I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 59
After Watson woke up, the glow of the setting sun had already come in through the gaps in the branches outside the window, and the ward was covered with a layer of desolation.

It took him two seconds to recall. It seemed that when he traveled to Mansu in his dream last time, he had also harvested similar secret scriptures in the forest.

It’s just that after he woke up from the dream, the scriptures containing secrets quickly melted away in his mind like snowflakes, and he only had time to record the key words——Glover and Son, Alden, Alexis Kennedy.

At that time, Watson thought it was some kind of clue leading to the mysterious phenomenon... But later, he was surprised to find that it had nothing to do with reality. Alexis Kennedy.

And the four-signature case... This secret that never happened and should never happen has been deeply imprinted in Watson's memory.

Perhaps it was because of this secret that he had heard about it in a later life in another timeline; or maybe it was because the secret transmission of the first-order moth had been cultivated to perfection, which caused some changes in Watson's soul and body, even if his consciousness returned to After waking up to the world, he still remembers this secret of unknown meaning.

"This secret biography that does not contain any power should be the secret history and secret biography that Little Victor mentioned back then..."

"But judging from the first paragraph of secrets, Alexis Kennedy, who may be related to Glover and his son, does not exist at all... Did I overlook some clues? Alexis Kennedy actually exists, It's just that I haven't found the other party's trace yet?
"Or is this secret history, like the second secret history, actually a prophecy of what will happen in the future?"

"But the name of the great detective Sherlock Holmes mentioned in the second paragraph of the secret is a male Sherlock... This is very different from today's reality. Is there a misunderstanding in the process of deciphering the true meaning of the scriptures? Or is it about Some possibility in the future?"

Watson fell into deep thought, but because there was another female nurse outsider in the ward, his face was dazed and fuzzy after waking up, he yawned, pretended to be doing nothing, picked up the newspaper on the side, and stood in front of him. to cover up their real thoughts.

"What clue did I overlook?"

"Are there any other secrets that Glover & Sons have?"

"Who the hell is Alexis Kennedy?"

"Will the four-signature case happen as scheduled in this world?"

"Perhaps, I should take the initiative to investigate that Miss Mary Morstan...to meet my theoretically destined wife in advance."

Dongdong——During Watson's brainstorming, the door of the ward suddenly knocked twice, and the visitor pushed the door open before waiting for a reply.

The person who came was Stanford Leland Jr. He was still wearing a white coat, and his face looked a little tired. It seemed that he had just finished a busy day of work, and he was able to find time to visit his friends only after the night doctor took over the shift.

When little Stanford went to work in the morning, he had already heard that his friend was injured and admitted to the hospital again in the early hours of the morning, but he had no choice but to go to the doctor today because he was busy with work, and he didn't have time until the sun went down.

The female nurse, who was sitting slumped on a comfortable single-seater leather sofa and flipping through magazines with her legs crossed, saw Mr. Stanford, the attending physician, who opened the door and entered. She immediately put down the magazine in her hand and stood up, pretending to be diligent and serious.

"Okay, Rosa, put away your poor acting skills. You thought this was the Jubilant Theater where you worked before? You should get off work early today. I have some private matters to discuss with the patient."

The female nurse named Rosa grinned, crossed Little Stanford and rushed out the door unceremoniously, took off the nurse's white coat as she walked, and left quickly, humming a cheerful song.

Little Stanford moved a chair and sat next to the hospital bed. Looking at Watson who was frequently injured and admitted to the hospital because of the work he introduced, he couldn't help apologizing. He said worriedly:

"Watson, how about... I found you another job, right? You have been admitted to the hospital for the third time this month. You were never admitted to the hospital so frequently in Fulstein."

"I knew it would be so dangerous to work with Charlotte, and I shouldn't have introduced you to her as an assistant."

Little Stanford's tone was very sincere, and he seemed to really blame himself deeply, blaming himself for introducing a dangerous job to his friend-this was not at all satisfying the exciting but not dangerous job requirements he had promised Watson.

"It's all right, I should thank you, Mr. Stanford Leland Jr."

Watson shook his head, took the rich man's palm with his only healthy right arm, and held it firmly.

"I would like to thank you solemnly and sincerely, Little Stanford, for the job you introduced to me, to be Miss Holmes' assistant... It is the most correct decision I have ever made in my life! It is also the worst decision I have ever made in my life. A precious opportunity that should be missed!"

There is still half of the truth behind Watson that I haven't fully told... If it wasn't for your introduction, how could I have come into contact with the majestic and magnificent Sichen world!Get in touch with the powerful and unpredictable mysterious power! ! !

Hearing these words, little Stanford couldn't help being a little puzzled, but he was relieved in an instant...As expected of Watson, who regards life and death as nothing, and regards danger as opportunity...as expected of the object I have always admired!

"Okay! Now that you've made up your mind, Watson, I won't stop you anymore, but you need to pay attention to your safety. The monthly salary of tens of pounds...is really not worth risking your life for!"

"it is good."

Then little Stanford continued to chat with Watson for a long time, until the nurse who replaced the night shift knocked on the door, he got up and left.

Watson specially asked the hospital kitchen to prepare a poor dinner tonight. Although the chefs were puzzled by this requirement, it was not the first time they met a patient/client with eccentricities. They still carefully followed the instructions and prepared walnuts that were hard enough to smash black bread with heavily watered down milk.

As soon as Watson's sense of smell sensed the low-quality smell of black bread and buffalo milk, the cup in his skull immediately conveyed the meaning of rejection, driving his stomach to squirm crazily, and vowed to resist with nausea!

But he still resisted the physical nausea, and stuffed the rough black bread that had been torn into small pieces into his mouth one by one, like chewing dry tree roots.

Even the large and small salivary glands seem to be in conflict in the form of strike, and they can't secrete a trace of saliva at all. The dry throat is like a labor tool of an elderly prostitute on the street.

He dipped in the thin milk that was pure and almost clear water, and swallowed the moist black bread crumbs abruptly. While this extremely poor-quality food was still sliding down the esophagus, the cup had already burst out with a strong will to resist—he The gastric juices in his stomach rolled up by themselves, spurting upwards and wanting to vomit.

At this moment, Watson was the only one in the ward. He directly punched his stomach, and stopped the disobedient spasm of the stomach with precise blows. Crude food was pushed into the stomach, making the cup's resistance all useless.

Watson murmured to himself and seemed to warn: "My body is not up to you to decide!"

The cup in the mind can't help but freeze in astonishment, the moth in the skull also seems to be snickering, the flapping of the scales sweeps the defeated cup to the corner of the soul body, and the brave sword sees the wind and silently rises to the top, Occupy the second overall secret pass position.

Watson, who slightly suppressed his greedy appetite, was already a troublesome thing to let go of. After he was barely full, the blood in his body was concentrated in the stomach due to the focus on digesting hard food, resulting in a slight lack of oxygen supply to the brain. Feeling drowsy, I consciously slowed down my breathing and thinking, pulled out a hair on the back of my head that was almost empty, and dreamed again to the woodland of Mansu.

　Slightly slow down the rhythm, it's time to explore the Mansu dreamland, it can't be either a fight or the way to a fight

　　
　
(End of this chapter)