Chapter 231: Not Completely Abandoned

Time goes back to an hour ago.

The corpse of the ignorant and arrogant foreigner had been completely frozen and stiff. The dark red blood was stained through the snow, and the broken internal organs were also submerged by the falling snow.

Only the lampman, with the light in his skull almost completely extinguished, was still twitching convulsively, like a slug soaked in a pile of salt and constantly twisting.

The cliff where the Gowell Hotel was located fell into complete silence, leaving only the wail of the breeze and the faint pulsing sound of the cocoon of flesh and blood.

Those pink tender sprouts that had lost the constant nourishment of the cup phase gradually became dry and charred in the wind and snow, like withered branches or rotting meat, secreting out strands of rotten black liquid.

Then it completely shattered with a click, like a strange-shaped cocoon that had finally matured, and the adult insect inside vibrated wildly and emerged from the cocoon.

A white arm first tore the dry cocoon shell, and then the second arm stretched out, both arms working together to tear the rotten and useless cocoon of flesh into pieces.

What emerges from this cocoon, which exudes the stench of sea water like a rotting fishing net, is a hairless and smooth male body. The body is as pale as if it were made from bones stolen from mass graves. Porcelain, the dark eyes on that bald head shine like broken coal crystals.

After the hairless white man stood up straight, he moved his neck first. It seemed that he was not used to this body that could move freely, and the neck bones made a crisp sound.

Then he slowly looked back at the blood-web cocoon that was gradually dissolving into black water, picked up the hair remaining in the thick oily liquid, and gently blew away the remaining filth on it.

Then, like a hard-working old farmer planting seedlings in the warm spring, he replants the newly fallen hair back on his body surface. The tiny pores bite the hair at the root of the curly hair like the drought-hungry earth. bag.

When these unnecessary things that should have been abandoned returned to their original skins, Watson felt a strange discomfort that he had never experienced before.

His eyebrows trembled slightly and he wanted to fold them, but he was unable to frown because of his strict self-discipline of intangible emotions and anger, as if he was constantly jumping across the psychological boundary between self-release and self-restraint.

After the six methods of sensing the world confirmed that there was indeed no conscious person around him, his trembling eyebrows finally frowned without concealment.

Watson shook his head heavily, this time not to adapt to the fact that the control of his body had been restored, but to confirm that he had returned to the real waking world instead of falling into another vivid illusion.

His spirit and consciousness seem to still be left inside the entrance hall of the Apprentice's Gate just now.

Those pains, those temptations, those hungers and thirsts... were so vivid that he could not forget them for a long time.

After entering the Stag Gate at that time, Watson still retained the last trace of clear consciousness.

A strong glow spurted out from behind the door, and the flowing glow was as violent as a stormy sea, rushing straight towards him.

Like hot red golden needles falling on his body surface, his skin was peeled off piece by piece, and blood blisters appeared on the scarlet texture, and then these hot muscle fibers exploded like thin pythons dancing wildly. Even the remaining eyelid of his right eye was penetrated by the glow and shattered - he was forced to look directly into the intense glow.

The glow also seemed to break directly into his skull along with the window in the skull, piercing into his spirit and consciousness.

Such a powerful light, even the tough steel-like nerves that have been honed in the battlefield can't resist its erosion... Those indomitable thoughts seem to be penetrated by this strong glow.

Watson couldn't help but want to shout and roar, but even if he tried to open his mouth - his big mouth, whose skin was bursting due to the burning of the light, had already begun to grin to the base of his ears - he couldn't make any sound. All the unyielding resistance was drowned by the turbulent ocean current of light.

He could only endure the baptism of light helplessly, until the edges and corners of his thoughts were all washed away by the ocean of light, and he was no longer allowed to retain anything unusual, special, wild... The turbulent light washed away his brain. Benevolence, there seems to be a low and hoarse admonition faintly coming from those flowing water-like lights. You must be rational, not benevolent like a cold machine, act according to the laws of the world, give up those idiosyncratic killings, bloodthirsty and thirst, and devote yourself to yourself. On the way to enlightenment.

