Chapter 108 The coming heart
In the early morning of the next day, the first ray of dawn struggled to pass through the thick cumulus clouds, but it was inevitably stained with a gray color, and the light became dim and thin.
This gray and cold morning sun reflected through the narrow sill window into the detention cell deep in Scotland Yard.
In the small, damp and dark room, a black-haired man occupied the only bench. But he looked like he had been tortured, and there were bruises on his face that made him look bruised and swollen.
His face showed deep fatigue, and his brand-new expensive suit was in tatters. The walking stick was always placed on his shoulder. It seemed that he had not slept all night, and he was always wary of the cordial greetings from other inmates. .
But in fact, in addition to men, there are six suspects detained pending trial in this cell. Before yesterday, they were all healthy and normal men. However, at this moment, they were all lying on the urine-stained floor, making two weak noises from time to time. Groaning in pain.
One of them has lost his voice, one is deaf, one has lost the basic functions of a normal male, and the remaining three have varying degrees of comminuted fractures... If they have not received correct treatment in the past few days, there is a high probability that they will remain Permanent loss of functionality.
The initiator of everything was Watson, who was sitting on the bench with a slight smile.
He stayed up all night to avoid unconscious molting in his sleep, to preserve the injuries on his face that were deliberately created, and to prevent these mortals from discovering his abnormality - of course he could hang all these prisoners without any effort. And he won't be hurt at all.
But how can this look show his despair in being trapped in prison? What about making Winfrey Morgan involuntarily believe that he is John Watson's savior?
Watson glanced at the guy lying on the ground who couldn't help moaning... Fortunately, losers, if I didn't have other plans, you would have left this world forever last night.
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The light projected from the sill window went from gray in the early morning, to slightly bright at noon, to dim at sunset, and finally dimmed completely, leaving only the faint light of the street lamp in the distance.
It's the dead of night again.
Watson sat at the end of the bench. After receiving his friendly and touching invitation, the other inmates also sat down shakily, but they were all crowded together like penguins hugging each other for warmth, leaning against the fence. The corner next to him was far away from this dangerous man.
This disheveled man with bruises on his face seemed to be isolated by other inmates, occupying half of the bench by himself.
Watson just smiled. He had already reminded these inmates with touching words in advance not to talk nonsense in front of the police officers or others. Otherwise... I know your home address and background clearly. Even if you are in jail, I will take good care of your family for you.
Naturally, all the inmates nodded wildly sincerely, signaling to brother that you have the final say.
Until midnight, when most people had fallen asleep, slight snoring could be heard in this cell, but Watson still kept his eyes wide open. He wanted to use fatigue to destroy his face and make it glow. Dull as gray.
Finally, he heard a burst of impatient footsteps outside the corridor, and the tapping of Scotland Yard's standard leather boots was gradually approaching.
But further away, there was a faint and powerful beating of the heart... Winfreth, you are finally here.
Dang Dang Dang——The thick wooden stick hit the iron fence door, making a noisy sound.
"John Watson, the case investigation is clear, you are innocent, you can go."
Watson opened his sleepy eyes drowsily. He was huddled in the corner of the bench. He seemed to be tortured. His face looked much haggard, and green stubble grew on his chin.
"Me? Can I leave?!" He asked in disbelief as he rubbed his sleepy eyes.
"Yes, you can go. Come on, don't shout so loudly."
"YES!!!"
When he heard this heart-stirring good news, he couldn't help but want to cheer, but he suppressed his voice when he heard the police officer's warning words, but tears seemed to well up in the corners of his eyes.
The retired officer quietly followed the guard police officer away. After they left, the criminals who had been pretending to sleep in the cell dared to open their eyes with joy on their faces. When their eyes met, they all saw the tears in their eyes. .
Watson did not leave directly from the main entrance of Scotland Yard along the way he came yesterday, but first came to a small and remote side door. The narrow door leading to the free world was ajar, and outside the wall was something like A violent sound like thunder.
The guarding police officer opened the door, bowed to the figure standing in the street and said: "Sir, according to the order of the deputy director, I have brought out the person you are looking for."
