Chapter 111 Are You Free Tonight?

Watson was busy until late at night, waiting for the last batch of consultation patients who came after get off work to leave before finally resting.

Even though he had experienced the feedback from the Secret Transmission of Moth and Blade, and his physical strength was far beyond that of ordinary people, he still felt a little tired after these two consecutive days of intense work... His energy was still not as good as the inner training of the sect. A long-held secret believer.

But the fortunate and unfortunate thing is that it is precisely because his endurance is not enough to support the high-intensity work for six consecutive days, or because he has not yet fully gained the trust of the cult... Every night, other believers are always He would disappear silently into the dormitory building and go to a secret gathering place to do so-called night overtime work.

However, Watson has not shown any eagerness to know about the affairs of the Order. He is now playing the role of an ordinary person who has just come into contact with the power of secret transmission. He is studying all the time on how to speed up the progress of deciphering the scriptures of the heart and obtain deeper levels as soon as possible. The power of secret transmission.

The heart is the principle of eternity and continuity, and it also contains elements such as movement and dance.

Compared with the three secret transmissions of moth, blade and cup, the way of practicing the principles of the heart is easier and simpler.

All things in the world are in motion all the time, and the cells of the human body are also in constant motion. As long as the esoteric apprentices who practice the principles of the heart are still alive and breathing, they can gradually decipher the scriptures of the heart, but this progress will appear obvious. Somewhat too slow... but intense movement can also speed up the process of deciphering the scriptures.

So Watson worked diligently during the day, and would run around the hospital after work, using his own weight to exercise in the dormitory room... But even so, the progress of decrypting the scriptures of the heart inside the soul body was quite slow, secreting out blood from time to time. A trace of extremely weak vitality can only barely restore the muscles that were sore and swollen during the day. If he hadn't also possessed the second-level Moth's secret transmission and had an amazing physique, his daily increase in energy would not be able to keep up with the consumption. speed.

"Why are my secret texts decrypted so slowly?" Watson asked as he munched on a baked potato.

Clovette cut open the half-cooked fried egg, dipped it in white bread and put it in her mouth, "Well... this is normal. Everyone has to go through at least a month of hard work to fully decipher the secret of thunder."

"Is there any way to speed it up?"

"It is true, but Mr. John, you have just joined the cult and you are not yet exposed to these things."

"Is it your 'overtime work' every night?"

"Hey! Mr. John, how do you know that we work overtime every night?! We obviously only set out late at night after everyone is asleep."

"Oh, I couldn't sleep last night and wanted to chat with you, but I kept knocking on the door and there was no answer from you, so I guess you guys went out for the night." Watson had already finished eating and stood up, ready to put the bowl and knife and fork away. Go to the communal sink.

"...It's not what a good child should do to disturb other people's sleep." Clovette said with a straight face as if she were preaching like an adult, but in an instant she couldn't help but smile, "Next time, next time John, if you are still bored, you can come and play with me. How about we go to the Holborn restaurant again? I think the cream of mushroom soup looks delicious. We didn't have it last time. ”

Watson seemed a little sullen, "Crovert, the cream of mushroom soup you were talking about...could it be the mushroom soup that was poured on my head?"

"Haha, yes, John, do you also think the mushroom soup tastes good?" Crowett seemed to remember the funny look of John's head being drenched with white soup that day, and couldn't help laughing. she

Putting down the dinner basin, he took Watson's arm and said coquettishly, "How about we try it next time, okay?"

"I'm sorry, I can rest on Sunday tomorrow... But Clovette, you have to continue to be on duty at the triage desk tomorrow. It seems that I won't be able to fulfill your wish for cream of mushroom soup."

Clovette said angrily: "What?! I'll go find Marina later and ask her to rearrange the duty schedule. Clovette will also have a day off tomorrow!"

"Hahaha, I don't believe Ms. Marina will agree to your request for leave. When I was carrying the patient to their clinic during the day, I heard her say that you had already used up your vacation time this month last time, and I can't let you go on doing it again. It’s not fair to other church members to ask for leave.”

"Hmph, I don't believe that Marina can be as cold-blooded as John said. She usually likes me very much. As long as I mention it to her when I work overtime tonight, she will definitely give me a rest tomorrow."

"What on earth are you working overtime at night, Clovette? Is it some secret activity that I'm not qualified to know about?"

"Uh... John, please don't ask. Mr. Winfrey has specifically told Clowett not to talk nonsense. If he finds out later, he will scold me again." Clowett was jumping ahead. He was walking on the ground and suddenly looked back.

"Let me guess, did you go out of the city last night, and went to a dark, humid place with poor air circulation...a deep mountain cave that has not been visited for a long time, right?"

"Eh! John, how did you know?!" Crowett asked in surprise, eyes widening, "Did you follow us out last night?!"

"No, but this morning I noticed that when you came back, the steps in front of the hospital were stained with some moss that grows in a lightless and oxygen-deficient environment. Although the soles of your shoes look clean, I guess you must have scraped your soles on the street before you came back... so there are some traces outside."

Watson looked at the stunned Crovitt and continued, "But you are really not careful enough to leave such obvious traces. Don't worry, I have cleaned it for you. When you work overtime tonight, remember to remind Nello to pay attention to the concealment of the traces. I didn't teach him that before."

"Wow-John, you are so smart!!! No wonder Mr. Nello has always praised you so much before, saying that as long as you join us, we will explore the secrets-" Crovitt said and found that he was about to tell the truth, and quickly reached out to cover his mouth.

"Haha, this is just basic observation of traces, which is the most basic skill on the battlefield. A soldier who cannot judge the weight of the baggage by the depth of the wheels is not a good commander."

"Great, great!" Crovitt clapped his hands in support, but then he said something infuriating, "John, when you said this... you looked like the uncles and aunts in the vegetable market who showed off that their sows were fat and strong and gave birth to twelve piglets in one litter. There was an indescribable false modesty."

"You!!!" Watson seemed to have his heart exposed, and raised his palm in anger.

"Hahaha, I'm not wrong, John, your expression is really similar." Crovitt ran away with a smile.

Watson did not catch up, but just silently watched Crovitt run back upstairs quickly.

But he was thinking in his heart: "From the tired look of Nello this morning, their operation last night must have encountered some obstacles... Maybe they should come to seek my help in the next few days."

But Nello came much faster than he thought. Just when he finished washing and was about to go to bed, there was a knock on the dormitory door.

The visitor was Nello Bucks in work clothes. He was holding a clear-cut cloth bag in his hand, which obviously contained guns.

"Captain Watson, are you free tonight? We need your help in our operation."