I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 57 The Temple of the Wheel
Sorry, I came back from the bar last night. I thought I would get up to type after half an hour of rest, but I didn't expect to fall asleep directly... I really can't believe any trace of sleepiness.

Fortunately, after drinking tonight, they will fly back tomorrow morning, and the author should be able to find free code words at night until the Dragon Boat Festival.

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He raised the basalt rock knife against the scorching sun.

The venomous sunlight reflected on the blood-stained stone knife, and the edge of the blade also reflected a sharp red and gray light through the beaded blood droplets flowing on the surface.

This ray of light was so dazzling that he almost couldn't open his eyes. His eyes were hot and tears flowed, his vision was blackened like blindness, and the pain on his body surface seemed to be burning.

But the pain did not cause him to flinch and fear, and he became more and more aware that he could never stop fighting—fighting against wild animals, fighting against nature, life is constantly fighting!
Watson seems to have experienced a primitive and savage hunting in hallucinations, and that experience, whether it is imaginary or real, has been clearly imprinted in his skull, and it seems that rough scriptures have been carved like knives and axes. The pen is sharp and sharp, and seems to have a faint cold light-it contains the experience and secrets of human ancestors using weapons to hunt wild animals from ancient times to the present.

The hunting in the phantom seemed to be a long time, but in reality, less than three seconds had passed in this world.

Compared with falling into a trance, absent-mindedness and madness when he came into contact with the Moth and Cup secret before, Watson woke up very quickly this time, but his muscles trembled slightly like spasms, which may be a painful stimulus in the eyes of others, but in his heart I understand, this is—an almost uncontrollable excitement and strong killing intent!

He only felt that the whole process of his contact with the secret transmission of the blade was as easy and smooth as a matter of course, and there was a kind of long-awaited ecstasy vaguely in his heart, like "finally here", as if his soul and body Both the life body and the life body have been looking forward to the secret transmission of the blade for too long.

But Watson's cautious character still made him wonder whether there is a conspiracy hidden by William McConaughey. Why does the other party's amputated finger contain the secret of the blade secret? !
At the same time, the moth in the skull also seemed to find this sharp mysterious knowledge, and belched hummingly as if fed up with indigestion, and suddenly retracted its wings, as if curled up into a cocoon and fell into immersion.

Watson heard the slow footsteps of an old man approaching from behind, and he felt some kind of cold and hot eyes falling on him. The eyes were extremely penetrating, as if they wanted to strip off his clothes, his body Flesh and flesh, my own bones... go deep into the soul body of the host thinking, and scan it ravagingly.

The moth in the skull actually sensed this search in advance, wrapped the cup and the blade, and quietly shrunk the body that was about to break the skull to an extremely small size, shaped like a clot in the blood vessel of the brain, and escaped the prevention and suppression of the old man scrutiny!

Watson lowered his emotional fluctuations, hypnotized himself to focus on the pain in his shoulders, leaving only the feeling of the pain in his heart, and tried not to reveal any flaws—God knows if this old man of the Anti-Suppression Bureau has the mystery of seeing through people's hearts strength.

The almost suspicious piercing gaze scanned back and forth three times before he was willing to leave. Watson had already pretended to endure the pain and got up from the ground.

After all, William McConaughey did not escape smoothly, and he was captured by the soldiers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau who came later.

At this moment, the shoulder blades on both sides of the Shining Blade leader were also pierced by a thick steel nail. His arms were pulled behind his shoulders, the palms were pierced and tied in series with tough steel wires, and the ankles were also opened for the steel wires. Penetrating the binding and entanglement, hands and feet are tied to the back, face down, a huge steel ball as smooth as a mirror is stuffed in the mouth, the mouth is stretched to the limit, and saliva drips from the gap between the steel ball and the lips Come.

In such a humiliating posture, William McConaughey was lifted up by the staff of the Anti-Suppression Bureau with a long stick through the gap between his hands, feet and back. He looked like a prey captured by an African cannibal tribe and was about to be transported back. Go to the cauldron that has already been boiling and bubbling in the tribe.

The old man who was a senior executive of the Anti-Suppression Bureau looked at the blade master stuffed into the special steel coffin, and the greed in his eyes was about to overflow.