"Well, I didn't expect the police officers to be working hard overtime so late at night. It seems that our security work in London is really hard... I will treat this small amount of money as my donation to Scotland Yard. Please treat the police officers to a late-night snack."
Although this gentleman, whose identity is unknown but must be very well-connected, said it was just a small amount of money, what he took out was a stack of ten-pound notes, seven or eight in total... This is almost catching up with me. More than half a year’s income! Sure enough, these noble masters are generous in their dealings! No wonder the deputy director would...
"Thank you, thank you, sir, for supporting us. We will definitely live up to your expectations and work hard to maintain stability and peace in London!"
The police officer clicked his toes and straightened his waist as hard as he could, but he could only raise his hand in a crooked salute.
"The safety of the city of London depends on you, police officers!" The figure just smiled, "Officers, you are busy with your work, so we will not disturb you for now. I will take my friend who has been wronged to take a rest first."
"It's okay, you are busy first, then I will take my leave first." The police officer smiled flatteringly and left.
John Watson, who had witnessed the whole process, just looked at the figure in confusion. He felt that the other person's voice and body shape did not correspond to the acquaintance in his memory. He couldn't help asking: "First of all, I am very grateful to you for freeing me from prison." rescued, but are you?"
"Hahaha, John, it's been so long since we last met, don't you recognize me?"
The figure returned to its original voice and walked out of the darkness laughing, although its shoulders were padded, the soles of its feet seemed to be taller, and there was still a beard on its face.
But Watson knew that this person was his target, Winfrey Morgan—the dark, hairy alien body in the moth's vision couldn't be faked!
"Ah, Mr. Morgan! It's you?! How could it be...you were the one who rescued me?!!!"
Watson cried out in surprise, his bruised face filled with surprise and gratitude.
"Alas, I heard from Crovette that you were provoked by the Holmes family's young lady and imprisoned. The other party even used the privileges of the nobility. A trial will be convened tomorrow morning, and you will inevitably be imprisoned unjustly." Winfrey said and shook his head, "I know Mr. John that you are by no means such an impulsive person, and you are also very warm-hearted. Little Anna and Crovette both asked me to find a way to save you."
"But, Mr. Morgan, how do you know-"
"I'm just an ordinary doctor. Naturally, I don't know the police officers in Scotland Yard. But since our Cross Road Hospital has become more and more prosperous, a distinguished gentleman who cannot be named wants to join the stock. But for my sake I have always refused to promise that the free hospital will be pure and free from outside influence... But after listening to Crowitt last night, I knew that I would never let a kind gentleman like Mr. John be unjustly imprisoned. I had no choice but to We can only find Mr. Xungui and get his help in exchange for part of the equity of Cross Road Hospital."
Winfrey showed regret, but patted Watson's shoulder heavily, "It's okay, as long as you can regain your freedom, Mr. John, these small prices are nothing... As long as Mr. John, you can regain your freedom." As long as people are still there.”
Although the man was reluctant to shed tears, Watson's eyes still filled with crystal tears. He choked and said, "Mr. Morgan, it is really difficult for me to repay your kindness."
As he spoke, he knelt down on one knee, buried his head deeply, and said in an excited but firm voice: "Mr. Morgan! Please let me follow you! I will swear allegiance to you and become a profit in your hands." The sword will not be moved by wealth or other feelings. Your words are my orders to swear allegiance to you. I will always be loyal to you and fight for your ideals, even if there is a mountain of blades and a mountain of flames ahead. Hai, I will follow your instructions and continue to move forward!”
"Oh, Mr. John, this is too grand. Please get up quickly."
As Winfres Morgan said this, his palms touched the head of John Watson, who was kneeling on one knee like a knight swearing allegiance to his lord. He felt his head lower under his palms, and he was satisfied. laughed.
However, the light in the back alley of Scotland Yard was dim, and he did not notice that under the loyal knight's thick trousers, the knight's knees did not kneel on the ground, but were only suspended a centimeter above the ground.
A loyal knight is not loyal.
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The next morning.
