Chapter 331 The real hero
A brand new day has arrived. John Watson stretched out, took a shower, and after eating the sumptuous breakfast passed through the door and window, he had forgotten most of last night's strange dream.
Now he only vaguely remembers the three elements of the dark forest, the ancient tree man and the little snowman, and the specific details have been forgotten.
But John Watson doesn't see any problem with this at all - dreams are just subconscious reveries, and who can clearly remember the details of dreams?
Speaking of subconscious... John Watson always feels like he has forgotten something.
When he got up in the morning, he looked at the empty room and seemed to want to call someone's name, "Hua..."
But the name was obviously stuck in his throat, but he still couldn't say it smoothly and completely.
John Watson opened his mouth to speak, but he still couldn't tell his complete name. He looked at the empty room and suddenly felt a little melancholy and lonely... He just felt empty in his heart, as if there was a quiet place somewhere. Disappeared without a trace, as if that part of the heart had left home.
"Is it because I stayed in the lunatic asylum for so long that my thoughts are not normal?"
"Therefore, I sincerely ask you, Dr. George, to please discharge me from the hospital as soon as possible or transfer me to the mild regional ward one... I feel that I am completely back to normal."
George just responded perfunctorily: "Yeah, yeah, I will seriously consider this matter."
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"Did you see any strange people last night? Especially around the time when the gunshots were fired."
"It's true. Before I turned off the light and went to the toilet, I once saw two suspicious figures on the other side of the river embankment. But when I raised the oil lamp and tried to take a closer look, I could no longer see the two figures."
The gang member who was responsible for patrolling the perimeter of the warehouse narrowly escaped death because he had eaten badly the day before and spent most of that night squatting in the grass to go to the toilet. He had received an order from his boss to cooperate with the policeman. Detective's work.
"By the way, those two figures are probably wearing dark hoods and cloaks. Across the river, I can only vaguely see the corners of their clothes swinging in the wind."
"However, I can still roughly see the body shapes of the two people. One is tall and fat, and the other is thin and short."
Douglas smoothed out his British gentleman's mustache, which was already beginning to take shape, so that the wild and thick beard that had not been moisturized by beard oil could be more docile.
He thought in his mind: "The powerful firearms circulating in the black market, the cultists who master terrible magic, the target characteristics are tall fat people and short dwarfs."
"The clues are very obvious."
"The next primary goal is to investigate the source of the black market firearms... It just so happened that my informant submitted a piece of useful information some time ago. Maybe I should disguise my identity and go to the black market tonight. Maybe I can know about this batch of firearms. The identity of the person behind the scenes.”
Douglas did not continue to search the scene. The two murderers cleaned up the traces of the scene. He could not even figure out the motives of the two men - the goods in the warehouse were not stolen, and even the large one placed in a conspicuous place was not stolen. The piles of gold and silverware remained in place.
If Douglas hadn't been exposed to those terrible things before, he might have preconceived the idea that this was just a vicious fight between gangs.
"However, as long as I can solve the mystery of this case and find clues about the murderer behind the scenes, I will be able to successfully enter that SB Bureau... Although the name is not very nice, at least they have more information and energy. Much higher than Scotland Yard.”
"With the energy of this SB Bureau, maybe I can also find clues about my father..."
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Murray Hanks, a former orderly in the 5th Berkshire Fusiliers.
His most notable achievement in his service career was to lift the officer John Watson, who was accidentally shot, onto his horse, and brave a hail of bullets to send the officer back to the medical camp at the rear...even though the horse was seriously injured and fell to the ground halfway. However, Murray still insisted on carrying the officer on his back and ran all the way back to the rear.
Fortunately, the chief was only temporarily incapacitated, but he was still able to raise his gun and shoot. With Chief Watson on his back, Murray would not fall to the bullets of the Gaji cultists.
But even so, when Murray Hanks successfully carried Chief Watson back to the rear camp, he watched the nurse standing in the chrysalis transfer the bloody Chief Watson to the stretcher... His heart was always hanging I finally let it go, and the adrenaline filling my blood vessels began to fade away.
Trauma and weakness swept over him, and the exhausted Murray lost consciousness on the spot and passed out.
