Chapter 318 Watson and Watson

Chapter 318 Watson and Watson

John Watson clattered away with the thick pile of information and documents in his arms.

Accompanied by handcuffs and shackles and three armed caregivers.

Although this John only only has the first-level Blade Aspect and the second-level Heart Aspect, he doesn't know why he is so frighteningly strong. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't know any force-generating techniques, he would be completely unable to exert the true strength of his strong body. A strong man simply couldn't control him.

His physical strength far exceeds that of an average blademan, and his lean muscles are so hard when stretched and stretched that they can't even insert a sedative needle!

If not for the commotion of the past few days, John Watson had initially recognized the reality and calmed down, and the auxiliary treatment designed by the dean had indeed achieved remarkable results.

George absolutely did not dare to be alone in a room with such a dangerous lunatic - in order to gain the patient's trust, he had to be alone with the patient.

John Watson's power far exceeding that of a first-order blade man obviously does not conform to the common sense of the hidden world, but George can give a reasonable explanation - the answer is hidden in the copy of John Watson's resume in his hand.

No, it shouldn't be said to be hidden, it should be said to be explicit - any scholar who knows the basic knowledge of the hidden world can immediately understand why this man can obtain the extraordinary code of conduct when he sees John Watson's service experience. Blessed by force - this person is highly consistent with the principles of the blade!

John Watson's performance on the battlefield was too dazzling. Just through the shocking battles in the text, George could already profile John Watson's battlefield personality.

Cunning, cold and stoic!

He was once lame and then blind, and now he is even more injured by peeling skin. If such an excellent blader did not become a disciple of the colonel, even George would feel sorry.

Therefore, the reason why John Watson has an unusually strong body is easily solved. The cause is the blade, and the result is also the blade. The highly compatible phase will naturally be able to obtain far beyond ordinary principle power feedback.

However, George still had a strong doubt in his heart - why did a war hero like John Watson look so indecisive after losing his memory and returning to the stage when he first enlisted in the army? !

Is human potential really so powerful? Is the potential sexual aspect really so powerful? Can even a coward transform into a true hero if given the right time and place? ! ! !

Until the sound of the thumb-thick iron chain dragging on the floor gradually faded away, George never got the answer to this question.

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John Watson walks down the corridor of the hospital holding thick documents about his disappeared past.

In fact, it is not free time now. Most of the patients are still in their dormitories/prisons. When he drags his shackles, which are not particularly heavy, through the dormitory area, the clanking sound of the chains wakes him up. Patients taking a lunch break.

The patient dormitory area of ​​the lunatic asylum is divided into three areas, mainly based on the patient's dangerousness, offensiveness and researchability.

Area 1 is a mildly out-of-control area and is a three-story hotel-style building.

Through the small fence on the door panel, you can see that the environment inside the ward is quite comfortable. The wire mesh windows reflect the cold light in winter. The room is fully equipped with furniture, such as sofa beds, bookshelves and small tables. Different styles can even be affixed according to the patient's requirements. Wallpaper, if you didn't say it, no one would guess that this is the residence of a supernatural mental patient.

Patients in this area have the most free time for daily activities, and they can even apply for additional activity time and outing opportunities based on good performance.

The temperaments of these patients have returned to normal people. Even if they are awakened by the noisy sound of iron chains dragging the floor in their sleep, they only frown slightly and forcibly suppress the restless desires in their hearts, using pillows. Cover your ears and continue to rest - due to the effects of psychotropic drugs, patients generally suffer from sequelae such as drowsiness and drowsiness, but compared with the consequences of indulgent sexual desires, the cost is absolutely negligible. .

Area 2 is a moderately out-of-control area, a cold and pure white building.

The door panels are all forged from thick and hard metal. In order to prevent patients from self-injury, the walls are covered with cushioning materials in an innovative way.

Most of the patients in this area are burdened with restraint instruments or need to be wrapped in tough restraints from beginning to end. They have very little activity time and must be supervised by nurses.

These patients are extremely aggressive. Most of them sleep in cages with restraints. When they hear the noise that disturbs their afternoon nap, they immediately twist their bodies desperately and roar in an irritable and restless manner.

