Chapter 22 It Smells so Good!!!

There were several overworked young women lying in the hall, their hair disheveled and unconscious, their faces as thin and haggard as medicine residue.

Their bodies were abnormally ruddy, and they were breathing weakly, obviously they still had half of their lives.

Watson then smelled an extremely strong smell of heather, which smelled like the rancid dead spring water flowing from the canyons and peaks that no one cared about.

The rotten and fishy smell made people feel nauseous and want to vomit.

The target of this trip, Harris Boot, was facing away from him in a familiar posture to Watson, like an old cow that worked hard to plow the land, or a hungry jackal that had not tasted meat for a long time.

Harris's luxurious clothes had been torn into strips, unable to cover his huge body like a meat mountain.

From Watson's perspective, he saw a pair of deformed and thin arms like chicken claws growing under his armpits! The skin below the waistline is as pink as a newborn baby that has just crawled out of a mountain spring. It is completely different from the skin color of other areas, as if a patch in the shape of boxer shorts is sewn on the flesh.

He actually has four arms... This weird sense of déjà vu is getting stronger and stronger!

Watson can imagine the hideous and terrifying face of the other party when he turns his head.

But the actual development of reality always exceeds expectations... Because Harris has no time to pay attention to him, he turned a deaf ear to the sound of the door breaking, and still indulged in indulgence!

Looking at the other party's fat bear-like alien body with four arms, Watson felt something wrong intuitively. Harris seemed to be more deformed than Lance. With this sturdy body, it seems that he is extremely resistant to beatings...

And the other party seems to be just sinking into carnal desires, and has not made any big mistakes. It is still a simple transaction... Maybe he should wait for Holmes to come and discuss it together?

He slowly retreated behind the door, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a patch of soil that had been loosened recently next to the tulip field in the courtyard.

He had an intuitive premonition, picked up the shovel on the ground and dug the soil. He hit a hard object at the first stroke, and looked down to see a gray and stiff arm stretched out from the soft mud and sand, with five fingers painted bright red slightly opened to the sky, like a rotten flesh and blood flower about to bloom!

Watson dug harder and dug out two naked female corpses. They looked like they were in their youth, and their faces covered with mud and dust still had a hint of immaturity.

They were still in the best stage of their lives, and they should enjoy the bright sunshine and fresh air, instead of being buried in the soil and turning into nutrients for flowers and plants.

Watson's brows were deeply locked. He thought he was an extremely cold-blooded person. On the battlefield, he could kill the enemy without scruples, and he would also use cruel and bloody means to torture and interrogate prisoners.

Whether in this life or the last, Watson had seen too much killing and death. When he saw wild cats and dogs being crushed to death by wheels on the roadside, he no longer thought that they were dead lives... they were just a bunch of raw meat in the shape of a cat or a dog.

But the experience of growing up under the red sun still left him with a bottom line of human morality in his heart, or it should be said that it was a taboo - in a non-wartime state, you must never kill your own kind at will.

Unless the other party has violated this rule...

Unless the other party is trying to hurt me...

Unless the other party is intending to hurt me...

Unless the other party is providing help to the enemy who intends to hurt me, or is planning to provide help...

Unless...

In short - Harris's behavior has clearly violated Watson's taboo, and he has violated it twice!

Watson recalled the teachings of his adoptive father, the original establisher of this taboo - if you encounter someone who violates the taboo, and the other party does not repent, and the other party will not be punished by law... Then, you don't need to suppress your nature anymore, just release your killing thoughts!

"Is Harris one of them?" Watson thought, "Yes, he killed two young ladies because of his indulgence in desire. He has become distorted and lost his mind. He is also the son of the Marquis. It is very likely that he will escape the punishment of the law afterwards..."

When the evidence in front of him was enough to convince himself, Watson's desire for killing gushed out, like a surging wave breaking through the order and law, the moth in his head flapped its wings in ecstasy, and the crack in the superego levee gradually widened and almost collapsed!

The cold-bloodedness and indifference of nature climbed onto his face, and Watson said lightly:

"Harris...you really deserve to die."

The busy monster may have heard a familiar name, and his movements paused slightly, but the next second he continued to immerse himself in indulgence.

