Chapter 127 Return to the Woods

"Share the same body..."

Watson seemed very surprised. He frowned and asked: "Crovitt, you mean that Miss Emma's soul and your soul both live in the same body... This is really unbelievable. This Is this the theory of dual personality proposed by Mr. Diderot? But Clovette, you are not a stage actor, how can you have such a dual personality?"

Clovette asked in confusion: "Diderot? Double personality? What is that?"

"A French dramatist once put forward a theory - when actors devote themselves to stage performances, they have dual personalities and dual souls at the same time. They are both actors and characters."

Miss Emma on the side just snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Dual personality... It sounds like it's just the actor's dual personality. Crovette and I are both independent and complete souls. It's just that Due to insufficient supply during the embryonic stage, all my flesh and blood nutrients were swallowed up by her, and my ungrown consciousness also attached to her body."

Emma cursed fiercely: "It's all your fault, Clovet, you greedy guy!"

But Watson could see that there was family care hidden under the other party's surface malice... If what Crowett said before was true, then she is now an orphan without a father and mother, and Ai Ma is obviously Clovette's only relative.

Faced with her sister's scolding, Crovette just lowered her head apologetically, and still struggled to reply: "Sister, you can't completely blame me. I hadn't grown up at that time, and I didn't mean it..."

Before she could finish her words, she shut her mouth tightly under Emma's glare.

"Stop talking nonsense, tonight's mission is to take this guy to sleepwalk to the woodland. Let's go back quickly." Emma pointed to the open door and the deep and dark woodland inside, "Hey, John Watson, This is the forest of Mansu. You have read the pamphlet written by Winfreth, so go in by yourself."

"Miss Emma and Miss Crovette, aren't you together?"

"What? Are you a fucking idiot with a retarded IQ or a disabled person who has no ability to take care of himself? Do you think we are your nannies, accompanying you in every move? Why don't I just deliver the food to you directly? How about I put some clothes on you, put Si Chen's remaining influence directly in front of you, and even practice the secret transmission for you?"

Facing the aggressive Miss Emma, ​​Watson clearly felt the other party's malice, but in fact, the words he secretly eavesdropped on in the waking world were much gentler. At least there was only a vulgarity in the sentence. word.

He just smiled without getting angry, and persuaded like a peacemaker: "Okay, no problem, Miss Emma, ​​please calm down first...then Crowitt, I will enter the forest by myself first, and follow Mr. Morgan's instructions." I just need to imitate falling backwards from a high place to return to the waking world, right?"

"Yes." Crowett said as she took Emma and Watson's hands and led them towards the narrow woodland door. "Sister, don't be angry, Mr. Winfrey is We were specially reminded that we must take John into and out of the forest. How can we leave him alone? Let’s go together.”

Emma actually didn't resist. Even after hearing Winfrey's name, a trace of fear and fear appeared on her face, and she allowed Crovette to drag her into the forest.

Watson has not entered the forest for a long time since he was promoted to the second-level Moth Secreter.

At this moment, he was following behind his sisters who also took the initiative to avoid the blocking branches on the Dream Walking Path, and slowly walked into the forest with a curious attitude of looking around. In his eyes, those low and sharp branches seemed to be different from before. Too much the same.

The cold moonlight shines along the gaps in the tree crowns. The ancient steel forest trees are still as simple and thick as ever, and the roots as thick and tumbling as a giant python are still as bright as flesh marrow... The moths in the skull are as active as they have not seen in a long time. Getting up, flapping its scales seems to be the joy of going home.

But Watson felt the atmosphere of the ancient wilderness. He only felt that his senses seemed to have become more delicate. He seemed to be able to discover some other new things in this woodland. He felt that this woodland seemed to have become particularly special. Three-dimensional? The soil under his feet seemed to become thicker, and there was a faint pulsation.

The coldness of the ancient tree's surface seemed to have become extraordinarily delicate. He seemed to be able to feel something... something from the thick texture? Watson felt that the answer would emerge soon, but he still lacked the finishing touch, but before he could carefully identify the difference in the forest this time.

Watson's heart had already surged with a desire to give up that had not overflowed for a long time. This heterogeneous desire seemed to have been suppressed for too long, and it suddenly hit as violently as a mountain river bursting its banks. He couldn't help but want to give up his clothes, his shame, and his disguise... running and jumping naked in the forest, showing his truest self to his heart's content, like a wild beast returning to the deep mountains and old forests, roaring loudly, and meeting the moth friends he hadn't seen for a long time. Dance joyfully.

His palms had unknowingly unbuttoned the first button of his coat, but he immediately woke up and stopped throwing away his clothes. He just pretended to be nervous about entering the forest for the first time and loosened his collar.

Then he activated the blade of his soul body with all his strength, vowing to fight against the wild chaos of the moth! Fight against the restless hunger and thirst!

He looked at the graceful backs of the two girls walking in front of him, looked at their white and fragile necks, and forcibly suppressed the killing restlessness in his heart... In a trance, the secret and strange aspects of the two sisters who were born together were gradually exposed to the moth's vision.

After the dream traveled to Mansu, Crovitt separated from the life body of the waking world, and her personal secret and strange aspects were finally revealed to Watson's moth vision... It was a crystal clear body like a crystal carved coconut, the skin was as clear as glass, and the liquid like fine wine flowed inside. The heart as big as a coconut in the wine was beating endlessly - this is the heart and cup.

Emma, ​​the "sister" who lived in the body of her younger sister and only had consciousness that could move freely, her soul would flow with bright red and sticky liquid when she strolled in the garden, and her shoulder blades also suddenly grew thin wings like cicada wings - this is the cup and moth.

Flutter, flutter, flutter—the moths in the woods have sensed Watson's return and are rushing over in groups. They use the passionate and enthusiastic flapping of their wings as a welcome song to welcome their friend who has been promoted.

Crovitt asked in panic, "Sister, what's going on? Why are these moths so excited tonight?"