Chapter 256 I Understand, Chief Watson

Nello Bacchus suddenly felt his head was unusually heavy, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights, and the spring of his mind seemed to have rusted and was difficult to turn... What's going on? I just drank a small sip of wine and I can't do it?

No! This is not the effect of alcohol at all. With my current physique, how could I be dizzy because of a little alcohol? He suddenly looked up at John, who was smiling in front of him, and struggled to say: "It's you! You actually-"

Before he could spit out the poisonous words, the strange dizziness rushed over like a raging sea wave, quickly drowning Nello's consciousness. He seemed to be drunk, and his thinking was slow and stupid.

In a trance, Nello struggled to stand up and swing his arms to attack forward, but his fist hit John in front of him, but he felt that his fist fell into the air-John Watson, who was sitting and smiling, seemed to be just an illusory shadow.

However, the next second, the weird laughing phantom suddenly vibrated violently, vibrating at an unprecedented high amplitude and high frequency rhythm!

The thin figure seemed to become blurred in the wild vibration, as if the second and third John Watson gradually grew out from both sides of the main body, and it seemed that countless John Watson figures overlapped and intertwined.

Then the frequency of the wild vibration became more and more intense, and those overlapping figures continued to spread to the left and right, as if countless John... Chief Watson was surrounding him! All he could see was that sinister smile, and the creepy laughter kept echoing in the room.

Two Chief Watsons leaned over his ears, and another Chief Watson stood behind him. It seemed that another Chief Watson had drilled into his brain... Maybe there was more than one, and the inner wall of the skull seemed to have dense reliefs, and the content of the carvings was Chief Watson's face!

The thousands of Watson officers in his head whispered in unison:

"Nello Bucks, follow me to see the real world!"

"The real... world?"

Nello Bucks couldn't help but murmur this sentence, his whole body was convulsing and twitching as if he was electrocuted, his head was raised high, his eyes were filled with turbid white, and wild black followed the bloodshot to invade his eyes.

When he heard the words of Chief Watson, it was as if he had received an unquestionable military order, and a door somewhere deep in his skull slowly opened, and the memory hidden deep in his blood seemed to begin to revive, or perhaps it should be said that some useless memories were gradually being abandoned... He recalled many touching memories and forgot many meaningless loyalties.

The stubborn seed deep in his heart struggled to shine, but this bright glow was soon rendered with a hint of chaotic filth, and then followed a little crystal teardrop and was thrown out of the body.

Tears slowly slid down from the corners of his eyes, mixed with regret and anger. The past was vivid in his mind, those meaningless killings, those ruthless cruelties... Nello, who had come to his senses, was grief-stricken. He already knew his true noble rationality, and he should devote himself to the pursuit of true freedom.

"So that's it, today I know that I am myself..."

Nello shuddered suddenly, and his consciousness suddenly woke up. He looked down at the wine glass in his hand. There was still a nearly full glass of whiskey in the transparent wine glass, as if he had not drunk it yet.

The hands of time seemed to be reversed, and it seemed to return to the initial conversation between the two, as if nothing had started yet, and nothing had changed.

But Nello Bucks knew in his heart that everything was different.

A moment of turbid clarity flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and lowered his head to the respected Chief Watson.

"I understand, Chief Watson, I will strictly follow your instructions."

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It was late at night, and the crescent moon once again occupied the highest throne in the sky. The awake mortals could not escape from the vortex of sleep.

The time for overtime work at night had arrived. The deputy leader of the Crossroads Sect once again led the church members to dive into the cold river until they stepped on the soft riverbed and stepped into the secret door of the stone wall at the bottom of the river.

After getting out of the water, Nello lit the oil lamp in the tunnel to illuminate the way to the underground headquarters.

Perhaps it was the fatigue of working for days, his spirit seemed a little tired. When he went to the gate of the headquarters, he held the oil lamp in one hand and supported the wall with the other hand. However, he seemed to have forgotten how amazing his strength was now. Five thick fingers just pressed casually on the rock wall of the riverbed tunnel, and easily poked five deep holes.

The followers who followed behind looked at the five holes and imitated them by inserting their fingers into the five holes and scratching them hard... Not to mention further expanding the five holes, they couldn't even loosen the stone and soil in the holes.

Hiss... The Crossroads Esoteric took a breath of cold air, not just because he was surprised by the strong strength of Deputy Leader Nero, but because he bent his fingers too hard just now and almost broke his fingers in the holes.

He turned his head and said quietly: "Mr. Nero's strength is really getting stronger and stronger. I guess his blade has been promoted to the third level?"

"Of course, if Mr. Nero is not powerful, how could he be the deputy leader? Is he as weak as you, an ordinary worker on the slaughter assembly line?" Having said that, the third Esoteric couldn't restrain his curiosity. He also stretched out a finger and put it into the hole on the stone wall, scratching and grabbing, in and out, poking his fingers so hard that he couldn't shake the hard stone at all.

"Tch - you, a little forger and boilermaker, have the nerve to laugh at me! Fortunately, you are also a first-level caster. You can't penetrate this stone wall...your fingers are just like that thing of yours. It’s soft, lacks hardness and even less strength! ”

"Hey, you actually dare to make fun of my skills?! I will try your skills on the weekends -" The third esoteric cultist showed a lewd smile and patted the strong buttocks in front.

Nero couldn't stand the whispers between the two people behind him anymore, and cursed angrily: "Shut up, you two! Don't let me hear you discussing those disgusting and dirty things in the headquarters again, or I will kill you two." Pull that thing off and stuff it between you two!”

On this matter alone, the entire team remained silent, but the Crossroads esoteric cultists who heard the discussion in front couldn't help but reach in and touch it every time they passed by the five-finger-thick hole.

However, their attention was focused on the five most obvious holes, but they all missed a finger hole hidden in the shadows. When it first surfaced, deputy leader Nero bent down to pick up the unburned hole. Before his oil lamp illuminated the tunnel, he had taken advantage of the cover of darkness to quietly poke a relatively inconspicuous hole in the stone wall. Deep in the hole was a piece of paper, with today's secret message for opening the door written on it.

"What drum can cause an adulterer to go crazy and commit suicide?"

"Only the skin of Mathias the Oracle... and my skin."

The wet Melanie softly recited the secret code for opening the door on the paper, already understanding it by heart. She turned back and nodded slightly towards the members of the Anti-Suppression Bureau hidden under the dark cloak.

"It's time to move on."

The elite extermination team member, whose face was hidden under the metal mask, nodded slightly and waved his hand to signal the team members behind him to follow.