And John Watson lives in this area - originally based on the aggressiveness he showed after being admitted to the hospital, he should have been assigned to Area 3, which is as tight as a prison.

But Dean Isaac considered that John Watson was sent by Miss Holmes personally, and that the secret transmission level was indeed lower, so he simply placed him in Area 2.

John Watson listened to the roaring sounds coming from inside the ward when he passed by, but he was used to it - sometimes he admired his ability to adapt, although he was trembling with fear when he first came, thinking that those Gaji cultists were Torturing people in other rooms.

But every time a nurse entered his room, even if his calves were trembling with fear, he still stood up and resisted - even if he died, I would drag you to be buried with him!

Thinking about it now, he felt quite ashamed. It was obvious that the nurses and doctors were all for his own good and just wanted to give him injections and dressing changes, but he got into a fight.

Thinking of this, John Watson apologized to the three caregivers responsible for monitoring him: "I was really sorry before. I was not very clear-headed at that time and caused trouble to the three of them... I am very sorry."

The three muscular caregivers looked at each other after hearing this, but they all tacitly refrained from replying. They just nodded slightly and continued to escort the patient to the corresponding dormitory. These lunatics are always like this, sometimes gentle and humble, Sometimes they are furious, and they no longer believe any words of these lunatics.

"Hey man! You're back so soon! What's up, did that pervert George sneak up on your ass?!"

The enthusiastic neighbor asked with his head pressed against the small fence window that was only as wide as a palm.

John Watson glanced at this person and did not reply, but slowly shook his head.

"Hahaha, I knew this pervert wouldn't dare commit another crime! You must thank me. If I hadn't used all the power I had accumulated for a long time to open his eyes last time, he would be like a woman now. It's like squatting down to pee...otherwise it will splash on your butt again!"

The power of enlightenment, the eyes of a horse, splashing buttocks... John Watson did not understand the logic in this sentence, but he had no intention of understanding it. His top priority now was to recall the lost memories through the data in his hand.

In the words of Dr. George, it is to resonate through association and revive the cells in the brain... Well, that's probably the truth.

After returning to his own ward No. 103, John Watson was allowed to remove his handcuffs and shackles.

One caregiver stood in front of him and took out the key to unlock the handcuffs, while the other two caregivers stood behind him and waited.

Although this John Watson seems to have regained a little sanity now, he is still a moderately out-of-control patient and must not be taken lightly - the dull and painful bruises that have not fully healed remind them.

John Watson understands the defense of the three caregivers very well. After all, his previous actions were indeed quite extreme. Even now, when he thinks about it, he still can't understand what he was thinking at that time. He just feels confused in his head.

Holding the document in his hand, he seemed to have regained the enthusiasm he had when he signed the service contract - a better tomorrow and future were waiting for him, and this time he didn't even need to fight bloody battles, he just needed to browse through this thick book. Just a big pile of text!

"Do you really believe that bullshit George?"

"Do you really think you can restore your memory by looking at the information?"

"And the most important thing..."

"Hey, have you forgotten that you are almost illiterate?"

A familiar sneer sounded in John Watson's ears as he was taking off his handcuffs.

He followed the sound and saw the other person squatting on the bed in an extremely weird posture. The other person's feet were completely on the bed, buttocks were close to the ankles, and the knees were spread apart, but the bottom of the buttocks was completely suspended... Such a weird squatting It was a posture he had only seen on those Asians.

"Oh, you are talking about this posture...don't you think that squatting like this will make people feel very careless? It feels like this person is very lazy."

John Watson did not answer his other self's question. He just maintained a faint smile on his face. After waiting for the three caregivers to leave, he came to the bedside with a clatter. He was thinking about lying down directly on the bed and starting to read the literature in his hand—— Anyway, this other self is just an illusory shadow, and he won't kick the other person just lying on the bed.

However, he still moved his legs by mistake and chose to sit against the wall, leaving half of the bed free for his other self to continue to hover and squat on the quilt.

