Chapter 310 Sending off and welcoming
Woolsthorpe Lunatic Asylum is located near a small village in the countryside of Grantham, Lincolnshire, Great Britain.
The reputation of this mental hospital is not outstanding, and the name of the lunatic asylum/lunatic asylum/mental hospital is not even written directly on the front door.
Therefore, in the eyes of the surrounding villagers of Woolsthorpe Village, this white manor with simple yet luxurious decoration should be a villa specially purchased by a certain London nobleman to hold grand events. Every once in a while, you can see something like this. People with different faces come and go, but the maid/gardener in white at work is always the same group of people.
However, in the secret truth hidden under the surface of history that most mortals in the world are not qualified to know, this magnificent spiritual healing building was originally built for a great man who was extremely intelligent and suffered from mental pain. Built for Jazz.
The original client or research subject of Woolsthorpe Lunatic Asylum was just that one person.
Hundreds of authorities in related fields gathered together, not only to study how to alleviate the mental pain that Jazz suffered in his later years, but also to study how to suppress the increasing terrifying divinity in the opponent's body!
However, due to some undisclosed reasons that are absolutely impossible to record in public historical data, this lunatic asylum/research institution was still able to survive after its initial fiasco, specializing in serving certain specific dangerous groups, and also Specialized in studying this specific risk group.
Isaac Clark, the director of Woolsthorpe Lunatic Asylum, always firmly believed that there must be a close and inseparable connection between the spiritual and the material. This connection is not just as simple as the movement of the spiritual world producing electromagnetic signals in the brain nervous system. The electromagnetic signals drive the movement of organisms and affect the movement of the material world. It is also definitely not the subjective initiative proposed by the dialectical materialist philosopher.
He has always firmly believed that there is a more obscure and direct connection between the human spirit and the material world - the spirit should not only affect the movement of matter by driving the organism, but should be able to directly interfere with the movement of matter! Modify the properties of matter! Just like those hidden gods who cannot be named directly! ! !
Isaac was both lucky and unlucky. He was born into a noble family with a silver spoon in his mouth. Even though the wealth and power accumulated by the Clark family for hundreds of years have been dispersed through motherhood and sex, as the eldest grandson, He still inherited the family's truly rare wealth - the forbidden knowledge sealed in the tower.
At that time, he had given birth to a descendant of mortal blood, and he was able to inherit the knowledge and experience of his father without reservation, and the ruthless light in the depths of his light green pupils became increasingly powerful.
In the dead of night, he could blow out the oil lamp on the table, close the thick curtains tightly, and let the light in his pupils overflow.
Pure white light shines on the ancient books, and those twisted words can be imprinted in his skull with extremely high efficiency.
It was not until Isaac took up the post of director of Woolsthorpe Lunatic Asylum last year that he learned about the existence of the third mark from the dusty books in the asylum.
When he flipped through the relevant experimental data and records, the light in his pupils overflowed with joy and hunger... Sure enough, just as I had originally guessed, high-level heathen cultists can distort and transform the body at will. Si Chen, no, specifically it should be the power given by the Immortal under Si Chen's named person.
He repeatedly compared the experimental data accumulated in the hospital for hundreds of years... Even though the records of the original one have been sealed in the depths of the Royal Library of Great Britain, even the information of high-ranking people involved in the secrets of history has been transferred to that building. The island and the Anti-Suppression Bureau, but the records left in the lunatic asylum already made Isaac feel like a treasure.
He can almost completely confirm that the third mark is the most critical and important reward for a mortal to transform into a knower!
According to the life records of an unnamed physicist who lived briefly in Woolsthorpe Lunatic Asylum more than forty years ago, that one already knew how to resist the Serpent's Gate through the Hunter's Gate. Path, if the intensity of the intracranial glow were converted into the sanity value calculation that is popular today, it is probably already as high as double digits!