It was only then that Watson dared to think in his heart: "My Secret Biography of the Moth...seems a bit special. Even though it is only the first level, it can still deceive the investigation of the Anti-Suppression Bureau."

The female detective supported the assistant who blocked the fatal injury for herself. She looked at her assistant very solemnly, and said from the bottom of her heart: "Thank you Watson, you saved my life again."

"It's okay, but—hiss"

Watson showed a posture that was nothing more than that, but he seemed to have pulled the injury on his shoulder while walking, grinning in pain.

Seeing this, Charlotte Holmes felt more and more guilty and apologetic. Watson gave up his life so much, but he even wondered whether he had other intentions a few days ago...

"Watson, you have worked hard during this period. This time, you will rest in the Royal Hospital for a long time. I will also go to find out if there is a famous doctor in London who is proficient in neurology and can help you recover from the old leg injury. .”

Still the familiar Royal Hospital, or the familiar ward... Watson felt as if this was his real bedroom.

Sherlock Holmes left after a little care. After all, she is an extremely sensible female detective. Although she was very grateful to Watson for saving her life a second time, she also knew that she was not a professional nurse. It doesn't help, it's better to go back to work in the detective agency.

Watson rested on the bed for a while, and after a short while, a gypsy beauty with passionate and wavy red hair came in with a plate in her hand.

The neckline of this new female nurse was pulled tightly, but she still couldn't hide her bulging breasts. The short skirt that barely covered her thighs would reveal the lace edge at the bottom of the flesh-colored stockings and the thin suspenders when walking.

Watson didn't even need to turn his head to look, just a slight twitch of his nose and he knew what was on the plate—roasted chicken half, seared halibut fillet, snow peas, tomato and potato.

This is already considered a rather hearty lunch in the [-]th century Fog City, where most of the workers can only quickly swallow sandwiches during their lunch breaks.

The gypsy female nurse cuts a well-cooked flounder fillet and gently puts it in the patient's mouth.

Watson swallowed the lightly golden fried flounder meat sprinkled with sporadic black pepper, and the taste buds clearly fed back the fatness of the fish, the approximate cooking time and the degree of marinating... Finally, he came up with a barely delicious evaluation , the cup phase in the skull is also slightly deciphered.

Under the instillation of the mysterious power of the secret of the cup, Watson's sense of smell and taste were sharpened again. At this moment, he could already smell the faint smell of sweat from the armpits of the female nurse who was close at hand.

He couldn't help but feel a little nauseous, because the olfactory information echoed in his mind, and he unconsciously imagined the scene under the clothes of the gypsy female nurse—the skin with well-developed sweat glands.

"It's good to put the dinner plate next to me. I can eat by myself. You don't need to stay here all the time. I will call you if something happens."

The gypsy nurse left unhappy.

Watson devoured all the food, but still felt unsatisfied—these days, as long as the meal was full, the secret of the cup had been deciphering slowly and steadily, and his sense of smell The sense of taste and appetite are also increasing day by day, and now he feels that if he lets go of his stomach and eats, he may already be able to swallow half a lamb.

This distressed him, and he didn't want to evolve into a picky eater.

After asking the female nurse to bring the second and third meals, Watson was barely full. Tired and sleepy, he couldn't help yawning.

"Maybe it's time to try, whether you can dream into the woodland during the daytime nap..."

Thinking so, Watson pulled out a strand of hair suddenly, and then fell into a dream.

In the dream, he saw the bright silver stairs again, and he dreamed to the woodland along the road he would never forget. Even though it was daytime in this world, the woodland was still entangled in darkness.

Watson walked through the low bushes, and saw the strange ancient well not far in front of him. With this reference, he could draw a conclusion that may not be accurate-every time Mengxing Mansu will appear on the Near the place where I woke up from a dream.

Although he really longed for pure vitality to recover from his injuries, the experience of being submerged in the sea of ​​green vegetation that night still left fear in his heart.

He bypassed this open space and moved forward...

I don't know how long it has passed, until Watson saw the majestic and majestic boulder in front of him like the dead remains of the Titans in the epic legend.

(End of this chapter)