In this case...then just die!

The magazine rotated, the two guns spewed out flames, and all twelve bullets poured out in two seconds.

Even though Harris's head was as hard as steel as Lance's at this moment, a bloody hole was blasted out under the fierce firepower at close range, and the nerve tissue like red oil tofu brain was faintly visible trembling slightly.

But even with such serious injuries, even with his skull opened, even with the yellow-orange bullets embedded in his brain... Harris still did not fall down, but just stopped his large movements, which showed that his vitality was amazing, far superior to that of the insect monster Lance!

It slowly turned its head, a muffled roar crawled in its throat, and its blue eyes were filled with raging anger... Who is it! Dare to disturb my pursuit of pleasure!!!

It was a horrible, disgusting, deformed face that once again surpassed Watson's imagination. Harris's sweaty face was covered with pimples the size of the knuckles of his little finger, and his chin was covered with a row of short fingers, just like the fingers of a pianist playing music!

At this moment, it was swallowing and spitting out its tongue like a panting male dog in summer, but the 'tongue' had split into a deformed mouthpart like a trident, with a thick mouth bar full of hideous blue veins in the middle, and slender snake tongues on both sides, twisting and dancing wildly.

And in the upper body that could not be covered by the torn cloth strips, the top of the fat chest muscles that far surpassed everyone present had two vertical wounds.

Watson suddenly began to hate his current sharp eyesight, because he could clearly see that the wound had a familiar organ tissue structure that seemed familiar, and it was constantly oozing out yellow-white pus.

This weird and creepy scene made Watson look disgusted. Compared with the insect-like Lance, the appearance of the monster in front of him was more disgusting, just like a sticky hand was forced into your throat, forcing you to vomit on the spot.

He forced himself to suppress the urge to vomit in his stomach. Now that the magazine in his hand was empty, he couldn't just stand there and wait for the enemy to counterattack.

Watson quickly retreated to distance himself, took the opportunity to pour out the hot shells, and refilled them with golden bullets.

The deformed Harris waved the four arms that spread out from his bucket-like body. The arms were soft and tough, like a long whip whipping the air and making crackling sounds.

There was a blazing fire in its eyes... Why! Why do you always disturb me when I am enjoying my pleasure!

Its two right arms lifted the single-seat sofa weighing dozens of pounds next to it, and the action was as casual as picking up a child's toy, and suddenly threw it at the annoying male creature in front.

Watson's legs and feet have recovered, and he is no longer as agile as when he faced Lance. He easily dodged by just turning sideways.

However, Harris's attack has not stopped. He threw porcelain vases, small round tables, and flying murals left and right...

These childish attacks, like children's fighting, were all avoided by Watson, whose dynamic vision has greatly improved, with flexible steps. He looked relaxed as if he was taking a leisurely walk in the garden. In between, he pulled out his gun and fired back, and Harris's body burst into greasy blood with turbid white fat and hoarse screams of pain.

Watson even had the energy to think:

"Why are Harris and Lance both deformed monsters, and their appearances are so different..."

"One is like a ferocious insect, and the other has abnormal limb hyperplasia..."

"Is it because the causes of their mutations are different? Is it physical factors, personality differences, or knowledge?"

"According to the Anti-Suppression Bureau, witnessing secret knowledge should lead to Causes the mortal body to deform... Although I still retain my sanity and normal appearance for some reason..."

"Perhaps as Elson said, the key to the secret transmission lies in the nine soul qualities, but mortals who come into contact with secret knowledge may have to pass a test-like judgment. Those who meet the requirements can maintain their human body and mind like me to know the secret scriptures, while those who fail will lose their sanity and become monsters like Lance Harris."

"The key point that causes such different directions of their deformation should be the difference in the secret knowledge they come into contact with. Lance is lured by moths, and what about Harris? Looking at his hungry and unbearable appearance, is there a secret transmission of rabbits/dolphins/Teddy? ? ? "

While Watson was thinking wildly, he did not forget to pay attention to the situation on the scene. He could despise the enemy strategically, but he must pay attention to the enemy tactically.