You want me to give up my natural instinct? Give up those pleasurable wails and fears to taste again? ! ! !

I, I am not willing to give in, I will never give in! ! !

The unyielding cry finally blurted out, but the turbulent ocean of light immediately surged and blocked these rebellious opinions back into the scorched throat... Watson seemed completely unable to resist.

But in an instant, the scorching light dimmed suddenly, and a deformed and evil insect-like body blocked the glowing ocean current, standing like a dark and lightless reef in the rough waves, blocking Watson's alluring pursuit of knowledge. The feverish glow of human hunger.

The shadow of the deformed outline fell on his body, and the weird shape fell on his eyes. The creeping darkness began to spread towards his soul, and the strange sound of cracking like scissors instantly overshadowed the glowing eyes. exhortation.

Watson clearly remembered the true meaning contained in the crackling noise, as if an ancient monster was whispering in his ear.

"John H. Watson, the moth has touched you, cut off your hair, stripped you of your morals, cut off your chains...and now you will be truly free."

"You will no longer have any restrictions or shackles, and you will be able to walk freely in the world."

"You can now unleash your innermost primal desires as you please."

"Killing, bloodthirsty, and violence are your nature that cannot be abandoned, and this will always be the case."

"You should know that this is the third mark."

The deliberately low and twisted tone suddenly became brisk, "Ahem - since I have brought Brother Mo's message, let's talk about other things. To be honest, this kind of pretentious hoarseness and deepness The tone is really tiring."

"Although I really want to care about the progress of your relationship with Holmes... Oh, by the way, remember never to let Mary and Sherlock meet!!! Especially before they get engaged, don't let them sit down to eat together. , the collision between these two jealous jars is more intense than the collision between francium and water!"

The sound of the clattering scissors suddenly became obscene, "Unless you have the capital to convince them to have three of them together... Hehe, you understand what I mean."

"Okay, time is running out. Let's talk about something serious next. Brother Mo just asked me to teach you how to correctly use the power of abandonment."

"Well...how do you say this? I really don't know that giving up and forgetting are also knowledge that need to be taught? Obviously you just need to do it casually...Well, that's right, the point of giving up is to learn Do it spontaneously!”

"Be free to follow your heart, and your body and memory should also follow your heart."

"The only thing you need to pay attention to is the scale of abandonment."

"Giving up does not really mean that you completely throw away all unnecessary things. John H. Watson. You should know the simple truth that even a piece of toilet paper has its use... giving up can actually mean not Complete abandonment, just like those crazy men and women who can't completely let go of their damn predecessor."

"The principle behind this is deception - I know you are very good at defrauding others. Even the most famous detective in history was almost deceived by you - I only said the most famous, but I didn't say it was The most powerful one. When it comes to detective ability, your Sherlock Holmes is still a little behind."

"But so far, I have never seen you really lie to yourself - at least that's how it appears in your memory. It's just using your willpower to suppress your true thoughts - you You must find a way to deceive your own thinking in order to truly grasp the power of abandonment.”

"To give you a little suggestion, you can try to deceive your own flesh and blood first - just like whispering to the children who are about to live in the orphanage."

The sound of the scissors clicking inside Watson's skull suddenly began to become soft and hoarse, like the voice of a haggard and depressed middle-aged man.

"Hey, my little baby, don't be sad, don't cry. Daddy doesn't really want to leave you. Daddy has no choice but to let your damn bitch mom go around and take my identity information to borrow a car." He paid a huge amount of money, and then ruthlessly ran away with that disgusting pretty boy... Hey, baby, don't cry, hey, I told you to stop crying, don't you understand human language! ?! You idiot!