When he woke up, the doctor at the field hospital unfortunately told him, "Mr. Murray, unfortunately the bullet fragments embedded in the tibia of your right leg are too deep... Even though we have tried our best to treat you Picking out the broken metal, it still left incurable sequelae.”
"You will probably never be able to run as you please for the rest of your life."
For Murray Hanks, this news was like a bolt from the blue - he had been outstanding for his amazing foot strength since he was a child, and even the rich kids in the town couldn't catch up with him when he was sprinting on two-wheeled bicycles - The first time he spent the night with a girl in a wheat barn was because of his outstanding foot power.
But now, the foot strength advantage he was so proud of has gone...Murray Hanks feels like a useless person.
But the real heartache is yet to come.
Because his limbs were disabled and could no longer cope with the demands of the war, the British Military Ministry resolutely ended his service contract, leaving him with only a meager pension, which could barely provide him with a short period of comfortable life. The living conditions could not even support him to open a small shop in a small rural town to make a living.
The decadent Murray returned to the island aboard the Orontiz troop transport, back to the town where he was born and raised, and raised livestock to make a living like his father's generation - this is a rare job that can be completed without flexible legs and feet.
He endured the cold looks and ridicule of the townspeople. Everyone said that his brain was probably a show off, and he actually risked his life to join the army. In the end, he ended up semi-disabled, and the authorities only compensated so much. The meager amount of money... is such a big loss!
Days like this make Murray feel particularly uncomfortable. He obviously sacrificed half of his leg to protect the country, but why are the people he is sworn to protect not grateful at all, and even insult himself like this? !
Why? Why? !
Murray's mood became lower and lower, and he even felt that living in this world was a damn mistake!
Sometimes when he sees the livestock he has raised being put on the butcher's chopping board, he will have an incredible thought in his heart... Why not put himself on the butcher's chopping block and cut himself with the butcher's knife that is sharpened every day? throat, right?
The thought of committing suicide seems to have taken root in Murray's heart, and his thoughts of suicide have become increasingly serious... Perhaps in the near future, he will choose another way, put the muzzle of the gun into his mouth, and then calmly pull the trigger.
Until this day, Murray received a letter. There was no signature on the letter, but the meaning behind the words was that it came from a colleague in the army who wanted to summon these former comrades for a meal.
Without even thinking carefully, Murray went to the meeting directly according to the address and time on the letter.
However, what really surprised him was that the host of this gathering of old comrades-in-arms was actually the respected Chief John Watson! ! !
It was a deserted little restaurant, and the chefs had left after finishing cooking, giving the guests plenty of space.
After drinking for three rounds, Chief Watson suddenly stood up in the chairman's position. He knocked on the wine glass to signal everyone to look over, and then said in a deep voice:
"To be honest, I feel very sad today to see that my comrades who once fought alongside me have fallen into such a state of desolation today!"
"At the same time, I also feel very guilty!"
Chief Watson hammered his chest hard, and the bang-bang sound was like an ancient war drum sounding directly in everyone's hearts.
"You were once my subordinates, and you all fought bloody battles for this country."
"You abandoned your family, your loved one, and even your own life and safety, and traveled overseas to a strange land to fight against the brutal cultist soldiers... just to defend the dignity of Great Britain and the prestige of Great Britain that never sets. !”
“But what’s the result of our desperate efforts?!”
Chief Watson hammered the table angrily, with such force that the dishes and wine glasses on the long table jumped in fright.
But everyone was at a loss, as if they didn't notice that the liquid in the overturned wine glass had leaked onto themselves. They just stared silently at Chief Watson who was giving an impassioned speech - just like they did in the army in the past. .
"Look at what you look like now!
Chief Watson raised his hand and pointed at a retired soldier with half of his face covered with hideous burn scars, and said sadly:
"Koseodulin, do you all remember? When he first joined my army, he was the most handsome boy in our regiment... In order to prevent you beasts from using him to vent your sexual desires at night, I even made a special statement. A ban was issued - no one is allowed to approach Koseodurin's bed during bedtime, and no one is allowed to enter within one meter of Koseodurin during bathing time. Anyone who violates the order will be whipped by me personally. "
Hearing Chief Watson tell interesting stories from the past, all the retired soldiers laughed out loud. Even the protagonist of the story, Cosseo Dulin, couldn't help but smile slightly, as if he was also looking forward to those passionate days. .
