Chapter 236 Anomalies in the Hospital
Watson was keenly aware of the change in Nello Bacchus's title to him - no longer respected Lord Watson, but changed to John the Baptist, who treated everyone equally.
This is not just a superficial change of title, the respect in the tone seems to have disappeared. This old subordinate who has not been seen for several days seems to be a different person. Not only has there been subtle changes in the body, but also the spirit seems to be sprouting. Overcome the gap.
Moreover, he also noticed that the group of church members who rushed over to show concern for his injury were also very strange.
At first glance, they seemed to be asking kindly about their situation, but in reality, they were showing a restraining and enveloping attitude until they were sent to the emergency medical room in the dormitory building and tied to a steel hospital bed.
However, the treatment process was obviously normal. The church member who had accumulated superb surgical experience from working as a pig butcher served as the chief surgeon for the two of them. He sutured the deep gash in Melanie's abdomen and cleaned the inside of Watson's eye socket. The remnants of... Afterwards, four church members who were good at singing and dancing were invited to play the cult's classic song "The Secret of Thunder" for them.
The specially designed treatment room effectively cut off the transmission of sound, so the vibrations of the drums were all concentrated inside the chamber-like room, and the reverberations seemed to make even the walls tremble.
Even the dim candlelight couldn't help but dance in this light and comfortable atmosphere, and the flesh and blood of the two injured people couldn't restrain their desire to dance.
The new flesh buds squirmed as if they were taking brisk dance steps, like the passionate cha-cha performed by a man and a woman. The bloody hands leaked onto the thin waist of the flesh. The cracks between them gradually healed, and the smooth and tender skin symbolized the end of the dance.
Until the end of the treatment, the two recovered patients seemed to still have the passion and excitement of the dance in their heads. When they stepped out of the hospital bed tremblingly, they almost lost control of their steps and started to dance again.
The esoteric cultist waiting outside the door reminded him softly: "Brother Melanie, Brother John, the leader has invited you two to go to the dean's office for a chat."
Melanie drank the new vitality extraction potion that was handed to her, feeling the smoothness and heat of the bright golden liquid as it slid down her throat. It was like taking a sip of top-grade strong whiskey, and the high-alcohol content seemed to be burning in her stomach. There was a blazing flame, but the burning heat was like the warm spring sun, making the flesh, flesh and cells seem to be charged with energy, and the body seemed to become more solid and indestructible, as if it were fine steel that had just been tempered from the furnace of flames.
She couldn't help but sigh: "What a powerful effect! Does this potion also incorporate the shaping power of casting? Is this the latest achievement of the cult in the past few days?!"
The smiling esoteric cultist did not answer her question, but raised his hand to indicate that she should go to the dean's office.
Melanie looked at these church members who seemed to have become very strange in a few days, full of doubts. She looked at Brother John who had also just drank the new vitality extraction potion, and also saw the doubts in his eyes. .
However, this was obviously not the best time to ask questions. They could only slowly move towards the interior of the hospital surrounded by four church members.
The moment she stepped into the hospital from the back door, Melanie's slightly rekindled intracranial lamp immediately sensed the difference in the surrounding atmosphere - the rich, desperate and painful wails that were about to condense into substance were so dense that she seemed to be Thick blood could be seen falling drop by drop from the ceiling. The floor under his feet was already covered with all kinds of mutilated limbs and minced meat. The ferocious and broken heads were floating in the pool of blood.
Even the pure white walls are covered with crimson tissue that is twisted and deformed like angiosarcoma. It is as if the building of Cross Road Hospital has been transformed into a strange and deformed creature. In the courtyard deep inside the hospital, there is a faint ghost. Come to the heart-pounding vibration!
‘What on earth is this scene? ! ’
‘Why can I glimpse such a scene? ! ’
‘Is it because I was successively eroded by old Michaelis’ lamps and moths that the lamp in my skull has been infected with a trace of fourth-order characteristics after the injury healed, which allowed me to glimpse this scene? ! ! ’
‘Or is the great pupil door giving me enlightenment and truth, allowing me to see another side of the hospital? ? ? ’
Melanie's inner confusion became more and more intense, as if a gray fog came from nowhere and infected her heart. Now she felt more and more that she seemed to have missed many important things during the time she was out, but in the end... What could have caused such drastic changes in the hospital and the Order? !
She unconsciously cast her gaze at Brother John next to her. At present, it seemed that they were the only two people in the entire religious order who had missed the big change. At this moment, they were suffering from the same problem and should unite.
However, this Brother John, who only practiced mind reading and blade reading, obviously did not notice anything strange in the hospital. He just walked up the stairs to the director's office on the top floor, unaware of her look for help.
‘Obviously I should be happy and excited about the growth of the sect. Obviously I have long known that the sect has been using the lives of those wastes to conduct experiments that are inhumane in the eyes of the world...'
‘But why do I feel inexplicably scared and frightened now? Even my calves hidden under my thick trousers started to tremble... What happened in the hospital and the religious order? ’
‘What have I missed during this time? ! ’
Melanie suddenly felt that what was waiting for her in the dean's room ahead was not the reward she had dreamed of, but perhaps torture and torture... or something even more terrifying.
She suddenly felt that the image of Winfrey Morgan, who had always been tall and majestic in her mind, suddenly began to distort. Those sanctimonious words about free medical treatment began to be full of loopholes. The so-called ideal of selfless dedication to the world and reforming this sick society became more and more distorted. It's a contradiction... If the Crossroads Order is really engaged in such a noble and great cause, then why are they doing such dirty things behind the scenes?
“Deep within the Salvation Jimin Hospital lies a filthy and dark slaughterhouse.”
“We carry a reputation of holiness but our hands are stained with innocent blood.”
"Our hard work is ultimately in vain, and the ideals we celebrate will never be realized."
Melanie softly recited this bold statement that was definitely considered rebellious within the sect. Fortunately, she still maintained a certain degree of rationality at this time and did not directly recite her inner thoughts out loud, but spoke softly. With a voice as loud as a mosquito's fly, he recited words that deserved a bloody trial within the sect.
Moreover, the surrounding esoteric cultists are all secret transmitters of the mind and do not have the hearing ability to catch the whispers like mosquito bites, but these words all fall into the ears of the Blade Man, whose senses are as sharp as knives.
Watson listened to Melanie's whisper, and the same whisper was resounding in his head. However, the progress was faster than Melanie's words. It was more like the lamp lady was repeating his words. Whispers inside the skull.
He nodded slightly with satisfaction and ordered the tiny moth lurking at the end to consume his life. Those rebellious and rebellious thoughts were hidden among the moth's broken flesh and flesh, slowly sinking into the flickering lamp in his skull. .
The moth will eventually swoop into the glow and die in the candle... But will the mottled glow of the candle lit with the corpse of the moth remain as pure as it was originally?
This is a question.
No one can answer.