Chapter 109 Heart
[Miss Charlotte:]
[The plan is going as we expected. I have gained Winfreys' initial trust and joined the Crossroads Hospital team as a volunteer nurse... Although there is no salary, it is considered to be free food and accommodation, and the food is also very good, with a complete range of meat and vegetables and balanced nutrition.]
[I suggest that our Sherlock Holmes Detective Agency should also hire a full-time chef in the future, so that we can save time from eating out and eat freshly baked desserts anytime and anywhere.]
[The topic seems to have gone a bit off... Let's get back to the point. Is the young man okay? Did I hit him too hard? But in order to prevent Crovitt (the lady who was dining with me at the time, she was also a member of Winfreys' team) from seeing the problem, I had to do my best. Please apologize to him for me. ]
[I have now officially moved into the staff dormitory of Crossroads Hospital. This is my last time back to the apartment. Perhaps we will temporarily cut off contact for a period of time. I need to devote all my attention to pretending to be a law-abiding Trojan horse to avoid the soldiers in Troy from finding any problems. ]
[According to our original plan, after completely gaining the trust of the Winfreys gang, I will activate the second communication channel... According to the current progress, I estimate that this process will take about three months. ]
[If the date of my next reply has exceeded this deadline... then there is a high possibility that I have betrayed and lost my integrity. Please Miss Charlotte immediately activate the emergency plan... and erase me! ]
[J.W. Sincerely. ]
After Watson sent this secret letter in the dark, he destroyed the oak longbow disguised as a clothesline in his hand, cut the bowstring, split the bow arm, and smashed it into garbage that could not be seen at all, and then mixed it with other similar-shaped household garbage and discarded it.
Then he carried his most important luggage, a large bag of guns and weapons, and left the apartment where he had temporarily lived.
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The staff dormitory of Crossroads Hospital is a small building in the shape of a concave letter, about 100 yards behind the hospital.
The dormitory building has four floors, with seven rooms on each floor, three double-bedroom rooms and four one-bedroom rooms. The occupancy rate is only half of the total.
From this, we can roughly see Winfreys' ambition. He seems to want to form a secret teaching team of dozens of people.
It seems that for the safety of employees' property, a circle of two-person-high and two-palm-wide walls was built around the dormitory building, and the iron bars of the gate at the entrance were as thick as a forearm. When Watson looked around, he found that the dormitory building was built on a sharp river bend. The river was turbulent and the bend was very large, making it difficult for ships to dock. In addition, the natural stone river bank was also eight yards high.
If someone with bad intentions planned to sneak attack the dormitory building from the back, it would be very difficult.
Even the dormitory building itself was built on a small hill, which was easy to defend but difficult to attack.
But it was only limited to the charge in the cold weapon era, and could not resist the bombardment of modern artillery at all.
Watson came to his newly assigned small room. Although no one had lived here before, it was fully equipped with furniture such as sofas, beds, wardrobes, and running water in the bathroom... As for the dining room, it was shared, and everyone cooked and ate together... It reminded him of the workers' housing in the 1980s in his motherland.
He came back at night and could see that some day shift nurses had returned. They discussed work and life matters in groups, such as today's patient pretended to have back pain to cheat paralysis drugs, let's take a break and go shopping together in a few days, how is your child's health now, when will you let your husband and others move in to live with you...
They seemed to be just chatting about trivial matters, looking like a group of ordinary workers who had just got off work.
But these seemingly ordinary off-duty nurses, their figures fell into Watson's moth vision, but they all showed alien and non-human postures - they were just a group of monsters that roughly maintained human outlines!
All of these caregivers had a deformed blood and flesh tumor the size of a basin on their chests. The tumor was connected to the chest by a knotty root, which seemed to pulsate constantly as if it had its own life. Through the transparent thin skin, one could see some colorful colors flowing in the strange blood and flesh tissue inside.
When the tumor pulsated, it would either burst out with a blazing white light, or spew out boiling steam, or pierce out sharp bone growths, or leak out bright red viscous liquid... These were just some of the believers in the Winfreys team, but they all contained forbidden supernatural powers!
