Chapter 249 Sending Heart

"I'm Leonardo."

Leonardo introduced himself after he got into the car, but he only said a name that was unknown, and didn't even reveal his specific surname - this is the most normal thing in the secret world. Except for the believers in the same organization, most secret believers will not casually reveal their real full names to the outside world.

The true name of everything has a close and inseparable connection with itself. This is not only a connection in thought and concept, but also a kind of real invisible and intangible mysterious connection - some primitive tribes and ancient organizations still preserve those vicious witchcrafts, which can lock the whereabouts of the target through the real name, and even cast spells to directly harm the target, just like stealing the target's nails and hair to cast a curse.

Therefore, experienced secret believers never easily reveal their names. Even when communicating with believers who should be close to each other, they often hide their middle names to avoid the disclosure of their complete real names, which will bring unfortunate disasters.

"John Watson," Watson nodded slightly in reply, although he also knew that the other party already knew his name, this was just a polite response.

The horse was whipped by the driver, neighed and then trotted forward, and the dim street lights flashed on the black curtains of the carriage.

After Leonardo sat down, he took out a small ebony box from under his seat and handed it to John Watson opposite him, "Put Melanie's heart in it. This wooden box is a masterpiece of casting. It can minimize the loss of power in the corpse of the secret transmitter. It is more labor-saving and efficient than using your mind power to forcibly maintain the freshness of the heart."

Watson seemed to have no doubt that the other party had any other evil intentions. He actually took out the blood-red coconut that was still warm and pulsating in his arms and slowly put it into the opened ebony box.

However, Leonardo, who was sitting face to face with him, did not notice that when John Watson placed the heart in the ebony box, he inadvertently rubbed the surface of the heart with the belly of his thumb, and the abandoned thumb skin fell off by itself and stuck to the warm and red beating heart muscle.

The abandoned skin was like a wanderer returning home, tightly hugging the long-lost fake lantern heart, and in the blink of an eye it had completely penetrated into it, sinking into the deepest part of the heart, and then quickly dissipated without a trace, as if it had completely merged with the heart.

Click, the ebony box closed, and the dark shadow occupied the space inside the box again, and the heart that was slightly beating in the dark suddenly trembled wildly, and some kind of moth-like power began to slowly transform this imitation heart.

On the way of the carriage, Leonardo always found some topics to chat with Watson enthusiastically, sometimes discussing the techniques of physical training, sometimes shifting to the maintenance and care of guns, or the angle and direction of the projectile, and finally talking about the experience of training the army... He seemed to want to further test Watson's military talent and specifically evaluate its value.

Watson naturally talked eloquently without showing any weakness. When he talked about military weapons and other topics, his only remaining right eye seemed to be glowing, as if a thousand-mile horse that had lived in a thatched house for a long time finally stepped on the endless grassland again, neighing and galloping to its heart's content.

However, Leonardo still noticed that the other party obviously did not fully believe in himself, and always talked about some key points in an extremely simple way.

But this is also normal. If John Watson can open his heart to a guy he just met, he will doubt whether his previous judgment of him is wrong... A person who opens his heart to strangers casually is simply useless.

During their brief conversation, the carriage soon arrived at the entrance of Crossroads Hospital.

On this Sunday night, the entrance of Crossroads Hospital also welcomed a rare quietness. Only the bright lights in front of the door always stayed at their posts, welcoming the sharp cold wind.

After getting off the car, the two walked directly to the dean's office, walked through the aisle with oil lamps standing on both sides like guards, knocked on the thick wooden door, and the voice of "please come in" slowly came from behind the absolutely quiet door.

As soon as Watson entered the door, he saw Winfreys Morgan still sitting behind the simple desk like a root, flipping through the seemingly endless documents.

He immediately changed his mindset, silently chanting self-hypnotic words in his heart, integrating the performance, experience, and method of acting, and kneeling on one knee in front of the table with a plop, lowering his head and holding up the box in his hand, excitedly said in a fanatical and loyal tone: "Mr. Morgan, I have taken Melanie's heart according to your order!"

At this time, Winfreys Morgan slowly raised his head, diverting his attention from the documents on the desktop to the ebony box in front of him. His eyes once again leaked a dazzling glow, but no matter how he activated the light in his skull, he could not see through the scene in the box...Is this the foundation of the Great Order? A small box used to keep the materials fresh can resist my peeping eyes. Fortunately, I have a cooperative relationship with them, not an enemy.

He slowly left his office chair and walked to the table, enjoying John Watson's submission with peace of mind. Then he put his index finger and middle finger together like a sword and gently tapped John's left shoulder, right shoulder and head, just like a lord in ancient times crowning his brave soldiers with the medal of knighthood.

Winfres also expressed his recognition of his subordinates' loyalty in this way. After completing this useless process, he directly opened the ebony box, picked up the heart that was still beating hard, placed it in front of himself, and licked it gently.

The blood remaining on the surface of the heart was still hot and fresh. Perhaps because of the special effect of the casting box, the blood was mixed with a touch of fresh, hot, salty and sweet taste. When swallowed into the stomach, one could even feel a weak heat rising from the stomach. Every inch of muscle and every bone in the way seemed to be soaked in a hot spring with just the right temperature. The tired cells once again absorbed the much-needed nutrients and began to regain their vitality. The mitochondria seemed to be shining slightly.

"Well, it is indeed the taste of a second-level mind-appearance person, mixed with a hint of the glow of the lamp-appearance." Winfreys thought in his heart, and then his shining eyes suddenly shone brightly, and the vitality he just absorbed immediately turned into firewood of flesh and blood, adding it to the blazing lamp in his skull, making the glow of the lamp-appearance more and more prosperous.

His eyes seemed to be able to see the essence of everything in the world, and the things in his vision showed their truest original appearance.

He seemed to be able to see the structure and origin of this heart.