Chapter 130 A Brief Introduction

"John, you are actually the Mothman."

"Mothman?" Watson looked back and shook his head slowly, "No, I'm not a Mothman."

He had already sensed the special atmosphere permeating the room, the sweet and refreshing smell in the air, and the slight murmur of something like a whisper, which seemed to force him to remove his inner defenses and abandon his unnecessary pretense.

He only felt that this seemed to be somewhat similar to the effect of sodium thiopental, but it was more likely to directly affect the mind and spirit, rather than stimulating the physical body and interfering with the spirit through drugs. But fortunately, this is not the effect of the medicine - because Watson's body does not seem to be from another timeline, he has not received various types of drug resistance training, and it is difficult to resist the attacks of many drugs. He can only rely on simple Be strong enough to bear it.

At this moment, the unpleasant feeling that was surging in his heart made him feel a little bad and abnormal. This was obviously from the mental influence of the secret transmission side, and now his moth phase was backfired, his blade phase was weak and powerless, and his heart phase was not yet ready. Taking shape... I can only bear it all by relying solely on my own willpower.

However, even if he was forced to reveal the truth under this influence, he would never admit that he was the Mothman.

He has indeed never considered himself a Moth Man, although the first secret transmission he came into contact with was a moth, and the secret transmission he made the most progress with was also a moth, and the moth has been subtly influencing him... But Watson always felt in his heart, If he had to pick out the nature that best suited him from the nine principles, he thought it should be the blade.

Blade, the code of battle and struggle. Watson loves fighting, and even more so, killing. He enjoys the feeling of those fresh lives quietly disappearing from his fingers.

So he has indeed given a sincere answer to this question.

As for why the fact about the Blade Man was not revealed... this is the fault of the questioner. She only asked whether the Moth Man was a Moth Man, and did not ask about the specific image. Watson's answer was already a sincere answer that completely conformed to the meaning of the question.

"No?" Emma chuckled, her laughter full of disdain.

"Do you really think I'm a fool who only knows how to laugh? I already noticed something was wrong when the moths flew around in the forest. Although woodland moths always act out of whim, nothing they do is surprising. But they actually hovered above us for so long last night, and they must have some purpose... I guess they may be waiting for a reply from an old friend? "

"And the most important thing..."

Emma looked Watson up and down, her eyes burning.

She approached slowly, as if she wanted to break into the other person's psychological safety range with a strong attitude.

"Although John, you pretended to fall to the ground immediately after the woodland moths left, covering your body with moss, broken leaves and rotten soil, in order to cover up some special phenomenon that happened to you... However, you missed an important point. That is, all the damage suffered by the soul body will be reflected back to the waking world."

"The moment we left Mansu with the falling method, I immediately smelled the faint smell of blood coming from under your clothes... I guess you must be covered in bruises at this moment."

"If it were any other time, I might have mistaken you for the fact that the enlightenment in your soul body was out of control and you opened your body unconsciously."

"However, when I combine your unprovoked self-injury with the swarm of moths in the forest just now, I know that you definitely did not lose control because of being exposed to the influence of Qi in the forest... That bloody thing on your body The smell is probably due to the skin peeling off to expose the inner muscle fibers.”

"This molting-like behavior coincides with the moth's principle of throwing away unnecessary things!"

"And after you suffered an involuntary molt, you were able to continue moving forward with us with an attitude as if nothing had happened. It's obvious that you have experienced moth bites more than once!"

"So, John Watson, you must be the Mothman!"

Emma looked at Watson who was still opening his mouth and said softly: "Don't try to cover up or explain... A moth may be able to deceive other people, but a moth can never deceive a moth!"

Watson just shook his head, "You misunderstood. I just want to ask, have you read too many detective novels recently? I feel that your reasoning process is very familiar... Could you be Charlotte Holmes?" A loyal fan?"

Emma's expression remained unchanged, but her eyes were slightly dodgeful. She said forcefully: "Detective novel... what kind of nonsense is that?!"

"John Watson, you, the mothman, disguised your identity and waited for an opportunity to sneak into our hospital. What is your purpose? What plans and conspiracy do you intend to implement?!"

Miss Emma, ​​who was wearing Crovette's appearance, asked, but her voice was very low. It was more like whispering in Watson's ear than asking harshly.

"Purpose? My purpose is very simple. I just want to know the deeper secrets of Si Chen and obtain a higher level of forbidden power."

Faced with this question, Watson just smiled slightly. He didn't feel any panic about revealing his identity at all. He slowly walked back to the edge of the bed and sat down, then raised his head and looked at the girl with her hands on her hips.

"But, Miss Emma, ​​what are your plans?"

When Emma, ​​who was pretending to be her younger sister, heard that her identity had been exposed, her face turned a little ugly.

Watson continued, "If Miss Emma intends to tell Mr. Winfreys about your so-called speculation and reasoning, and expose what you think is my hidden identity and my evil intentions... then you can just go to Winfreys Morgan directly after I leave and tell him what I just said."

"But Miss Emma, ​​you didn't do that. Instead, you chose to tell me these things in person, and deliberately lowered your voice during the narration, and quietly spread the influence of cups and moths in the room, trying to make me let down my guard... But at the same time, you are actually guarding against eavesdropping in the next room. . "

"I dare to make a deduction based on your thinking pattern just now, Miss Emma... Then I guess Miss Emma should also have some ulterior motives, and some plans and conspiracies to implement."

Watson smiled and looked at the girl whose face was getting worse and worse, and asked: "Miss Emma, ​​do you think my reasoning has inherited your style? Can I learn from you?"

Emma's face was cloudy and sunny, as if she was changing her face, sometimes her eyes were bright but she gritted her teeth, sometimes her face was gloomy but her eyebrows were smiling... Watson felt that it seemed that Crovitt and Emma appeared on the same face at the same time.

But this weird expression lasted less than a minute, and the girl's pretty face soon returned to the gloomy haze. This is Emma.

Emma seemed to have experienced a fierce fight in just a minute, and fine sweat was seeping out of her forehead. She wiped the sweat rudely and sat down on the bed in a hurry.

"I don't have much time. Crovitt will wake up soon."

"I'll make it short."