Chapter 318 Watson and Watson

John Watson clattered away with the thick pile of information and documents in his arms.

He was handcuffed and shackled and accompanied by three heavily armed caregivers.

Although this John only only has the first-level Blade Aspect and the second-level Heart Aspect, he doesn't know why he is so frighteningly strong. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't know any force-generating techniques, he would be completely unable to exert the true strength of his strong body. A strong man simply couldn't control him.

His physical strength far exceeds that of an average blademan, and his lean muscles are so hard when stretched and stretched that they can't even insert a sedative needle!

If not for the commotion of the past few days, John Watson had initially recognized the reality and calmed down, and the auxiliary treatment designed by the dean had indeed achieved remarkable results.

George absolutely did not dare to be alone in a room with such a dangerous lunatic - in order to gain the patient's trust, he had to be alone with the patient.

John Watson's power far exceeding that of a first-order blade man obviously does not conform to the common sense of the hidden world, but George can give a reasonable explanation - the answer is hidden in the copy of John Watson's resume in his hand.

No, it shouldn't be said to be hidden, it should be said to be explicit - any scholar who knows the basic knowledge of the hidden world can immediately understand why this man can obtain the extraordinary code of conduct when he sees John Watson's service experience. Blessed by force - this person is highly consistent with the principles of the blade!

John Watson's performance on the battlefield was too dazzling. Just through the shocking battles in the text, George could already profile John Watson's battlefield personality.

Cunning, cold and stoic!

He was once lame and then blind, and now he is even more injured by peeling skin. If such an excellent blader did not become a disciple of the colonel, even George would feel sorry.

Therefore, the reason why John Watson has an unusually strong body is easily solved. The cause is the blade, and the result is also the blade. The highly compatible phase will naturally be able to obtain far beyond ordinary principle power feedback.

However, George still had a strong doubt in his heart - why did a war hero like John Watson look so indecisive after losing his memory and returning to the stage when he first enlisted in the army? !

Is human potential really so powerful? Is the potential sexual aspect really so powerful? Can even a coward transform into a true hero if given the right time and place? ! ! !

Until the sound of the thumb-thick iron chain dragging on the floor gradually faded away, George never got the answer to this question.

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John Watson walks down the corridor of the hospital holding thick documents about his disappeared past.

In fact, it is not free time now. Most of the patients are still in their dormitories/prisons. When he drags his shackles, which are not particularly heavy, through the dormitory area, the clanking sound of the chains wakes him up. Patients taking a lunch break.

The patient dormitory area of ​​the lunatic asylum is divided into three areas, mainly based on the patient's dangerousness, offensiveness and researchability.

Area 1 is a mildly out-of-control area and is a three-story hotel-style building.

Through the small fence on the door panel, you can see that the environment inside the ward is quite comfortable. The wire mesh windows reflect the cold light in winter. The room is fully equipped with furniture, such as sofa beds, bookshelves and small tables. Different styles can even be affixed according to the patient's requirements. Wallpaper, if you didn't say it, no one would guess that this is the residence of a supernatural mental patient.

Patients in this area have the most free time for daily activities, and they can even apply for additional activity time and outing opportunities based on good performance.

The temperaments of these patients have returned to normal people. Even if they are awakened by the noisy sound of iron chains dragging the floor in their sleep, they only frown slightly and forcibly suppress the restless desires in their hearts, using pillows. Cover your ears and continue to rest - due to the effects of psychotropic drugs, patients generally suffer from sequelae such as drowsiness and drowsiness, but compared with the consequences of indulgent sexual desires, the cost is absolutely negligible. .

Area 2 is a moderately out-of-control area, a cold and pure white building.

The door panels are all forged from thick and hard metal. In order to prevent patients from self-injury, the walls are covered with cushioning materials in an innovative way.

Most of the patients in this area are burdened with restraint instruments or need to be wrapped in tough restraints from beginning to end. They have very little activity time and must be supervised by nurses.