Watson frowned slightly as he walked down the stairs alone. He thought to himself, "Why do the illusory realities of these people look so similar? They all have huge and terrifying tumors on their chests, just like the products of the same assembly line... Is this another secret path that is popular? Winfreys actually has such knowledge?!" "While thinking, he slowly came downstairs and met the returning caregivers. They waved and greeted the new colleague enthusiastically. "Hi, Mr. John, have you moved everything here today?" asked the lady with a pair of tiny slits like eyes. Her tumor seemed to be brewing some kind of white light. "Have you had dinner, Mr. John? If not, let's go together later?" asked the aunt with a transparent tumor like a bright red gelatinous substance.
"How did you sleep last night? If there is anything missing or broken in the room, just come to 201 to find me, Old Bill." said the bald uncle with hot liquid flowing in his chest tumor like magma.
"It's all moved, thank you, but I've already eaten, it's all right..." Watson responded to the kind greetings of the group of caregivers/monsters with a sincere smile and nodded frequently.
And Crovitt in the middle of the crowd shouted loudly, "Everyone hurry up, we still have to hold a welcome ceremony for Mr. John later!!!"
"Yes, yes, I almost forgot that we have to hold a ceremony tonight."
"Old Bill, are you ready?"
"Hey, are you still worried about me, Old Bill? I've prepared everything!" The uncle named Bill slapped his chest hard, shaking the tumor to flow out hot liquid like magma.
Crovitt seemed to be more than just a mascot, and seemed to have a certain status among the crowd. She clapped her hands and smiled and said, "That's great. We haven't held a welcome ceremony for a long time. When the dean comes back from work, we will officially start!!!"
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Not long after, everyone who had finished their personal affairs gathered in the center of the dormitory area, moving large pieces of wood to pile up into a small hill. Watson participated enthusiastically throughout the whole process, helping to move items and arrange the venue, and distributing clear liquid like white wine.
Watson saw that old Bill came to the hill of wood and squatted down, took out a bottle of rose-colored powder from his arms, and muttered something. The dry wood ignited a raging fire in an instant, and the rising fire twisted like a snake dancing wildly.
The firelight illuminated the dormitory area, and the orange-red light shone on everyone's face. They all raised their glasses and silently recited meaningless toasts, then drank in tacit understanding. Watson, who had just arrived, also drank the wine in his glass at the signal of Crovitt beside him.
As the hot wine, sweet as nectar, went down his throat, he felt that his heart seemed to be surging with some kind of excitement, and his heart beat more powerfully and quickly, with a heart rate of more than two hundred in an instant! But he did not feel the pain of arrhythmia, but only felt that his body seemed to be full of endless vitality, and his body was light and comfortable.
Is it the influence of the heart's principle... Is the liquid in the glass the wine of the heart?
Watson put down the glass with joy, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's so sweet and delicious! What kind of fruit is this wine? Why do I feel like there is a surge of vitality in my body, and even my left leg seems to have become stronger!"
Crovitt just smiled and didn't answer.
After drinking, everyone's mood became high. Several caregivers in a lively atmosphere took out musical instruments to play exciting music, clapping their white-skinned drums and playing thunderous rhythms.
A couple who seemed to be in love walked into the spacious venue hand in hand, facing the burning bonfire, and began to dance happily and sing simple songs with unknown syllables.
Their eyes moved while dancing, and they conveyed their feelings for each other with a powerful and beautiful dance, as if they were performing a sad opera praising the beauty of mountain pines.
This completely boosted the atmosphere of the venue. Everyone walked into the venue, holding hands and forming a circle, stepping out ancient dance steps around the bonfire, their heels shaking the earth, and their fists hitting their chests, which seemed to imply some thunderous rhythm.
They began to hum songs like ancient war cries, and something beyond the imagination and cognition of mortals seemed to come with the summons... The welcome ceremony officially began!
But if a hospitalized patient had nothing to do and came out for a stroll, he would find that the nursing dormitory building was hidden in the deep darkness, and even if he looked far away, he could only see a hazy shadow.