Crowett was working at the triage desk. After the initial enthusiasm for opening, the number of patients in the hospital during the day dropped a lot - after all, most of the people at the bottom of the foggy city need to work hard during the day in exchange for meager wages. money to sustain the family.
Only those poor people who are in pain and unable to work will come to see a doctor during the day, but the speed at which these patients contract the disease is far slower than the cure speed at Cross Road Hospital, not to mention... some patients who are alone are being discharged from the hospital. Then he disappeared without any reason.
This made the number of customers/meat sources at Crossroads Hospital become increasingly scarce during the day, and Clovette also began to feel a little bored. There were no consultants queuing up to chat with her, and the other two church members in charge of triage were also aware of this. After the post was so idle, they all returned to the secret room inside the hospital to continue the internal work of the religious order, leaving her alone on duty.
yawn--
The bored girl had no choice but to tear off the hospital's promotional pamphlet, fold the colorful paper into frogs, snakes and rocs, and play games of snakes swallowing frogs and rocs catching snakes, laughing to herself.
Dong-dong-dong, the triage table rang.
Clovette hurriedly put away the paper toys, showed a bright smile as if someone finally came to play with me, and suddenly raised her head, "Hello, may I ask what you don't feel--"
But when she saw the face of the visitor clearly, she was immediately frightened and her voice trembled, just because the visitor was none other than Mr. Winfrey! "Scare the dean! I didn't mean to be lazy, no one really came..."
However, Crowett noticed a familiar figure behind the dean. Although his face looked very haggard, there was some kind of dazzling light in his eyes, as if he had found his goal in life and was no longer confused. , only unswerving fighting spirit.
"Mr. John! Haha, Dean, you rescued Mr. John!!!" Crowett laughed and did not forget to give Mr. Dean a thumbs up.
Winfrey glanced at her helplessly, looking like a father who caught his daughter being naughty but couldn't be strict, "Crovitt, how many times have I told you not to go off-duty while at work?" , if you are really bored, just read a book, don’t think about playing every day.”
"The relationship between Mr. Morgan and Miss Crowitt is really good. They seem to be as harmonious as a father and daughter..." Watson looked at the two of them, seeming to envy this kind of family-like warmth.
"Really? Crovette has never seen her father since she was a child. It would be great if the dean was really my father... Then I can tell others openly that little Anna is my biological father. younger sister!"
Crowett showed a longing expression. But the other face on her chest didn't seem to think so. Although he didn't dare to speak nonsense because of Winfrey's presence, he showed a disgusting expression.
"Yes, Clowett, I have an important task for you now."
"Hey! What kind of important job is this? But Crowette has to be responsible for the triage desk now, so she can't leave."
"I'll have someone take over the work at the triage desk later. Your first priority now is to take John to settle down in the hospital's accommodation building and let him have a good rest."
"Accommodation building...Has Mr. John joined our family?! Great!!!"
Clovette was so happy that she almost jumped up. She hurriedly ran out of the triage table, holding Mr. John's hand and was about to run to the back of the hospital. However, before taking two steps, she remembered that Mr. John's legs and feet had not fully recovered. , and slowed down again.
She turned back and looked at Mr. Winfres, who was smiling like an old father, and asked expectantly: "Then Dean, when we work overtime tonight... should we also bring Mr. John with us?"
But seeing Mr. Winfrey just shaking his head slowly, the girl's heart cooled down a little... It turns out that Mr. John hasn't fully joined us yet.
"Don't worry, John has just come out of that dark and damp cell. Let him have a good rest today. We will hold a welcome 'ceremony' for John tomorrow night."
"Welcome ceremony... great!"
Crowett happily took Mr. John's calloused hand and walked to the back of the hospital.
Winfrey Morgan watched their backs gradually disappearing, and he said in a deep voice: "Even if John, your will is far stronger than ordinary people... But as long as you have opened your heart to me, even you can't Escape the effects of the ritual!”
John Watson staggered behind the striding Clovette, and he thought in his heart: "The rule of the heart...the never-ending vitality, the strong physique that is not afraid of scars, I am bound to get it!" "