days, I could barely hold on at work until I went home and fell asleep. I feel sleepy until dawn... I finally regained some energy today. I will try my best to resume normal updates tomorrow.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)