However, even such a scholar with a close sense of reason was inevitably affected by heterogeneous and restless desires. According to records at the time, the physicist would often sit alone in the corner of the campus garden, murmuring orders. The nursing staff who came and went were all drowsy with obscure words, but according to the records of a retired nursing staff, it was mentioned:
[I once saw Mr. Bryan’s eyes shining brightly like a torch on a dark cloudy afternoon, and my colleague Tommy, who accidentally stepped into the area illuminated by the light in Mr. Bryan’s eyes, even though he was already in my After receiving the warning, he immediately walked out of the unusually bright area...but he still showed symptoms of fatigue and drowsiness on the spot. He yawned repeatedly and told me that he had to go to the lounge for a while. 】
[However, when I went to the lounge to look for Tommy two hours later, I found that he had already woken up and was wandering aimlessly in the lounge. But when I patted his shoulder, he caught my eye. What he saw was a haggard face with dull eyes, and his expression was numb, as if he was demented. 】
[But Tommy soon woke up. In the usual card game in the dormitory at night, he was killing everyone like a card master. Our cards seemed to be seen through his eyes. No matter how he invited us that night, I don’t want to gamble anymore with this guy who suddenly became a master of thousands of arts]
[Tommy was even more excited that night. He turned on the oil lamp and read through the books in the dormitory. In the past, he had only bought heavy books on hypnosis. When I got up to urinate in the middle of the night, it seemed that he was muttering something. I understand, I understand. It turns out that this is the world in the eyes of smart people! 】
[We woke up in the morning and found Tommy's body. He only weighed a hundred pounds when he was buried in the coffin... You must know that Tommy was a strong man of six feet and three inches tall! When we take a break on weekdays and go to the prostitutes, he is a tough guy who can order three young girls at the same time! When he died, he was as thin as a homeless man dying of starvation in the slums. 】
Isaac felt extremely excited every time he recalled this passage.
There is no need to hold a ceremony to worship Si Chen's power, nor to use any magical equipment. Just relying on the light in the eyes for a moment can directly awaken the glow in the skull of a mortal, and even make the opponent unable to help but burn flesh and blood. Vitality fuels the light inside your skull!
Instead of simply influencing the opponent's mind through mental influence, it directly affects the opponent's body... The spirit of the secret messenger can already directly interfere with the material world!
Such power is something that is impossible for me who also knows the Shining Light Prayer.
"The third mark that can only be awakened by those who have passed through the Hunter's Gate must hide the true secret power. Only the secret influence exerted through the third mark can truly interfere with the material world!"
Isaac's eyes hidden behind thick lenses seemed to overflow with a solid glow because of his fervent desire for knowledge, but after all, this ray of light in his pupils was just a thin and illusory light, just a low-intensity substitute for an oil lamp. Light, even with the help of a magnifying glass, is difficult to ignite dry paper and dead grass...at most it can confuse the minds of mortals.
Those who are illuminated by the light in his pupils will lose their minds and become idiots, but their solid bodies will not be directly affected by the light in their pupils. Even if he sneaks into the consciousness of a mortal and kills them thousands of times, the opponent's body will still be destroyed. There will be no scars like those suffered during the dream journey.
"It's a pity, it's a pity... It's a pity that although there are thirty-one patients living in the hospital now, and all of them have knowledge and power above the second level, none of them have awakened to have the third mark." Isaac regretted. He shook his head and said, "But if a new patient who has awakened the third mark is really sent, our current security force, which has been greatly reduced, will not be able to resist such a potentially dangerous person."
"Just like the physicist more than forty years ago, with just a glance, a retired soldier who had been trained on the battlefield fell directly into the hunger for lamps, and he mastered how to do it without any teacher. Consume flesh and blood to add light to reason... With the current security capabilities of hospitals and nursing homes, I am afraid that within a week, everyone will lose their minds. "
Dong-dong-dong—a sudden knock on the door interrupted Isaac's thinking.
However, the female secretary still did not dare to walk directly into the dean's room. She only knocked on the door three times, stood outside the door and asked softly: "Dean Isaac, a new patient has arrived. This time it is by Miss Holmes personally escorted me here, do you think you would like to show up to greet me personally?"
"Miss Holmes here again?"
Isaac's brows frowned slightly. If it were an ordinary patient checking in, he would certainly not be so groveling.
But if this patient was brought to his door by a young lady from the Holmes family, then he should go out to greet him - he was also in the Anti-Suppression Bureau system, and he knew very well that this young lady was keen on detective games. Another major event has been completed recently. Her prestige in the Anti-Suppression Bureau system is increasing day by day. All branches are discussing the future achievements of this female detective, whether she will be promoted to the director of a certain department like her cousin, or whether she will be promoted to the director of a certain department like her cousin. What about another person who directly opened a new department?
But despite this, Isaac still didn't want to show an overly flattering and powerful image in front of his subordinates. He just coughed and said: "Ahem, I understand. I will check it out later if I have time."
"Okay, my subordinate, I won't disturb you for now. You can be busy first."
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Watson, who was tightly bound in multiple leather belts, was moving crazily. At this moment, he had an anti-tongue biting device on his face, so that his mouth was completely exposed, and turbid saliva overflowed and dripped from the corners of his mouth. The sheets were wet.
