Chapter 27 Esoteric Relics
It’s still a familiar hospital, still a familiar ward, and still familiar mottled tree shadows on the gray walls.
Watson lay on his back on the hospital bed, as if he could smell his own scent still lingering in the quilt.
He reviewed the hurried arrangements during the day. Although it was a temporary operation, the obvious evidence should have been destroyed under the cover of the fire.
"I don't know if I can deceive Charlotte... Based on what I know about her, there is at least a 70% chance that she will return to the scene for investigation after leaving the hospital tonight."
"Even if she were Sherlock Holmes, she wouldn't be able to find any clues from the ruins after the fire. She shouldn't be so mysterious, right?"
While Watson was feeling uneasy, there was a sudden buzzing in his head, and the rhymeless and meaningless clicking sound reverberated in his brain again!
Gray-white moths emerged from the shadows of the branches and trees on the wall, and the moth shadows gathered in groups and flew wildly in the ward... Perhaps because the secret transmission had reached the threshold, Watson could actually feel that there seemed to be a hint of joy in the flapping of the moths' wings. Secretly delighted.
He allowed the moths to pour into his skull like a flame, and he became more diligent in deciphering the true meaning of the scriptures. The exhausted moth fell to rest in his right eye.
If there were mortals present at this time, they would see Watson's pupils light up with a faint stone-green light, like a hungry hungry wolf.
"The fraud was successful?"
"Holmes believed my confession?"
The secret transmission suddenly became more advanced, and Watson could only relate to this reason, but he also had new doubts. Assuming that as long as the target no longer doubts him, it is deception, then why does he fail to trigger the trigger when he plays a disabled body every day? Decryption of Tantra?
Or is it that this behavior is actually consistent with the moth's deception, but the progress in deciphering is very low, so it does not show any improvement?
Perhaps due to the experience of a secret transmission, Watson's resistance to the mysterious force's loss of consciousness has now been slightly improved. He doesn't even need to blink as much as he did last time to relieve the itching in his pupils.
Returning to this ward tonight, he suddenly recalled the deep forest... Why not try the dream method again tonight?
Watson suddenly pulled out a few hairs, deliberately slowed down his breathing to eliminate distracting thoughts, and his spirit gradually sank in meaningless reverie.
He once again saw the bright silver staircase leading to the window of Mansu, the savagely entangled darkness.
Watson entered the deathly silent forest through a certain path. The sharp branches seemed to come to life, reaching out to welcome him back in a warm embrace, but the texture as hard as gold and iron made his scalp hurt.
He could not help but bend down and crawl like an animal on all fours, stumbling among the roots to avoid the warm low branches, his pale wings flying among the dense shadows of the trees overhead.
After walking for dozens of steps, it suddenly dawned on me. The drooping branches climbed to a high place, and the dense tree trunks separated and became sparse, revealing the free emptiness.
He stood up straight and gently stroked the dark tree trunk with bruises on the surface. The rough and cold touch lifted his spirits.
He entered the forest again, and the road leading here was deeply imprinted in his mind. He would never forget the way to get here again.
Watson couldn't explain why he was so eager to visit Mansu again. The darkness of this woodland was clearly terrifying and deep.
But when he once again stood in the forest from ancient times to the present, listening to the fluttering wings of moths and feeling the touch of the moon, his mood was unprecedentedly comfortable, as if this place was where he was destined to belong.
In this unfettered woodland, emotions are far more passionate than before, and thoughts are far more active than usual!
He felt an ancient longing to unleash his original nature!
That night he ran wantonly, unleashing his agility and agility that had to be hidden during the day. He grabbed the branches and jumped, trampled on the roots and tumbled, his arms flapped as if they were spreading wings... A moth flew to accompany him.
He saw a figure that looked similar to déjà vu. Its fat moth body was covered with slender white hairs, its comb-toothed tentacles between its brows were like ice-carved combs, and its wings were as clear as glass and could still fly even though they vibrated slowly.
"is it you?"
Watson was filled with uncontrollable joy. He suddenly jumped up the tree trunk and stretched out his arms like a moth trying to pounce on the light.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch, Bai Mo turned his head slowly and quickly to look at him, a trace of amusement flashing in his beautiful obsidian eyes.
He...caught it empty, his fingers seemed to cut through the air, and the moth's body rippled like water waves. It turned out to be an illusory bubble.
"Well done, you tricked me."
Watson laughed and fell from the air. The moment he landed on his toes, he leaned forward and rolled to relieve the force of the fall. When he was about to get up, he touched a piece of moss-covered bark hidden among the bushes.
Between the moist moss and the dry bark, there are obscure and obscure scriptures carved like secret texts, like ropes of different thicknesses with knots of different spacing and different sizes, and like they are engraved on The scars of the world.
Watson closed his eyes and felt the tactile feedback from his fingertips with his heart. This seemed to be another secret scripture, but it was very different from the previous scripture... There was no mysterious power between the lines, but there was a secret hidden in it. A dark secret.
[The perfidious Alexis Kennedy submitted a report to his boss one sultry night after the clock rang twelve times, thinking that he could end today's busy, boring and meaningless overtime work. 】
[His boss Alden once again belittled the fruits of his labor that he had finally copied from the Easterners seeking employment, and angrily scolded them as slow waste and stupid garbage. 】
[Alexis Kennedy could no longer suppress his inner rage. He returned to the empty office, and the floor-to-ceiling glass reflected his tired and ferocious face. 】
[Alexis Kennedy held the handicraft he bought from a street stall some time ago. It was a long and curved animal tooth like a dagger. According to the treacherous vendor, it was excavated from the ruins of the Shadowless Empire. antiques. 】
[He naturally would not believe the hawker's lies, and was only willing to settle the bill at thirteen pence. The hawker readily agreed. Alexis Kennedy felt that he must have lost money. He was really a profiteer. 】
[But now he is holding this handicraft, it feels like holding a sharp blade, and the courage to fight suddenly arises in his heart. 】
[Alexis Kennedy bursts into her boss Alden's office three seconds later. 】
[Alden bled to death seven minutes later. 】
[Three days later, Alexis Kennedy took the top job at Glover \u0026 Sons. 】
Watson frowned because he felt a certain sense of familiarity from the information in the scriptures. He seemed to have seen these names somewhere before...
He searched through the past in his mind and soon captured a flash of memories.
I remembered! Yesterday, I followed the clues of the card found in Harris's home, went to the Shedding Club to investigate without success, and returned to the Sherlock Holmes Detective Agency. At that time, Charlotte handed him a book full of bizarre events, and the most recent one was The suspicious case is——
[On May 18, 1880, Alden, the office manager of Glover and Sons, disappeared mysteriously! 】