Chapter 346 Worth a try
When the mechanical prosthetic pupil in the left eye frame was gouged out by the confused and crazy Smoker, the long sanity forged by the great light also collapsed silently.
The cruel beast that did not belong to John Watson temporarily broke free from the shackles of the glow.
John Watson could no longer remember clearly what happened next. His consciousness was as hazy as if he was trapped in a hazy dream.
Until the boom of dry thunder woke him up from his trance dream.
He looked at the pink and tender meat on the ground, which looked like minced meat. It seemed that as long as some spices were added and mixed evenly, it could be stuffed directly into the lamb belly to make a delicious haggis.
An incredible thought came to mind.
"Is this ball of minced meat Smog? How did he get torn into such a horrible shape like minced meat?!!"
"Did I do this?!"
John Watson looked at his hands in horror. However, to his surprise, the two palms that entered his right eye looked clean and tidy. Even the nails were quite clean, without any blood stains or stains at all. It's minced meat.
Even the sleeves were quite clean. Only the clothes on the chest were stained with sporadic blood, but he couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or Smoker's blood.
"It doesn't seem like I did it..."
John Watson suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he seemed to feel a little regret and melancholy in his heart, as if he felt that it was a pity that he could not avenge the knife with his own hands.
He came back to his senses a little at this moment. Even after feeling the loss of the prosthetic pupil in his left eye, his head seemed not as bright as before, and the speed of his thinking seemed to slow down a few beats. He needed to concentrate for a moment to think. Understand the current situation.
He looked at the Ward No. 2 area where faint black smoke had risen. He could still hear the faint sounds of fighting, and from time to time there were clear gunshots.
"It's not just Smoker who's going crazy, but are all the patients in other areas going crazy as well?"
"But can a group of defenseless mental patients lose control and cause so much damage to the hospital... Are the strong caregivers who have obviously retired from the army just a decoration?"
"And what about the loud explosion that woke me up just now? Did someone else use cannon to bomb the sanatorium?!"
"Who is so crazy that he actually uses powerful weapons to attack a nursing home for mental patients???"
These questions lingered in John Watson's mind, but he could never figure out the answer - he once again clearly understood the importance of the prosthetic eye given by Miss Holmes.
"It turns out that after losing that prosthetic eye, I will once again be like a mortal... my brain is as stupid as a lamp lacking fuel, and the flame of wisdom is so weak that it seems to be extinguished in the wind. Even the person who saw it a few days ago I don’t seem to remember the books very well.”
In order to regain his abundant rationality, John Watson had to pinch his nose to hold back the sweet smell of blood that came to his nose, and reached into the minced meat to look for the prosthetic eye.
Just when he was about to vomit, his fingertips finally touched a round, hard piece among the soft minced meat. He took it out and saw that it was the prosthetic eye given to him by Miss Holmes.
After using the ice water from the small lake to wash away the blood on the eyeballs, the cold balls were placed in the eye sockets again.
Along with a faint tingling sensation, John Watson's brain became active and agile again.
He walked to the slightly raised hillside, squinted his left eye and looked at the white buildings that were already on fire in many places in the distance. The pupils of the prosthetic eye shrank like needles, causing the scene hundreds of yards away to immediately magnify and appear in his field of vision.
A villa building nearest to him was already on fire, and three mental patients in blood-stained hospital uniforms were dancing around the huge torch, like primitive people from ancient times waving torches with prey stuck in them. Spears of heads, worshiping the life-giving fire with song and dance.
The three low, mosquito-like singing voices also strangely entered John Watson's mind following his vision. The singing voices were completely devoid of any melodious beauty, and seemed to be full of illogical tones like the ravings of some kind of idiot. Like the language that human civilization can be born from.
John Watson looked at the familiar faces at the top of the spears wielded by the three mental patients, and his face couldn't help but look a little ugly.
Especially when he discovered that as the three people chanted the weird babble-like tune, the crackling fire in the villa actually extended three twisted fire snakes. The fire snakes seemed to have a living consciousness, and they were actually inside. The body of flames twisted in the air and licked towards the three heads with horrifying faces at the top of the spear.
Even if John Watson has been wearing cold prosthetic eyes, he will inevitably feel a sense of nausea.
The activities being carried out by the three mentally ill patients in the distance were full of anti-social, illogical, barbaric, backward and horrific cruelty, which made him, a modern man who prides himself on being rational, feel an extremely strong sense of violation. He instinctively reacted to such anti-human things. I felt deeply repulsed by the horrific behavior, and even felt nauseous.
Although he had always felt that this mental sanatorium seemed to be hiding some kind of hidden secret - he did not expect that this group of patients, who used to look harmless and only giggle, turned out to be a group of people with mental cognition. A cultist with a big problem!
"It seems that the patients in the sanatorium are not all patients with mild mental illness like me. Most of the patients are terrible cultists, and they are cultists who really have some kind of supernatural forbidden power!"
But for some reason, John Watson felt that he naturally accepted the fact that these crazy mental patients did possess supernatural powers, rather than just blind magic.
Although he was not willing to accept this fact rationally, he did easily accept this shocking information that reshaped his world view, as if he had already seen similar supernatural forces.
John Watson thought in his mind: "Could it be that the Gaji cultists I fought against on the battlefield in Afghanistan also possessed similar supernatural abilities?"
"It's because I've witnessed similar incidents that I can now quickly accept this fact."
"Based on the information currently available, this inference is very likely to be correct... Since these three madmen who are performing some ancient weird rituals can master the evil power of controlling fire, then by analogy, Afghanistan's Gaji believers are also expected to have similar supernatural abilities."
"But these are not important. What is important is how can I survive this chaos now?"
"Or what benefits can I gain from this chaos?"
"Do you want to take advantage of the chaos and leave the sanatorium? Or directly participate in this chaos and help defeat these crazy cultists? Maybe this deed can win the trust of Miss Holmes and let her help me arrange a good job in London."
John Watson was lying on the hillside, scanning the surrounding situation with the help of his extremely sharp left prosthetic eye. He soon discovered the headless corpses of three caregivers near the burning villa and cabin. His chest was completely charred, as if he had been burned by something hot before he died.
But next to the carer's body, there were three Martini Henry MK-II rifles scattered.
At the same time, a piece of data also appeared in John Watson's mind.
[The Martini Henry MK-II rifle is 50 feet long and weighs about 9 pounds. It uses .450 black powder projectiles and can fire a 480-grain projectile at a muzzle velocity of 900 feet per second. It has an effective range of 600 yards. 】
John Watson's eyes gradually became firm and confident.
"Since I was able to defeat the Gaji cultists in Afghanistan, it means that these cultists are not invulnerable and immortal... This is definitely worth a try!"