These patients are extremely aggressive. Most of them sleep in cages with restraints. When they hear the noise that disturbs their nap, they immediately twist their bodies desperately and roar in an irritable and restless manner.

And John Watson lives in this area - originally based on the aggressiveness he showed after being admitted to the hospital, he should have been assigned to Area 3, which is as tight as a prison.

But Dean Isaac considered that John Watson was sent by Miss Holmes personally, and that the secret transmission level was indeed lower, so he simply placed him in Area 2.

John Watson listened to the roaring sounds coming from inside the ward when he passed by, but he was used to it - sometimes he admired his ability to adapt, although he was trembling with fear when he first came, thinking that those Gaji cultists were Torturing people in other rooms.

But every time a nurse entered his room, even if his calves were trembling with fear, he still stood up and resisted - even if he died, I would drag you to be buried with him!

Thinking about it now, he felt quite ashamed. It was obvious that the nurses and doctors were doing it for his own good. They just wanted to give him an injection and change the medicine, but he fought with them.

Thinking of this, John Watson apologized to the three nurses who were responsible for supervising him: "I'm really sorry for what happened before. I was not sober at that time. I caused trouble for you three... I'm very sorry."

The three muscular nurses looked at each other, but they all tacitly did not reply. They just nodded slightly and said "hmm", and then continued to escort the patients to the corresponding dormitories - these lunatics are always like this, sometimes gentle and humble, sometimes irritable, and they have long since stopped believing any words of these lunatics.

"Hey man! You're back so soon! How is it? Did George, the pervert, secretly touch your butt?!"

The enthusiastic neighbor asked with his head pressed against the small window of the fence that was only the width of a palm.

John Watson glanced at this person, but did not reply, just shook his head slowly.

"Hahaha, I knew this pervert wouldn't dare to commit crimes again! You have to thank me. If I hadn't used up all the power of enlightenment that I had accumulated for a long time to open his horse's eyes, he would have to squat like a woman to urinate... otherwise he would splash on your butt again!"

Power of enlightenment, horse's eyes, splashing butt... John Watson didn't understand the logic in this sentence, but he didn't intend to figure it out. Now his top priority is to recall the lost memory through the information in his hand.

In the words of Dr. George, it is to resonate through association and let the cells in the brain revive... Well, that's probably the reason.

Returning to his own ward 103, John Watson was allowed to remove the handcuffs and shackles.

A nurse stood in front of him and took out the key to unlock the handcuffs, while the other two nurses stood behind him and waited for him.

Although John Watson now looks like he has regained some sanity, he is still a moderately out-of-control patient and must not be taken lightly - the bruises that have not yet fully healed remind them of this.

John Watson understands the three nurses' precautions very well. After all, his previous actions were indeed quite radical. Even now, when he thinks back, he can't understand what he was thinking at the time. He just feels confused in his head.

He holds the document in his hand and seems to have regained the passion he had when he signed the service contract - a beautiful tomorrow and future are waiting for him, and this time he doesn't even need to fight bloody battles, just need to read through this thick stack of text!

"Do you really believe the nonsense that shit George said?"

"Do you really think that you can restore your memory by reading the information?"

"And there is one more important thing..."

"Hehe, have you forgotten that you are almost illiterate?"

John Watson, who was taking off his handcuffs, heard a familiar sneer in his ears.

He looked in the direction of the voice and saw another self squatting on the bed in an extremely weird posture, with his feet completely on the bed, his buttocks close to his ankles and his knees apart, but his buttocks completely suspended in the air... He had only seen such a weird squatting posture on Asians.

"Oh, you mean this posture... Don't you think squatting like this will give people a very carefree feeling? It feels like this person is very lazy and languid."

John Watson did not answer the question of another self, he just maintained a faint smile on his face, waiting for the three nurses to leave, and then came to the bedside, thinking of lying directly on the bed to start reading the literature in his hand - anyway, this other self is just an illusory shadow, and he will not kick the other person if he lies directly on the bed.

However, he still moved his feet away for some reason, chose to sit against the wall, and left half of the bed empty for the other self to continue to squat on the bed.