He could not see the enthusiastic bonfire dance, nor could he hear any joyful singing and music... unless he dared to approach the small building that was in the mysterious ceremony, then he would know the biggest secret hidden under this sanctimonious hospital and pay the price of his life for it.
Crovitt also pulled the new church member next to him to join this ancient dance that originated from the first earth when humans were born.
Watson's leg disease had not yet fully recovered, and he could not keep up with the rhythm of the dance at all. He could only stagger and follow the crowd in circles... However, as the dance became more and more heated, Watson felt a certain power coming from his palm, from the laughing Crovitt, and his legs and feet, which should have been slow and weak, stepped unconsciously, stepping to the rhythm of the dance - just like a puppet being pulled.
They marched in the same pace, roared in the same rhythm, their movements and beats were connected in unison, and their hearts seemed to have resonated with each other, but they still lacked some key qualities.
Until Winfreys joined the church at the invitation of the church members... this dance finally gave birth to a soul, and some fanatical thoughts were transmitted among the crowd through the arms, and endless vitality also flowed among the crowd.
At this moment, Watson seemed to have many complicated thoughts in his head. He seemed to be able to listen to the voices of others and feel what they were thinking... but at the same time, others could also feel his thoughts.
"Hehehe, Mr. John finally joined our church, and Crovitt has a new friend!"
"I heard that this John was the assistant of the female detective before. How could the leader agree to let him join?"
"Don't worry, since the leader has tacitly allowed him to join, he must be fully confident... If you don't believe it, try to listen to his voice and see if you can find anything unusual."
"You make sense, let me try..."
The silent moth in the skull suddenly woke up, vibrating its scaly wings to exert strange magic power, and the dots of scales gathered into a picture in Watson's mind, and Watson in the picture was also dancing happily.
"Hey, he seems to be just immersed in the dance and didn't think about other things."
"Humph, I said Mr. John is trustworthy, why are you still secretly eavesdropping on Mr. John's voice... Crovitt is angry!"
A very majestic voice suddenly sounded in the connected and unified thinking, "Enough! Everyone, focus on the ceremony!"
At this point, the complicated thoughts finally subsided.
But Watson felt another unusually obvious wave rushing into his body, and the wave, wrapped in a tyrannical thought, pushed open his heart, broke into his consciousness, and tried to steal the secrets in his memory... Unfortunately, even Winfreys could hardly see through the disguise of the moth in the skull, and could only glimpse the image of the jubilant dance in his heart.
So Winfreys could only plant a seed in John's heart, a thought that breeds loyalty... However, when his wave and consciousness left, the moth in the skull smiled contemptuously, waved its scaly wings and fanned the ridiculous seed out of his mind, completely forgetting it.
Watson was well versed in self-hypnosis. At this time, he did not completely rely on the moth in the skull, and was also forcibly controlling himself to immerse himself in the cheerful dance atmosphere.
As the ritual connection progressed, he gradually began to understand the other party's wave rhythm like thunder, and he seemed to fall into an illusion again.
The light and shadow of the endless bonfire began to distort, the orange color dimmed into black like the dark mountains, and the bright red liquid gushed out from the top of the mountain and rushed into the sky.
The rising and dancing flames floated into the air, rumbling in the clouds, turning into a storm that gave birth to thunder, and the blue-purple lightning cut through the sky, as if connecting the mountains and the storm.
The mother mountain gushed out the blood of the cup, alerting the storm to bring down the thunder of the heart. They seemed to be whispering, talking about their future, and also discussing how to avoid such a future.
Boom, boom, boom, boom-boom-Watson's heart beat more violently than ever before, as if it would rush out of his chest in the next moment, rushing to the sky to dance with thunder!
The obscure and mysterious secret scriptures were born with the beating of the heart, and the scriptures were like deformed and twisted flesh and blood, still wriggling endlessly.
Watson opened his eyes suddenly, and his heart beat and pumped out new blood.
He already knew how to communicate with the people dancing with him.
"Thanks to my colleagues, I now know the secret of thunder!"