Chapter 323 Low-Level Mistake

Charlotte looked at John Watson, whose eyes were filled with tears, and her slender eyebrows could not help but slightly wrinkle.

In her cognition, no matter what kind of suffering and disaster Watson had suffered, he would never show such a cowardly expression - a man's tears should be more precious than gold.

But what surprised her even more was that Watson, whose eyes were still red, restrained his weak posture in the next second, and put on a confident and firm smile on his face, as if the episode just now was just an illusion.

But it was this kind of uncertainty that made the female detective believe in Dr. George's judgment more - although Watson's violent desire to attack had disappeared, he had symptoms of delusion and split personality.

John Watson, who had undressed himself from handcuffs and shackles, slowly sat down at the reception table. Following the advice of his subconscious mind Watson, he pretended to smile a faint smile that he had practiced for a long time, which was three parts careless, three parts confident, three parts deep, and one part friendly. God knows how Watson came up with such an inhuman adjective. A human face is not a palette. How can it express so many complex emotions at the same time? !

He first raised his head slightly, and his slightly narrowed right eye seemed to contain endless deep melancholy. I believe such a look will surely impress Miss Charlotte and let her know that I am a mature man who has experienced many ups and downs.

He also deliberately lowered his voice, imitating the hoarse and magnetic tone of an English gentleman, and nodded again:

"Long time no see, Miss Charlotte."

Little did he know that his self-proclaimed masculine smile performance had been completely understood by the sharp-eyed female detective, and his beautiful eyebrows twitched slightly.

Rose, the girl standing behind Charlotte, could no longer suppress her laughter. She burst out laughing and covered her mouth with her hands, saying:

"Hahaha, Mr. Watson, how come you are so funny? Hahaha, this performance is too funny. I can't help it. Hahaha--"

John Watson saw that his disguise seemed to be exposed, and a trace of panic inevitably flashed across his face, but he still remembered Watson's teachings in his heart-even if the disguise was exposed, he must grit his teeth and continue to persevere. As long as we don't feel embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed!

So he continued to bite the bullet and continue to recite according to the script in his mind.

First, he sighed meaningfully. Watson must pretend that his life has been very unsatisfactory recently-this is easier to imitate. After all, his previous 20 years were definitely not happy. It was only after he moved into this mental hospital that he really lived a good life without worries about food and clothing.

"Alas... I'm really sorry that I caused so many people to be injured because of my mental problems some time ago. Miss Charlotte, you had to send me to the hospital for treatment... Now thinking back, I feel very guilty for my indiscriminate attack on anyone before. I hope Miss Charlotte can apologize to the injured guys on my behalf."

"But thanks to you sending me to this sanatorium, under the treatment of Dr. George, I feel that my mental state has been much more relaxed, and the missing memories have gradually recovered... I can already recall the scene when I first met Miss Charlotte, and the leisure time we had in the detective agency."

John Watson said, looking up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, as if he missed the past time very much-why Watson must emphasize looking up at a 45-degree angle, can I look more handsome at this angle?

The female detective looked at Watson's clumsy performance and said calmly: "Really? Watson, do you remember how you figured out that I lived in a manor outside the city when we first met?"

"Of course I remember!" John Watson replied excitedly. Haha, Watson really didn't lie to me. He really is my subconscious mind. He really has some of the memories I lost!!!

"It rained heavily that morning, and the roads in the city were muddy, but your soles were very clean. Even if you travel by carriage, you must step on the mud in the courtyard and in front of the door when you go out... So I inferred that you came from outside the city."

"As for how to infer that you live in the manor instead of the village, it is because your clothes look exquisite and delicate, and the pair of long boots must be selected from the best calfskin... This proves that your family is definitely not poor, and the fact that you can meet friends like Stanford proves that you are also an upper class in London. If you think about it this way, you can naturally infer that you live in a manor outside the city!"

John Watson said confidently. At the beginning of his narration, he glanced to the upper left according to Watson's instructions, creating the phenomenon of recalling - although he was indeed recalling what Watson said, he still didn't quite understand, would people have such subtle changes in expression when recalling? Why did I never notice it in the past, and why did Watson know such knowledge? !

After listening to this concise inference process, Charlotte finally revealed a rare faint smile on her cold face.

Her thoughts seemed to drift back to that simple time. It was only a few months, but she felt that a lot of things had happened during this period. If it was recorded in the format of the novel written by Watson, it might be close to a million words.

"Very good, Watson, your condition is indeed gradually recovering... Maybe you will soon be able to recall the things under the Crossroads Hospital?"

"Uh... What is the Crossroads Hospital?" John Watson asked, thinking that Watson didn't mention this to me. Did he miss it? Would he reveal any flaws?

He couldn't help but panic, and even subconsciously wanted to seek Watson's help - but Watson would only appear when he was alone, and it was obviously not the case now.

Charlotte carefully looked at John Watson's expression. Through his confused and ignorant eyes, she could be sure that he had indeed lost the memory related to the Crossroads Hospital.

This result was not unexpected to her. Regardless of whether Watson was a brainwashed henchman of the ‘professor’ or simply suffered the aftermath of the destruction of the Crossroads Cult, he should not have remembered the memory of the Crossroads Hospital.

The professor could not have made such a low-level mistake, and Watson, who had already betrayed, could not have made such a low-level mistake.