John Watson flipped through the obscure documents that were like a heavenly book, and murmured in a voice as light as a mosquito:

"You said that Dr. George and Dean Isaac were lying to me, what about you?"

"You didn't even tell me your name and origin... You just kept whispering in my ear, ordering me to kill everyone in the hospital immediately."

"But Dr. George and Dean Isaac are really helping me, healing my wounds for free, and helping me sort out the current situation."

"Tell me, one side is ordering me to do evil, and the other side is helping me and persuading me, which side should I believe?"

The other self just smiled meaningfully, "I think the answer is already clear. If you really believe those quacks, why didn't you tell them just now that you not only often hear whispers in your head, but also see another self who smiles evilly all day long ”

“Hehe, I’m just sick, not stupid. My first priority now is to cure my amnesia and get my reward… I heard that the beautiful lady who sent me to the hospital is from the famous Sherlock Holmes family in London!”

“And she seems to think highly of me. So when I recover, I will definitely be able to find a good job in the city through her relationship! Then I can live a good life of eating meat and drinking wine every day!!!”

John Watson rubbed his dizzy eyes, and felt that the dense letters on the paper seemed like a wriggling fly, flying around in front of his eyes, but even so he still understood a small part of the content, such as he had defended his position alone and repelled many attacks… It seemed that he was really an extraordinary war hero.

"Speaking of which, I originally thought you were the memory of those two years I lost... But now it seems that you, who smiles all day long, how could you be the war hero described in the document?"

"So who the hell are you?!"

John Watson closed the page, turned his head and stared at his other self, who was looking up at a forty-five degree angle and whistling.

"Hee hee, you can call me Watson. The pronunciation of your last name is very close, but there is still a slight difference. The key is the pronunciation of the first part."

"As for who I am... Hehe, you can understand me as a wish-fulfillment trader. As long as you are willing to pay such a small price, I can realize any of your wishes." Another person who calls himself Watson Twist your thumb and index finger together, the distance between the two fingers is infinitely close to zero.

John Watson seemed a little unable to help laughing, "Any wish?"

"If you are really that powerful, then why don't you guess what I want most right now?"

Watson just smiled and said: "You want too much. Not only do you want to be successful, you also want to be admired and feared, and you also want to enjoy all the good things. You even want to be Charlotte Holmes." !”

John Watson's smile suddenly froze. It was obvious that his inner thoughts were clearly guessed. He couldn't help but lower his head in shame, wondering in his heart, could his little thoughts be seen through so easily?

"Yes, it's very, very easy. It's about as difficult as seeing through the eyes of a three-year-old child eager for a toy."

"Scared, you can't blame me. Miss Holmes is smart, beautiful, and of noble birth. Any man would fall in love with her, right?! Moreover, Miss Holmes cares about me so much and even sent me here for treatment. In her heart You must have a certain fondness for my existence!”

"You are wrong... You have obviously fallen into the three major illusions in life: he/she also likes me, I must be extraordinary, and I still have a chance."

"But human nature is to fear and admire strength. The secret love of a lowly person is as useless as shit to a high-ranking person. Even if Miss Holmes does have a slight affection for you, the object of her affection is only before she lost her memory. you, not the cowardly and incompetent you you are now.

"You don't even have any value for Holmes to use. Her feelings for you are only sympathy and pity... Do you like the whining wild dogs picked up by the roadside?"

John Watson, who had rarely developed a secret love in so many years, heard these merciless words from Watson, and immediately sighed dejectedly, "Am I really that bad? Do I really have no hope at all? ?”

Watson hugged the sad dog's shoulders affectionately, "Man, it's not all hopeless... I have a clever plan here, which may help you gain the trust of Holmes."

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Sebastian slowly brought his father's eyes into his mind, and his body trembled slightly as a strange vibration reached his skull.

But in an instant, his eyes regained their clarity, and even revealed an indescribable indifference.

He looked at the immature ketone body lying in front of him, first moved the unfamiliar body, and then murmured softly:

"Long time no see, little Anna."