Chapter 316 Watson and Watson

John Watson looked at himself in the mirror with a face full of scars, and his left eye had become blind at some point.

Even when he endured the pain and opened his closed eyelids, he could only see empty eye sockets. The eyeballs inside had long disappeared, and not even a trace of residual flesh and blood was left. It seemed that they had been touched by someone who had experienced The rich executioner used a small scimitar to gouge out his left eye.

But the direct damage that actually caused the blindness of his left eye should be the three deep scars diagonally downward from his eyebrows.

These three wounds looked quite wide, and they did not look like injuries caused by blades or swords at all - although John was not a detective or a killer, he had suffered countless sharp blade injuries as a child, both at the Salesian Hospital and There were stab wounds caused by threats from the old bad guy, and stab wounds caused by the street gangsters behind him.

Although he has not had the opportunity to personally experience the pain of large sharp objects, after living on the streets for a period of time, he can often see the corpses of victims randomly discarded by gangs-these victims who no one cares about. For those of them who live on the streets, For the homeless, it’s like a treasure chest falling from the sky!

Even if valuable rare items such as necklaces, rings, pocket watches, etc. have already been taken away by the executioner, even so, the remaining blood-stained clothes are also excellent treasures to find - they only need to be cleaned and air-dried before they can be recovered directly. Sell ​​it to a vintage store in exchange for money, unlike stealing where you have to worry about the consequences of being discovered by the head of the household. This is money delivered to your door for free!

Therefore, every victim dumped in a filthy alley late at night is a precious material that young John cannot let go. He must carefully search it out inside and outside until it is clean, even if it is a pair of stinking corpses. Socks, even underwear stained with unknown stains, are at least seamless and complete, which is a rare good thing for him who is poor... I can finally replace my pair of socks with several holes! In this way, you no longer have to worry about the soles of your feet getting sores and rot due to cold in winter!

Therefore, John has accumulated profound experience in judging injuries during the rare and lucky experiences of touching corpses. Even when he looked at the shocking scars during the process of touching corpses, he couldn't help but imagine what kind of weapon caused such injuries. Injuries...these dense scratches look like they were caused by a knife or a paper cutter. The purpose is probably to torture this person's mind, force him to reveal some important information, or is it simply torture?

Due to the experience accumulated in his miserable life, John Watson carefully observed the three scars on his left eye when he dug them out, and thought in his heart:

"These scars don't look like scars scratched by sharp blades. Instead, they are about the same width as my fingers... so this is someone wearing an iron claw or an iron fingertip or something like a weapon that slapped me on my face." Did you gouge out all my eyeballs on your face?"

"We are almost entering the 20th century, how come there are still people using such backward weapons... Even those crazy Gaji believers are not stupid enough to give up their firearms and use such strange weapons to fight against us, right?!"

John Watson's memory still lingers on when he first entered Fuerstein. At that time, he had just finished the rudimentary training and brainwashing education in the army. It was the time when he was full of passion and had nowhere to vent - he felt that he only needed to be more cautious. , even if they are unable to obtain excellent military exploits, they can at least successfully survive the three-year service period.

"At least I shouldn't be scared to pieces as soon as I step onto the battlefield, and die on the spot..."

"But if I really suffered these injuries on the Furstein battlefield, then why did I suddenly cross the ocean and return to London, and why can't I remember the whole process at all?"

"Is it true that, as those guys said, I have actually finished my service and returned to Great Britain for a while, but suddenly I suffered from amnesia for some reason?!!"

Although John Watson was very skeptical of this statement, he had tried to resist countless times during this period. The result was that his body was covered in bruises and bruises, as well as the beatings he received with sticks when resisting the group of strong men in white. , there are also traces of the leather corset tightly outlined.

Without exception, these pains remind him that this is the real world, this is Great Britain. You have not been controlled by the evil magic of the Gaji believers. Those experiences of persecution are just hallucinations caused by the sequelae of your battlefield stress!

"Wake up, John Watson! You have returned to Great Britain and you are safe!"

"You successfully survived the Battle of Furstan!"

"You didn't even lose an arm or a leg. You just lost an eyeball. It doesn't have a big impact on your life."

"You can still choose to continue selling your strength to make a living. Besides, with such a fierce and tough face, coupled with the steel-like muscles you have developed during your service, you can definitely join Help get a good job!”

"Don't you always yearn for that kind of domineering life?

"Don't you always want to experience the pleasure of bullying the weak?"

"Don't you always want to enjoy the fearful and longing eyes of others?"

"Now, John Watson, you just need to cooperate with the treatment of these guys and cure the little problem in your head... You are just sick, not crazy. As long as you actively cooperate with the treatment, you will soon be able to live a better life." The long-awaited life of admiration.”

John Watson's head kept echoing with the persuasion of his cowardly nature, guiding him to accept reality, advising him to ignore abnormalities, inspiring him to give up the past and look to the future... Just like you have done countless times in the past, don't think about these questions that you can't figure out and will cause you trouble.

Just like you won't think about why your parents abandoned you at the door of the orphanage, just like you won't think about whether your closest little James stole the piggy bank you saved for a long time, just like you won't think about why the girl who has accepted your flowers climbed into someone else's bed in a blink of an eye...

John Watson listened to the persuasion in his mind, and he seemed to be able to resonate with this voice.

He looked at the completely different self in the wash mirror, just pretending to smile easily, as if he had let go of all this, and quietly picked up a pool of water and splashed it on his face, rubbing away the eye mucus and sleepiness.

It seemed that the voice in his mind also noticed his tranquility, and the weak heartbeat vibrating at a very low specific frequency temporarily stabilized. Dean Isaac, who was only separated by a wall, also showed a satisfied smile.

"But are you really willing to give up the truth? Are you really willing to give up resistance?"

"Are you really willing to continue to be mediocre?"

John Watson raised his head suddenly and saw another self in the mirror!

He had the same appearance as himself, but his eyes flashed with a ferocious and bloodthirsty evil light! ! !

One update, see if I can make it up tomorrow