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Chapter 342 Tear until there is nothing left to tear

Although the kittens look like their fur is soft and shiny, there is a fierce glint of hunger in their eyes, as if they have been starving for a long time in this cold winter.

As soon as they saw the thin black snake dancing happily on the thin ice of the lake, they immediately let out a hungry roar and rushed towards the center of the lake.

Faced with the attack of this group of hungry cats, the snakes did not panic, nor did they dodge. Instead, they began to form a square array in an orderly manner.

John Watson thought that he had recently been immersed in the ocean of knowledge for so long that his head was a little confused.

He looked at the array of dark, slender snakes that only existed in his imagination, and a certain sense of familiarity emerged in his heart. He always felt that these formations of slender snakes were very similar to the Macedonian phalanx recorded in history books... It must be me reading a book. How could I have such boring fantasies after watching too much?

He shook his head vigorously, trying to expel this trance-like reverie from his head.

But no matter how hard he tried, the illusion of the cat and snake fighting became more and more solid, and the neighing of the snake and the roar of the kitten became more and more vivid.

The sound of sharp claws cutting off the snake's body and fangs piercing the cat's body echoed clearly in his ears.

The splashes of blood and minced meat fell onto the thin ice of the lake, seeming to stir up bloody ripples underwater.

The fight between cats and snakes did not last long, but in the end there was no real winner.

The hungry cat chewed and swallowed the broken snake into its belly, but the venom it sprayed out as it struggled to die had seeped into the cat's body, and the needle-like tooth marks leaked out thick and hot blood. , the black-faced kittens staggered for seven steps, then collapsed weakly, their golden cat pupils also stained with the turbidity of death.

The flock of owls that had been hovering over the lake slowly descended and gathered to surround the cats that had died from poisoning.

However, they did not peck at the still hot flesh, but silently walked slowly around the dead cat, slowly flapping their five-winged or seven-winged wings, and sounded a sad and generous lament, as if to Commemorate the fight between cats and snakes, commemorate the battle between snakes and cats, commemorate the eternal and endless dispute between the two.

After John Watson witnessed his entire bizarre reverie, he felt that an extremely contradictory and indescribable complex emotion suddenly arose in his heart, which seemed to be both sadness and excitement, both indifference and fanaticism. There was even a hint of inexplicable anger and sadness mixed in from time to time.

He couldn't help but punched his head violently, and a buzzing sound like a bell reverberated inside his head.

‘I…I’m sick again? ! ’

‘Farke! What is wrong with my brain? ! ! ’

‘But why didn’t the psychotropic medication I just took work? ! ! ! ’

'Am I——'

While John Watson was still wondering, the multi-winged owls that only existed in reveries and hallucinations suddenly turned their heads to look at this confused man.

Their terrifying eyes flashed with a sharp cold light like the reflection of a sword, and then a sharp bird song burst out, and a swarm of bees flew towards John Watson.

John Watson smelled the dark flock of owls attacking, but he didn't feel any panic in his heart. He just calmly and calmly dodged the oncoming blade-like sharp wings.

However, he had been immersed in his trance-like reverie for so long that he completely failed to notice that someone was approaching silently behind him.

When John Watson suddenly turned around to avoid the attack of the owl in his imagination, he saw a sharp blade as thin as paper heading straight towards his head!

The man holding the knife was none other than Smoker who secretly vomited the stupid pills during breakfast time!

This mental patient with sparse hair like the Mediterranean Sea showed a ferocious and bloodthirsty smile on his slightly fat old face at this moment, and the blade in his hand was faintly flashing with a soul-stirring evil light.

"Hey, this is the gift that little Rose ordered us to give to you boy!!!"

The slender and sharp blade stabbed directly at John Watson's eyeball. He looked at the tip of the blade that had pierced his nose in an instant, and he finally felt a trace of panic that could not be suppressed in his heart.

But at the same time, his brain began to work rapidly. At this moment, it was as if time had stopped. The extremely thin blade stabbed towards him extremely slowly, but it was not only Smog and the blade that were slow, but also Smog and the blade. Even his body slowed down.

John Watson watched helplessly as the blade struck, but was unable to command his arm to raise to intercept the blade and counterattack.

'what to do? what to do? what do I do? ! ’ ˆ ˆ ‘How can I hide... No, it’s obvious that I can’t avoid this madman’s attack now! ’

‘I’m trying my best but I can only move my head slightly. It’s absolutely impossible to completely avoid this knife! ’

‘The damage must be minimized as much as possible. ’

'But the sharp blade in front of me looks like a paper folding knife... I don't know why, but I have a hunch in my heart that this blade must be extremely sharp and can definitely pierce my skull easily. Any position on my face would most likely flip over and pierce my brain. ’

‘Then it doesn’t matter whether I bear the blow with my cheek or the bridge of my nose. ’

‘My skull can’t stop this extremely sharp paper knife... Wait a minute! It’s not completely impossible! ’

‘The prosthetic eye given to me by Miss Holmes is a mechanical creation made using some extremely precise technology. It may be much harder than my flesh and bones! ’

‘Yes, that’s right, this prosthetic eye is my only hope at the moment! ! ! ’

At a moment when time was almost at a standstill when his mind was running high, John Watson used all his strength to deflect his head. Even though the deflection was extremely slight, he finally adjusted his head until the thin paper knife was about to completely arrive. At the right position, change the end point of the knife tip to the prosthetic eye given by Miss Holmes!

Clang - the sharp tip of the knife hit the round prosthetic eye, and a clear sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly erupted!

This clanging sound reverberated directly into the inner wall of John Watson's skull, making his consciousness somewhat hazy.

Although the prosthetic eye blocked most of the impact of Smog's blade, it was only most of it! ! !

But as the saying goes, success is a righteous eye, and failure is a righteous eye.

The surface of this prosthetic eye, which is as hard as diamond, is smooth and round, and it actually deflects the paper folding knife that still has some remaining strength. It cuts towards the outer corner of John Watson's left eye with a faint spark, and directly cuts open it. His left sphenoid bone left a deep blood mark above his ear that was visible in his brain.

And Smoker also obviously noticed this eyeball that was obviously not a mortal thing.

He couldn't help but feel a trace of curiosity and greed in his heart. When he drew the blade and turned around, the tip of the blade flipped, and he actually pulled the shining prosthetic eye directly out of John Watson's eye socket! ! !

Blood spurted out from the side of his head, and the severe pain of tearing the sphenoid bone burned John Watson's brain nerves, causing painful spasms in his fragile body.

He fell to his knees in pain, and his vision once again fell into a semi-blind state of half light and half darkness.

But even his remaining right eye began to turn black, his breathing began to quicken, and his heart began to beat violently - the end seemed to have come.

The visual darkness came to him one after another, and the tactile coldness came one after another.

The dark self deep in his heart that does not belong to him gradually revives through this pain.

Crazy rage surged into his heart, uncontrollable violence filled his blood vessels, and his bones vibrated like an ancient war song.

Those three familiar yet unfamiliar voices echoed in his head again, teaching him how to act.

One taught him to use his fingers like claws to tear open the chest of the person in front of him.

The second one taught him to turn his fingers into spears and stab them in the throat of the person in front of him.

The third one taught him to use his fingertips like beaks to peck at the eyes of the person in front of him.

"No! This is not enough to vent my rage...I want to tear this guy in front of me into pieces until there is nothing left to tear apart!!!"

(End of this chapter)