Chapter 249 Sending Hearts
"I'm Leonardo."
Leonardo began to introduce himself after he got into the carriage, but he only gave an unknown name, and did not even reveal his specific surname - this is the most normal thing in the secret world, except for those in the same organization Most esoteric believers will not reveal their true and complete names to the outside world casually.
The true name of all things has some kind of close and inseparable connection with itself. This is not just a conceptual connection, but also a real, invisible and intangible mysterious connection - some primitive tribes and ancient organizations There are still those vicious witchcrafts in it, which can lock the target's whereabouts through the real name, and can even cast spells to harm the target directly, just like stealing the target's fingernails and hair to cast a curse.
Therefore, experienced esoteric believers will never reveal their names easily. Even when communicating with believers who should be close to each other, they will often hide their middle names to avoid the disclosure of their complete real names, which may lead to unfortunate disasters. .
"John Watson" Watson nodded slightly and replied. Although he also knew that the other party already knew his name, this was just a polite response.
The horses were whipped by the coachman, and after neighing, they stampeded forward, and dim street lights flashed on the black gauze-like curtains of the carriage.
After Leonardo sat down, he took out a small ebony box from under his seat and handed it to John Watson opposite, "Put Melanie's heart in here. This wooden box is made of cast iron." A masterpiece that can slow down the loss of power in the bones of the secret messenger to the greatest extent. It is more labor-saving and more efficient than using the power of the mind to forcefully keep the heart alive. "
Watson didn't seem to have any doubts about whether the other party had hidden other evil intentions. He actually took out the warm and pulsating blood-red coconut from his arms and slowly put it into the opened ebony box.
However, Leonardo, who was sitting face to face, did not notice that while John Watson, who was opposite him, was putting the heart into the ebony box, he inadvertently rubbed the belly of his thumb against the surface of the heart, and the skin of his thumb was abandoned. It fell off on its own and adhered to the warm red pulsating heart muscle.
The abandoned skin is like a wanderer returning home from a journey, tightly embracing the false lampman's heart that seems to have been missing for a long time. In the blink of an eye, it has completely penetrated into it, sinking to the deepest part of the heart, and then quickly Dissipated without a trace, seemingly completely integrated with this heart.
With a click, the ebony box closed, and the dark shadow reoccupied the space inside the box, while the slightly pulsating heart in the darkness suddenly trembled wildly, and some moth-like power began to slowly transform the fake heart.
On the road where the carriage was traveling, Leonardo always enthusiastically found some topics to chat with Watson, sometimes discussing physical exercise techniques, sometimes moving to the care and maintenance of firearms, or the projectile angle and direction of cannonballs. , but in the end he talked about his experience in training the army in a roundabout way... He seemed to want to further test Watson's military talent and evaluate its value in detail.
Watson naturally spoke without showing any signs of weakness. When he talked about military weapons and other topics, his remaining right eye seemed to be glowing, as if a thousand-mile horse that had lived in a thatched house for a long time finally set foot on the endless grassland again, neighing to its heart's content. Galloping.
However, Leonardo still noticed that the other party obviously did not fully believe in him, and always talked about certain key points in an extremely simple way.
But this is normal. If John Watson can open his heart to a guy he just met casually, he will have to doubt whether his previous judgment on him was wrong...a guy who casually opens his heart to a stranger. People are simply embarrassed to use.
In the midst of their conversation, the carriage soon arrived at the entrance of Cross Road Hospital.
On this Sunday night, the door of Cross Road Hospital also ushered in rare silence. Only the bright light in front of the door always stayed at its post to welcome the fierce cold wind blowing in the face.
After the two got off the car, they walked directly to the dean's office, passed through the oil lamp aisle lined with guards, and knocked on the thick wooden door. After the absolutely silent door, the voice of someone asking to come in slowly came.
As soon as Watson entered the door, he saw Winfrey Morgan still sitting behind the simple desk as if he was rooted, flipping through the seemingly endless files.
He immediately changed his mentality, silently reciting the words of self-hypnosis in his heart, integrating the acting skills of the three schools of expression, experience, and method. With a plop, he would kneel on one knee in front of the table, lowered his head, raised the box in his hand, and used fanatical loyalty to He said in an excited tone: "Mr. Morgan, I have taken Melanie's heart according to your order!"
Only at this moment did Winfrey Morgan slowly raise his head, withdrawing his attention from the files on the desktop and focusing on the ebony box in front of him. His eyes once again shed a dazzling light, but regardless of No matter how hard he turned on the light in his skull, he still couldn't see through the scene inside the box... Is this the secret of the Great Order? A mere small box used to maintain the freshness of materials can actually withstand my... Peeping eyes, fortunately I have a cooperative relationship with them, not enemies.
He slowly left his office chair and came to the desk, enjoying John Watson's surrender with peace of mind. Then his index finger and middle finger came together like swords and gently touched John's left shoulder, right shoulder and head, just like in the ancient times. The lord crowned his brave and capable soldiers with knighthoods.
Winfreth also expressed his recognition of the loyalty of his subordinates in this way. After completing this useless process, he directly opened the ebony box, picked up the heart that was still beating hard, and placed it in front of him. , took a gentle lick.
The blood remaining on the surface of the heart is still fresh and hot, probably because of the special effect of the photo box. The blood is also mixed with a hot, salty and sweet taste, and you can even feel a faint taste when swallowed into the stomach. The heat rises from the intestines and stomach, and every inch of muscle and every bone in the path seems to be soaked in a hot spring with just the right heat. The exhausted cells once again receive the much-needed nutrients and begin to regain their active vitality. The mitochondria seem to be Shine slightly.
"Well, it is indeed the taste of a second-level psychic, with a hint of the glow of a lamp mixed in occasionally." Winfreth thought in his heart, and then his shining eyes suddenly shined brightly, and the trace of vitality he had just absorbed immediately The firewood turned into flesh and blood is added to the blazing lamp inside the skull, making the light of the lamp even more brilliant.
His eyes seemed to be able to clearly see the essence of everything in the world, and the things in his field of vision showed their true colors.
He seemed to be able to clearly see the structure and origin of this heart.