I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 75 Molting
No.20 Seven days after admission, the darkest day before dawn.

Watson hid in the bathroom. He took off all his clothes and let the cold water pour over his head. His skin was covered with goose bumps from the cold.

What washed down with the water flow was not only sweat, but also some thin flakes of dead skin. The sloughed off dead skin was translucent and felt like a flexible plastic shell.

From Watson's article "Shock!Another case of rioting comparable to the explosion of the Congress was killed in the cradle! "It has been half a month since it was published. After this period of fermentation, the popularity of the article has not fallen but increased. The popularity in Wudu is getting higher and higher. Many people at the bottom have begun to understand that there is such a wise person in the city. An outstanding female detective.

Suspense, crime, violence, gun battles, and noble daughters... These sensitive keywords have won the joy of the people at the bottom. Content.

"Have you heard? Yesterday another detective published that he would challenge Miss Charlotte!"

"An unheard-of little detective in the Eastern District is also worthy of challenging the honorable Miss Charlotte? How desperate!"

"That's right, Miss Charlotte's case-solving deeds have been confirmed by Scotland Yard. In the past, many unsolved and mysterious cases were solved by relying on her wisdom...I really don't know where these third-rate detectives whose names I have never heard of come from." Courage to seek death."

The heated discussion among the people is all due to the radical remarks made by the female detective in the interview some time ago. Her speech is equivalent to a declaration of war against the idiot detectives in London. How could those private detectives who make a living watch this As a result of the loss of precious customers, one after another spent money in newspapers to fight back. Even though limited by the honorable status of a female detective, she dared not use vulgar words to attack directly, but she still used yin and yang sarcasm to disgust the other party.

In this war that only exists in newspapers, not only the sales volume of Little Stanford’s newspaper has skyrocketed, but other small newspapers have also made a small profit from publishing the challenge declaration of the unreconciled little detective, and ordinary people at the bottom also get entertainment from it. Sherlock Holmes is even more famous... It can be said that people from all walks of life can benefit from it, and only those little detectives who are incapable of barking are reduced to the only victims.

As the source of the London detective controversy, Watson, the author of the Sherlock Holmes detective article, has benefited a lot.

He buried the truth of the Shining Blade Cult case, deleted and edited the insignificant details and spread them to the outside world, and changed himself into an unknown recorder who took the main credit... This is undoubtedly a large-scale incident involving the entire London Fraud!
The moth inside the skull is getting fatter and fatter, and its abdomen is bulging like joy. Day and night, it flaps its wings ecstatically in Watson's soul body, venting its vigorous energy that has nowhere to display.

The size of the moth has grown to the limit beyond the perfection of the first-order secret transmission, and it is almost about to explode due to the continuous force of deceit!

Under such circumstances, Watson finally understood how to exert the influence of the moth without a teacher.

That is very different from the complex secret method taught by the female dancer Mary Morstan. It is a kind of instinctive impulse, just like walking on all fours, just like the vibrating vocal cords making a sound, just like a beast jumping into the water and swimming... It is hidden in the blood. A skill you are born with.

At that time, Watson only felt that he seemed to be recalling a skill that had been superb but forgotten for a long time. He released his inner restlessness in the ward where there was no one in the middle of the night, and a dark bat inadvertently broke into the ward covered with the influence of moths.

Its fleshy wings are still flapping, its wrinkled nose has just crossed the window sill, and it sprays out high-frequency short waves to locate the situation ahead... But why is the frequency of the sound waves that bounce back so abnormal, as if there is something lurking in the dark? Indescribable monster!

This sound undoubtedly stimulated the bat's instinctive fear. It seemed to recall the warnings left in its genes by its ancestors, and it tried to turn around and quickly stay away from this dangerous place.

But it was too late, the sound waves mixed with monster roars had already entered its brain, the tiny brain tissue rippled like liquid, its limited thinking was occupied by weird humming, it was afraid of fear Wanting to call for help, but unable to control the vocal cords... It turns out that the cartilage sheet in the throat has changed into another material, a material that should not appear in nature.

The bones began to make cracking sounds, the powerful muscles twisted and deformed, the deformed bone spurs pierced the flesh wings, and the sharp teeth of the lower jaw suddenly grew thick and long, directly piercing its lips and nose, bending and piercing into the pitch black The eyeball penetrated the skull and pierced into the rippling brain tissue.

The inexplicable buzzing stopped abruptly, and the bat felt unprecedentedly clean and happy. It had no strength or desire to flap its wings, and fell into this room full of strange power.

Watson heard the strange noise and put away the influence of the moth. He followed the source of the sound and saw a strange-shaped bat that had fallen near the window sill. Grow from it, change its shape, distort its essence... just like the deformed patrolman Lance.

Watson couldn't help frowning at this scene... Why did the influence of the moth he exerted cause such a strange phenomenon, which seemed to contain the power to cause biological distortion.

But no matter it was the abnormal policemen back then, or the later female dancers, the man-made influence they exerted was nothing more than a momentary trance... What is the hidden secret of the moth that I harbor? what secret? !

The result of the moth in the skull swelling to the limit is far more than that... The moth form sinks all the excess mana into the depths of the host body, and the old color like the forest land begins to stain Watson's body.

Watson now wakes up every day and sheds part of his skin, whether it is limbs or torso or face. He feels like a fragile porcelain doll, and he can tear a piece of his body from the surface when he looks in the mirror in the morning. Cracked clear tiles.

Fortunately, the newborn skin is not pink and tender, but a bronzed cool white, just like the color he was exposed to in Fullstein, but the newborn skin is more delicate, and the large pores of the Aryan race have shrunk .

Watson molted on the first day on his left calf, which was once disabled and hard to heal. At that time, he only felt that the new skin seemed to be very thick and tough, so he took a fruit knife on a whim and scraped it lightly on his leg... the result was natural was unscathed.

Even if he slashed it hard, it would only leave a white mark that turned red in an instant, but the blood vessels under the skin were ruptured, but the skin did not show any obvious damage.

Seeing this, Watson unreasonably thought of the golden bell-covered iron cloth shirt in martial arts novels. He thought in his heart:

"If this continues, won't I soon be invulnerable?!"

(End of this chapter)