"Gu Gu Gu Gu, you damn Gaji believers who married a shemale, gave birth to a son with no eyesight, and gave birth to a daughter Chang Kun Kun, don't even think about confusing my mind!"
"This bumpy carriage, the scene outside the window, and this beautiful woman pretending to be compassionate and compassionate... I know these are all just my imagination!"
"Hahaha, you guys are lying to me, but you can't fool me. You are all fucking fake!!!"
Charlotte Holmes looked at Watson roaring ferociously on the steel bed frame, and she no longer felt strange at all.
On the way to Lincolnshire, she was tired of hearing Watson's anger and curses. She even had the time to think about how Watson managed to do this without even swearing. The same thing?
Although these are just insults, Watson is able to spew out all kinds of beautiful metaphors whimsically, first attacking the facial features of the Gaji believers, then cursing the ancestors of the Gaji believers, and then extending to the Gaji believers. It can be said that all the scolding things in the three stages of the present, past and future have humiliated his future descendants.
Sometimes when I hear particularly interesting and funny vulgar words, even this female detective who has always been pampered can't help but want to hide her mouth and laugh... It turns out that Watson's sanity value of up to 1.2 points contains the knowledge of these street things. Swearing quotes?
At the same time, Charlotte also aroused a strong curiosity in her heart... What kind of cruel training and experience did Watson go through during the Fulstein War before he could transform from such a vulgar and dirty businessman to the gentle and elegant person he later became? And what about the witty and intelligent gentleman?
You must know that compared with the Watson the female detective met before, the Watson in front of her who barks like a mad dog has more than just a change in personality!
Not only the taste of food, the choice of words, the habits of walking, sitting and lying, but even some of the first instincts after being stimulated are completely different... It is as if another soul has been inserted into the body!
While the female detective browsed the secret knowledge gained from the newly unlocked permissions in her palm, her mind also began to rarely wander into the world - finally solving Winfreth's major problem, she was able to take a short break temporarily, and finally Concentrate more energy to acquire knowledge and enrich herself - during the Crossroads Hospital annihilation operation, she also discovered many mistakes and shortcomings when she served as the operation commander.
‘I still need to continue to learn, I still need to continue to enrich myself, and I need to relearn many military aspects such as tactical arrangements and combat deployments. ’
'After all, I have lost Watson. I can no longer rely on Watson's keen sense of the overall situation and battlefield smell that he has honed on the battlefield... But even if Watson is bound to stay away from the dangerous hidden world in the future, I must continue to be alone. Keep fighting. ’
'I must inherit the responsibility of Watson's lost memory. I must work hard to maintain the order of the world on Watson's behalf. I must allow the future Watson to live in a safe world that is not harmed by alien gods and cultists, just like A beautiful and peaceful fairyland like Alfheim. ’
The female detective thought so, the bumpy carriage had stopped, and Dean Isaac, whom he had not seen for a long time, was waiting at the door to greet him.
This is not Charlotte's first visit to Woolsthorpe Asylum.
The name of this sanatorium, which is specially established for those who unfortunately encounter forbidden knowledge that corrodes their psychology, is not wrong. The patients who live in this white manor are without exception pathetic lunatics who are at risk of losing control!
But the evil desires induced by forbidden knowledge are not a lifelong curse, but a mental illness that can be cured. Through drugs and physical therapy, the sad lunatics also have the opportunity to regain their sanity and live in the sun like normal people without having to The secret knowledge in your head will destroy your own mind and distort your body.
This is not an imaginary belief, but a fact that can be proven by cases - Woolthorpe Lunatic Asylum has sent hundreds of cultists to the Anti-Suppression Bureau over the years, and they have all joined the Anti-Suppression Bureau without exception. Within the Suppression Bureau's establishment, he contributed his meager strength to fight against the hidden evil god.
"Then Mr. Isaac, I will leave Watson to you. I have listed the relevant medical conditions in the docking document. Please take care of me."
"Hahaha, Miss Holmes, you are joking. Curing mental illness is our duty and it is the work we should complete. Please don't worry."
Charlotte Holmes watched the struggling Watson disappear into the hospital, but she still did not leave. She was still standing at the door of the asylum.
She came to Woolsthorpe Lunatic Asylum today not only to send a friend in for treatment, but also to pick up another friend who had recovered.
Not long after, a beautiful girl ran out of the White Hospital and jumped into the arms of the female detective.
That healthy and round little face rubbed from side to side in her arms, then raised her head happily and said, "Hee hee. Sister Charlotte, why are you free to pick me up in person today!"
Charlotte just stroked the girl's head lovingly and said softly:
"Our little Rose has been discharged from the hospital. Of course I have to pick you up in person."