"But Corsay has not betrayed my trust. Although he is only a field doctor, his contribution must not be forgotten by everyone... Wim Lardner, Eureko Wallace, Thor Payne, You probably haven’t forgotten that your lives were saved by Ke Sai.”
The three retired soldiers whose names were called also nodded in agreement and raised their glasses to express their high respect and heartfelt gratitude to their savior.
Coseodus also raised his glass humbly in return, saying that the three of them are good brothers and there is no need to be so polite. Didn't you save my life on the battlefield? Thor... I still remember when I was knocked to the ground by that damn Gaji cultist. It was you who shot and killed the Gaji cultist who came at me with a knife.
This familiar past event caused the eyes of the four of them to become slightly moist and red. They raised their glasses high and clinked them together, drinking in the comradeship.
Seeing that the atmosphere was so heightened, everyone raised their glasses together and drank together. The hot whiskey liquid slipped through their throats and flowed into their stomachs. The slightly rising hot temperature seemed to ignite everyone's blood that had been cold for a long time...their blood was boiling again. When it gets hot, it feels like I have returned to the battlefield of Afghanistan and those passionate and bloody years.
Chief Watson drank the wine in one gulp and pointed at another retired soldier with a haggard and malnourished face.
"Eurico Wallace is a warrior in our regiment. Whenever the attack bugle sounds, he is always at the front of the queue. Even when meals are served in the cafeteria, he is also at the front of the queue. He even takes care of the local people during breaks. He was always the first in the brothel... I remember Yuriko’s record of fighting five people at night. By the time I retired, no one in the team could break it, right?”
"Come on, let's toast him. To this warrior who has endured too many bullets because he rushed too far forward. To this warrior who can no longer even bend his knees!"
"Hahaha Yuriko, you hungry wolf, have you finally paid the price now? I have warned you to be more restrained, don't overdraw your kidney energy in advance..."
"Damn you Thor! You are an old drunkard who is addicted to alcohol. Now your whole body hurts so much when you drink. Why did you drink so much tonight? Aren't you afraid that you will go back and lie in bed at night and the pain will be like death?"
"Oh, why are you two guys so familiar with each other? Are you already familiar with each other to the point of dying in bed... Then I can only toast you two and wish you two good sex!!!"
"Fuck you Wim!!!"
Due to the influence of alcohol, the three people who were once in the same team reminisced about their comradeship, laughing and scolding each other.
Chief Watson continued, pointing to "There is also Murray, my orderly officer. He is such a great young man. Even I can't break the long-distance running record... But he is such a speedster, and now he can run for half a football field." I can’t even finish the race!”
"Jeffrey..."
"Huisen..."
"Johnson..."
Chief Watson called the names of every retired soldier present one by one, and without exception, he was able to explain each person's past and present... A tragic atmosphere of a soldier dying for his confidant began to gradually spread in the restaurant, and everyone's eyes were filled with excitement. They all started to turn slightly red, which was due to the influence of alcohol, emotion and sadness.
"You have all made sacrifices for this country, and you have dedicated yourself to this country!"
"But how does Great Britain treat us?"
"This country has failed us. Politicians have stolen our pensions, the military has robbed us of our honor, and even civilians look down on us... and regard us as brainless guys."
"But, but!"
Chief Watson's powerful words paused, and he slowly scanned everyone present with his sharp eyes.
Murray was very lucky to meet Chief Watson's eyes. He even saw Chief Watson nodding slightly towards him, with a hint of warm encouragement in his majestic eyes!
Chief Watson nodded slightly and continued:
"But you, my friends... you are the real heroes!"
"Great Britain should not be in the decayed state it is now, and this glorious and great country should not be in decline!"
"If politicians and nobles do not have the ability to restore the glory of the empire on which the sun never sets!"
"So...why don't we take it upon ourselves to transform this country?"
"We who sacrificed selflessly are not wrong, and neither are the ignorant people...it is the superstructure of this country that is wrong!!!"
"I sincerely invite you to join my revolutionary team. Please believe me... I will definitely lead you to rebuild the glory that the sun never sets and rebuild the honor we deserve!!!"