Chapter 132 Strange Puppet
The moth inside the skull only fluttered its wings slightly at first, seeming to inadvertently throw away unnecessary scales and leak out the excess moth's mana, which was deposited in Watson's body for him to drive at will.
However, when the slow, fat, short hour hand of the pocket watch made a slightly obvious click as the fine gears inside rotated, it finally reached the VI position, that is, it was already eighteen o'clock in the evening... The moth inside the skull flapped its wings. He was getting more and more excited, and seemed to be encouraging Watson to wake Emma up.
The thick hazy cloud sea in the distance outside the window also began to be soaked in the blood-red brilliance of the sunset, just like ink soaked in the clouds and then watered with blood, mixing into strange and weird colors.
Watson's pupils reflected the complex colors of the sea of clouds, and his heart seemed to be as complex as those clouds... But in fact, there were only two choices in front of him, to wake up Emma or not to wake up Emma.
But here and now is by no means the best time to awaken Crowette's twin sister Emma.
They are now in the double inpatient ward of Crossroads Hospital. This building is filled with other esoteric cultists who have mastered forbidden powers. Even Winfrey Morgan's office is very close to here. He opens the door and goes to the building next to him. Looking out the window, one could even see the back of Winfrey's tall chair, no more than thirty yards away.
At such a close distance, Watson could not guarantee whether his act of awakening Emma would disturb Winfres, who seemed not to pay attention at all; nor could Watson guarantee whether the content eavesdropped by the two would be intercepted by ears through the wall. Eavesdropping; even if the influence of the moth is spread throughout the room to cover up the traces of the conversation, it is difficult to guarantee that Winfres will be aware of the power of the secret transmission of the moth.
When the other party follows the traces of the moth, how should you explain it?
It was Emma who woke up for no reason and took over Clovette's body, spreading the influence of a moth that was deceptive. It had nothing to do with me... But how to explain why Emma woke up twice with him by her side? Even if this can explain the past, it will definitely make Winfres more wary of him.
If Emma is not involved, then the explanation of this matter will be even more unsolvable... Since Emma is not awake, where does the remaining moth power in the room come from? Was it exerted by you, Watson? It turns out that you had mastered the secret information of Moth before you joined us - a person with evil intentions! Die! ! !
Therefore, Watson did not inject the mana scales into Clovette's body as the moth in the skull wished, and gave Emma, who also had a moth phase, a boost so that she could reappear in the waking world.
"We need to think carefully about cooperating with Emma... According to Clovette's performance after waking up, she should not be able to know what Emma saw when she controlled her body, but Emma seems to be able to know that Clovette is occupying What I learned about my body.”
Watson thought in his mind. He sat carefully beside Crovette's bed. In order to prevent the intracranial moth from playing another trick, he did not have any physical contact with the girl, but just stared at her with a caring attitude. Looking at the other person, it seems that he is counting the rhythm of the other person's breathing.
"Crowett, don't worry. You have a good rest first, and after you recover, I will invite you to another new and good restaurant for a delicious 'dinner'!"
Clovette's eyes seemed to tremble and tremble, and she uttered unconscious murmurs. She seemed to have tasted real delicacies in her sleep, but she didn't know whether they were the rich dishes that Watson brought to the restaurant in the past, or whether they were cooked by her mother. Poor food.
After saying this, Watson fell asleep on the hospital bed again. He believed that Emma could already understand what he meant.
The intracranial moth rarely caused trouble this time, and curled up accordingly. It seemed that it felt that this short-term tolerance and suppression would be enough to lead to more interesting and interesting things in the future.
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Clovette's rest was more time-consuming than Watson imagined, because this was not a simple physical injury, but a more complex mental issue involving desire and secret transmission, and she had to suspend all activities. , lying quietly on the hospital bed, using a comfortable life to resist the inner urges, and prevent the secret transmission of the heart from breeding terrible desires that can distort the mind.
And as late at night fell again, there was a familiar knock on the door of Watson's room.
Nello Bacchus came again. This time he was only wearing loose casual clothes, but he could not hide his increasingly bulging muscles... In the moth's vision, Nello's alien body was getting bigger and bigger. It really looks like a giant bear wearing armor, or a giant steel bear wearing fur.
Those increasingly thick bone fragments are already covering Nello's abnormally strong and abnormal body like armor, almost like wearing a pair of extremely thick and heavy armor. But even such a heavy armor could not cover up the pulsating thumping sound inside, as if there was a huge leather drum hidden inside the armor, which was playing a dull and powerful rhythm on its own.
Watson opened the door and motioned for Nello to come in and sit down. The two of them sat on the simple sofa, drinking glasses of strong wine.
Nello thought thoughtfully and asked: "Sir Watson, according to Mr. Winfrey, you have learned the secret of thunder to the last step?"
Watson nodded slightly and replied: "Yes, I only have the last secret scripture left that has not been completely decrypted. According to Mr. Morgan, I need to complete a practice of the code of heart that is far more intense than before. Only by doing this can we completely decipher the secret of thunder and become a true first-level heart secreter."
"And according to Mr. Morgan, I should participate in a grand dance performance, use sonorous and powerful dance steps to practice the principles of the heart, and feel the rhythm of the heart in a passionate and enthusiastic atmosphere... This is the most orthodox The one with a heart will be promoted.”
"I originally wanted to wait for the next new member to join and complete the promotion with a dance performance at the welcome ceremony... Unfortunately, there seems to be no suitable member to join recently."
Watson raised his head and drank the glass of wine, pretending to be relaxed but actually smiling bitterly: "It seems that I still have to wait a long time to fully understand the secret of thunder."
Nello also drank the wine in his glass. He put down the glass and said, "Actually, that's why I came here."
"Although dancing is the most orthodox method of practicing the secret transmission of the heart, there are actually other tricky ways in this world... Sometimes, we can also use external objects to speed up the progress of the secret transmission."
"For example, this thing."
Nero Bacchus said as he took out a dilapidated wooden puppet from his arms. The puppet's face was covered with three exaggerated claw-like cracks, making it difficult to see its original appearance. There were heavily rusted iron nails stuck into the top of the head, the back of the head and both arms. The shape was horrifying, like some kind of ritual doll used to curse others.
But the moment Watson saw the doll, he immediately felt the extremely weak telepathic power contained in it.
And when he took over this strange puppet from Nello, he could sense the moment he took it. There was a faint heartbeat hidden inside the puppet, like the dying heart of an old man who was dying.
The author seems to have recovered from the yang, and today is especially serious. Tears are streaming, facial muscles are sore, and even the shoulders and back feel pain after sneezing... Is this the season when diseases are rampant?
Even people in the religion have suffered from health damage caused by this filthy miasma. I would like to ask for the power of my heart to make my illness disappear.
So I’ll just finish this chapter tonight, and I’ll finish it up tomorrow if things get better.