When he noticed that Harris's four arms worked together to lift the huge solid wood round table weighing hundreds of pounds above his head, he immediately converged and diverged his thoughts and focused on the enemy in front of him.

Harris lifted the round table as if he had picked up a new toy, and laughed a loud laugh like the friction of tree bark, and directly smashed the large hidden weapon that was enough to block Watson's retreat.

If it was Watson before, he would have tried his best to dodge this heavy blow, and he would have to pay the price of some injuries.

But he had experienced the incident in the Black Crow Bar last night, and stole some of the mysterious power of the Moth Secret, which was different from the past!

Watson narrowed his right eye slightly, focusing most of his visual attention on his left pupil. Suddenly, a deep emerald green light burst out from the bottom of his eyes, and the world in front of him seemed to slow down, and everything seemed to be stained with sluggish resistance.

He looked at the solid wood dining table that could accommodate ten people and was slowly flying towards him. Although he could not make the trunk nerve reaction keep up with this powerful dynamic vision, the extra buffer time was enough for him to plan the best dodge route!

He bent his knees, bent his waist, and rolled forward with his head down. He narrowly missed the solid wood round table, and the strong wind caused by the heavy object flying across his scalp.

When Watson raised his head, he saw that Harris, whose attack was ineffective, actually clapped his hands on the spot, with a grin on his face, as if he was praising his agility, like an audience cheering at a good show.

He would not feel pity for the other party's mentally retarded behavior. While you are still, I will kill you! The two guns fired accurately and each shot hit the other party's eyes. The broken lens mixed with blood splashed like glass fragments. When facing this kind of opponent with a head like a steel plate and who treats injuries as nothing, you must attack the fatal vital points.

Harris fell down with a bang, and his fat and heavy body hit the floor like a mild earthquake, shaking a woman who had just escaped from the sea of ​​suffering and sliding off the sofa. Her eyes were dazed and she was unconscious, and she collapsed to the ground and couldn't get up again.

"Is he dead now?"

Watson looked at the fat and heavy meat mountain that seemed to stop moving, and felt that it was still not safe enough, but the ammunition he carried was about to run out and it was not easy to reload.

He had another plan in mind, but out of the last bit of conscience, he carefully dragged several unconscious women away from the scene, staring at Harris all the time, temporarily placing the ladies in the courtyard, and pulling down the curtains to cover their bodies.

Then he took out a few bottles of seemingly expensive single malt whiskey from the newly purchased wine cabinet in the house, smashed them on Harris from a distance of several meters, and then took out the matches he carried with him and rubbed them on the soles of his shoes to light them.

The newly born flame floated over the cigarette that the owner had just picked up, and then slid out a standard parabola in the air, landing right on the motionless alien body.

Harris's body seemed to be a good fuel, and the flames spread all over his body, and wisps of clear smoke quickly rose.

The flames came with crackling sounds like the fat bursting of barbecued pork belly, and the smoke also carried a strong smell of barbecue.

Watson's five senses seemed to be enhanced, and his emotions seemed to deepen. He listened to the sound and smelled the fragrance, and his heart couldn't help but think about the smell, and his stomach seemed to make a gurgling sound of hunger...

Even though Harris had been deformed into another creature, even though Harris's meat looked extremely plump, even though Harris's meat smelled so damn tempting and so damn fragrant! Even though...

Pah - Watson slapped himself with all his strength, and his cheeks were immediately swollen with clear five-finger palm prints. The pain stimulated him to wake up temporarily.

"Stop looking!"

"Stop smelling!"

"Stop thinking!"

"There must be something wrong with Harris's body! It must be silently influencing and tempting me!!!"

"Go! Go! Get out of here!"

"Hold your breath, cover your ears, and quickly escape from Harris's influence!"

Watson immediately shook his head, closed his five senses, and muttered madly in his heart to divert his attention. He ran to the courtyard without looking back.

It was because of this that he didn't hear the crisp clanging sound coming from behind him, which was the sound of the shell falling to the ground.

Behind Watson, a huge body like a blazing torch slowly approached like playing hide-and-seek. In the flames, you can vaguely see its charred face showing a big smile from the corners of its mouth.

It's really hard to write a cup face, it's easy to enter the palace...