Sorry, sorry, dad has been in a bad mood recently. He just had one of his kidneys cut off by debt collectors. He shouldn't have cursed you with bad words. Anyway, baby, please stay here for a while and wait for dad to go to Shanbei to earn money. I'll come back to pick you up as soon as I get the money, okay? Okay, let’s hang ourselves on a hook and not change for a hundred years! "

The abnormal sound of scissors that symbolized the whisper of the ancient monster finally returned to normal, returning to the seemingly enthusiastic but indifferent attitude, "Understood? Just like this, I will coax your flesh and blood that is about to leave the body, so that they can even Whether it is scattered on the ground or swallowed into the stomach of the host family, I still maintain my loyalty and love for you. "

"However, you only need to continue to mobilize these seemingly unnecessary things when necessary, so that these lonely little kids can return to the warm embrace of their good fathers, or directly provoke them to misbehave in the host family first. Make a mess of it, of course, and remember to let them come back with something valuable in the end.”

"Oh, this trick is really useful, especially when faced with those poor self-righteous cup people. When they swallowed our flesh and blood with hunger and thirst, they were surprised to find that our flesh and blood was stuck in their esophagus. They tried their best to Struggling to tear apart the fragile outer membrane of the mucosal muscle, getting into their body cavities and playing recklessly, turning their internal organs upside down... Wuhu's expression of shock and horror is funny every time I think about it."

"Okay, that's it for the teachings from my dear old father. I've already put aside your injuries for you."

"Now, go back to the history that belongs to you, continue your little undercover game, and continue to complete your mission."

"Remember, never betray Brother Mo's trust... Otherwise, your future may be even more miserable than mine."

The weird scissoring sound that resounded through his skull finally stopped, but the invisible scissor blade still seemed to remain in Watson's mind, as if stiff and trembling, as if sobbing silently... Then Watson When he opened his eyes again, he had woken up.

He once again returned to the waking world, his incomplete left eye had returned to its original state, and the moth's vision seemed to become clearer and sharper once again.

When he looked up at the dark cumulus sky, he seemed to be able to see a different kind of colorful colors. The clouds seemed not clouds, and the sky seemed not sky. It was more like some vulgar master splashing ink at will, pouring dark and turbid colors on the sky. On the white canvas, black paint with different light colors forms a layered night sky.

"Hey hey hey, we finally have real freedom."

Although the original fat white moth had been eaten away by the ancient monster, another dark and skinny intracranial moth seemed to be reborn in his skull, which was slowly vibrating its sharp wings like swords.

However, the buzzing of the newly born moth in his skull did not make him feel noisy or unhappy. On the contrary, it felt like an indescribable fresh resonance - as if you decided to go to the so-called secret meeting on a whim, but what you saw All I know are just people in vain who are trying to please others.

You are extremely disappointed, but you meet a gathering person at the bar who also smells of blood. The details he inadvertently leaked and the indifferent attitude of telling the story are enough to prove that he and you are truly the same people... You both A thug who truly masters killing.

How to hunt accurately and effectively, how to deal with the leftovers after eating and playing... There seems to be endless topics to talk about between you. There is a tacit understanding in every word and every action. You are simply the best natural partner - Watson is now Such a feeling.

He whispered: "You are right, but we still have some problems to solve now... but it is almost over. We have done enough preparations, and the harvest season is about to come."

After saying this, Watson picked up the sharp straight blade and scratched his body with several injuries that seemed to be caused by swinging claws. He also picked up the teeth that had not been completely corroded from the puddle of rotten black liquid, and cut them for He left ugly and ferocious tooth marks on himself.

Then, he casually picked out his left eye, placed it together with the freshly cut blood and minced meat, and murmured gentle words in a soft voice: "Hey, my baby, you have grown up, it's time to I left my father’s side for a while and soared freely like an eagle.”

Gulugulu's rolling eyes nodded happily with flesh and blood...Okay dad, let's fly away first!

The thin, hairless one-eyed crows fluttered their ugly fleshy wings and flew into the sky, while their father jumped off the cliff and dived into the icy water with a splash.