John Watson flipped through the documents that were as obscure as a heavenly book, and at the same time murmured in a voice as light as a mosquito:

"You said Dr. George and Dean Isaac were lying to me, but what about you?"

"You didn't even want to tell me your name and origin...you just kept whispering in my ear, ordering me to kill the entire hospital immediately."

"But Dr. George and Dean Isaac are sincerely helping me, treating my injuries for free, and helping me sort out the current situation."

"You tell me, one side orders me to do evil, and the other side helps me and advises me. Which side should I believe?"

The other self just smiled meaningfully and said, "I think the answer is already clear. If you really believe those quacks, why didn't you tell them just now? Not only will you often hear whispers in your head, but you will even see other people. A self that smiles evilly all day long appears."

"Haha, I'm just sick, not stupid. My first priority now is to cure my amnesia and get my reward... I heard that the beautiful lady who sent me to the hospital was the famous Sherlock Holmes from London. family!"

"And she seems to value me very much, so after I recover from the illness, I will definitely be able to get a good job in the city through her connections! By then I will also be able to live a good life of eating meat and drinking wine. !”

John Watson rubbed his dazzled eyes, feeling that the densely packed letters on the paper were like wriggling insects, flying around and around in front of his eyes, but even so, he still understood one of them. A small part of the content, such as the fact that he once stood alone and repelled many attacks... It seems that he is really an incredible war hero.

"Speaking of which, I originally thought you were the memory of those two years I lost... But now it seems that you, who smiles all day long, how could you be the war hero described in the document?"

"So who the hell are you?!"

John Watson closed the page, turned his head and stared at his other self, who was looking up at a forty-five degree angle and whistling.

"Hee hee, you can call me Watson. The pronunciation of your last name is very close, but there is still a slight difference. The key is the pronunciation of the first part."

"As for who I am... Hehe, you can understand me as a wish-fulfillment trader. As long as you are willing to pay such a small price, I can realize any of your wishes." Another person who calls himself Watson Twist your thumb and index finger together, the distance between the two fingers is infinitely close to zero.

John Watson seemed a little unable to help laughing, "Any wish?"

"If you are really that powerful, then why don't you guess what I want most right now?"

Watson just smiled and said: "You want too much. Not only do you want to be successful, you also want to be admired and feared, and you also want to enjoy all the good things. You even want to be Charlotte Holmes." !”

John Watson's smile suddenly froze. It was obvious that his inner thoughts were clearly guessed. He couldn't help but lowered his head in shame, wondering in his heart, could his little thoughts be seen through so easily?

"Yes, it's very, very easy. It's about as difficult as seeing through the eyes of a three-year-old child eager for a toy."

"Scared, you can't blame me. Miss Holmes is smart, beautiful, and of noble birth. Any man would fall in love with her, right?! Moreover, Miss Holmes cares about me so much and even sent me here for treatment. In her heart You must have a certain fondness for my existence!”

"You are wrong... You have obviously fallen into the three major illusions in life: he/she also likes me, I must be extraordinary, and I still have a chance."

"But human nature is to fear and admire strength. The secret love of a lowly person is as useless as shit to a high-ranking person. Even if Miss Holmes does have a slight affection for you, the object of her affection is only before her amnesia. you, not the cowardly and incompetent you you are now.

"You don't even have any value for Holmes to use. Her feelings for you are only sympathy and pity... Do you like the whining wild dogs picked up by the roadside?"

John Watson, who had rarely developed a secret love in so many years, heard these merciless words from Watson, and immediately sighed dejectedly, "Am I really that bad? Do I really have no hope at all? ?”

Watson hugged the sad dog's shoulders affectionately, "Man, it's not all hopeless... I have a clever plan here that may help you gain the trust of Holmes."

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Sebastian slowly brought his father's eyes into his mind, and his body trembled slightly as a strange vibration reached his skull.

But in an instant, his eyes regained their clarity, and even revealed an indescribable indifference.

He looked at the immature ketone body lying in front of him, first moved the unfamiliar body, and then murmured softly:

"Long time no see, little Anna."