Chapter 132 Strange Puppet

The moth inside the skull only fluttered its wings slightly at first, seeming to inadvertently throw away unnecessary scales and leak out the excess moth's mana, which was deposited in Watson's body for him to drive at will.

However, when the slow, fat, short hour hand of the pocket watch made a slightly obvious click as the fine gears inside rotated, it finally reached the VI position, that is, it was already eighteen o'clock in the evening... The moth inside the skull flapped its wings. He was getting more and more excited, and seemed to be encouraging Watson to wake Emma up.

The thick hazy cloud sea in the distance outside the window also began to be soaked in the blood-red brilliance of the sunset, just like ink soaked in the clouds and then watered with blood, mixing into strange and weird colors.

Watson's pupils reflected the complex colors of the sea of ​​clouds, and his heart seemed to be as complex as those clouds... But in fact, there were only two choices in front of him, to wake up Emma or not to wake up Emma.

But here and now is by no means the best time to awaken Crowette's twin sister Emma.

They are now in the double inpatient ward of Cross Road Hospital. This building is filled with other esoteric cultists who have mastered forbidden powers. Even Winfrey Morgan's office is very close to here. He opens the door and goes to the building next to him. Looking out the window, one could even see the back of Winfrey's tall chair, no more than thirty yards away.

At such a close distance, Watson could not guarantee whether his act of awakening Emma would disturb Winfres, who seemed not to pay attention at all; nor could Watson guarantee whether the content eavesdropped by the two would be intercepted by ears through the wall. Eavesdropping; even if the influence of the moth is spread throughout the room to cover up the traces of the conversation, it is difficult to guarantee that Winfres will be aware of the power of the secret transmission of the moth.

When the other party follows the traces of the moth, how should you explain it?

It was Emma who woke up for no reason and took over Clovette's body, spreading a deceptive moth influence. It had nothing to do with me... But how can I explain why Emma woke up twice with him by her side? Even if this can explain the past, it will definitely make Winfres more wary of him.

If Emma is not involved, then the explanation of this matter will be even more unsolvable... Since Emma is not awake, where does the remaining moth power in the room come from? Was it exerted by you, Watson? It turns out that you already had the secret message of Moth before you joined us - a person with evil intentions! Die! ! !

Therefore, Watson did not inject the mana scales into Clovette's body as the moth in the skull wished, giving Emma, ​​who also has a moth appearance, a boost so that she can reappear in the waking world.

"We need to think carefully about cooperating with Emma...Based on Clovette's performance after waking up, she should not be able to know what Emma saw when she controlled her body, but Emma seems to be able to know that Clovette is occupying What I learned about my body.”

Watson thought in his mind. He sat carefully beside Crovette's bed. In order to prevent the intracranial moth from playing another trick, he did not have any physical contact with the girl, but just stared at her with a caring attitude. Looking at the other person, it seems that he is counting the rhythm of the other person's breathing.

"Crowett, don't worry. You have a good rest first, and after you recover, I will invite you to another new and good restaurant for a delicious 'dinner'!"

Clovette's eyes seemed to tremble and tremble, and she uttered unconscious murmurs. She seemed to have tasted real delicacies in her sleep, but she didn't know whether they were the sumptuous dishes that Watson had brought to the restaurant in the past, or whether they were cooked by her mother. Poor food.

After saying this, Watson fell asleep on the hospital bed again. He believed that Emma could already understand what he meant.

The intracranial moth rarely made any trouble this time, and curled up accordingly. It seemed that it felt that this short-term tolerance and suppression would be enough to lead to more interesting and interesting things in the future.

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Clovette's rest was more time-consuming than Watson imagined, because this was not a simple physical injury, but a more complex mental issue involving desire and secret transmission, and she had to suspend all activities. , lying quietly on the hospital bed, using a comfortable life to resist the inner urges, and prevent the secret transmission of the heart from breeding terrible desires that can distort the mind.

And as late at night fell again, there was a familiar knock on the door of Watson's room.

Nello Bacchus came again. This time he was only wearing loose casual clothes, but it could not hide his increasingly bulging muscles... In the moth's vision, Nello's alien body was getting bigger and bigger. It really looks like a giant bear wearing armor, or a giant steel bear wearing fur.

Those increasingly thick bone fragments are already covering Nello's abnormally strong and abnormal body like armor, almost like wearing a pair of extremely thick and heavy armor. But even such a heavy armor could not cover up the pulsating thumping sound inside, as if there was a huge leather drum hidden inside the armor, which was playing a dull and powerful rhythm on its own.

Watson opened the door and motioned for Nello to come in and sit down. The two of them sat on the simple sofa, drinking glasses of strong wine.

Nello thought thoughtfully and asked: "Sir Watson, according to Mr. Winfrey, you have learned the secret of thunder to the last step?"

Watson nodded slightly and replied: "Yes, I only have the last secret scripture left that has not been completely decrypted. According to Mr. Morgan, I need to complete a practice of the code of heart that is far more intense than before. Only by doing this can we completely decipher the secret of thunder and become a true first-level heart secreter."

"And according to Mr. Morgan, I should participate in a grand dance performance, practice the principles of the heart with powerful dance steps, and feel the rhythm of the heart in a fanatical and enthusiastic atmosphere... This is the most orthodox way for the heart to be promoted."

"I originally wanted to wait for the next new church member to join, and complete this promotion with a dance performance at the welcome ceremony... Unfortunately, there seems to be no suitable church member to join recently."

Watson raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, pretending to be relaxed but actually smiling bitterly: "It seems that if I want to fully appreciate the secret of thunder, I still need It will take a long time. "

Nello also drank the wine in the glass. He put down the glass and said, "Actually, I came here for this matter."

"Although dancing is the most orthodox way to practice the secret method of understanding the heart, there are actually other tricks in this world... Sometimes, we can also use external objects to speed up the progress of secret practice."

"For example, this thing."

Nello Bacchus said as he took out a dilapidated wooden puppet from his arms. The puppet's face was covered with three exaggerated cracks like claw marks, making it difficult to see its original appearance. There were severely rusty iron nails on the top of the head, the back of the head and the arms. The shape was horrible, like some kind of ritual puppet used to curse others.

But the moment Watson saw the puppet, he immediately felt the extremely weak mental power contained in it.

And when he took this strange puppet from Nello, he could sense that there was a weak heartbeat hidden inside the puppet, just like the aging heart of an old man who was about to die was beating in his dying struggle.

The author seems to have recovered from the virus, and it is particularly severe today. My nose is running, my facial muscles ache, and my shoulders and back hurt when I sneeze... Is this the season when the disease is rampant?

Even the people in the church are suffering from the health damage caused by this foul miasma. I would like to ask for the power of my heart to make my illness disappear.

So I will finish this chapter tonight, and I will make up for it tomorrow if the situation gets better.