Chapter 60 What Is Influence?

Watson is now very familiar with entering the forest. The sharp and low branches that used to stand on the Dream Walk path are now being lifted up in cooperation as if to welcome him.

He seemed to have some kind of hallucination, and his thoughts wandered back to the past - when he retired from the army and returned to his hometown. As soon as he got off the bumpy bus with his luggage, he met Aunt Six who was chatting with melon seeds under the banyan tree at the head of the village. They stood up in surprise and joy, overturning the wooden stools under their butts, and the Third Grand Duke, who was smoking a dry cigarette, with expressions of welcome and fear on their faces.

Watson walked through the direct path connecting the self-dream and the forest, and truly settled in the dark ancient forest.

He stepped on the moss layer, which was as soft as a fine blanket, and felt that the soft touch under his feet was slightly different from the forest floor this morning. The thick moss seemed to be shaking slightly, but it was not the shaking of the earth's crust, but more like The flat leaves seemed to be trembling with fear.

"What happened in the woodland?"

Watson walked forward with doubts, and within a few steps he already knew the reason for this abnormality - it was the mottled moon shadow splashed between the branches of the tree crown!

It turns out that the moonlight all over the sky tonight has once again become dangerous and aggressive. Compared with the previous night, the bright moonlight is fuller and shining like a sharp sword. It dispels the darkness of the forest and at the same time, it also makes the bright moon fall. The moss receded in panic like a tidal wave.

Watson looked up at the pale arc moon, and saw that the perfect moon disk with no traces of meteorite bombings seemed to be trembling slightly, as if he was desperately suppressing his rage and irritability, but the scattered moonlight could not help but be contaminated. The color and power of the wrath of heaven fell on the forest floor, causing a strange effect.

Just by staring at Hu Yue, he could already feel the cold moonlight penetrating his pupils, and his eyes were covered with a silvery white color as bright as a mirror.

The needle-sharp moonlight pierced his spirit, and like Jack's peas in the fairy tale, it quickly took root and sprouted in his soul, and strange feelings quickly spread and grew in his heart.

Watson felt an unprecedented itch. The weird itch did not come from the skin on the body, but from the simulated flesh and blood inside the soul body!

He scratched his chest involuntarily, trying to tear open the skin and open the body cavity, reach in and pull out the internal organs and bones, and rub it against the rough bark to soothe the intense itching like burrs piercing his heart.

His ten fingers scratched the skin, and bright red blood oozed out. The weak pain awakened his mind. The moth in his skull was the first to wake up. It vibrated its scale wings and stirred up waves of nothingness, rooting those things as deeply into his thoughts as hair. The wisps of flesh and blood were uprooted and expelled by the moonlight.

Watson's eyes regained their clarity, and he quickly moved out of the moonlight. He lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at the bright moon in the sky. He calmed his breathing with lingering fear.

"I'm careless... The enthusiasm in the forest recently made me almost forget that Mansu is the world where Si Chen lives. All the phenomena here are weird and beyond common sense and imagination!"

"Unexpectedly, even the natural phenomenon of the moon's waxing and waning contains dangers that are difficult to resist!"

"We must continue to act cautiously, don't see, don't hear, don't move!"

Watson warned himself, and his body was completely hidden in the thick shade of the forest. In line with the intracranial moth's familiarity with the forest, he silently and slowly walked through the darkness mottled with dazzling silver light.

He hoped that tonight he could find the third scripture about the principles of the secret history again, so as to compare and confirm the secrets represented by the secret history. It was like searching for gold sand from the sea of ​​gravel. As long as he came into contact with enough secrets, one day he would be able to Discover and summarize the laws and significance of secret history.

But things in the world obviously won't work as he wants, especially in this Mansu world controlled by all the Sichens.

He searched hard for a long time, but could not find the inscribed chapters containing secret history scriptures that should have been left by those strange moles in hidden places such as moss, tree roots, and underground caves.

Even Watson has been hovering near the border of the forest. He hid in the shadows and peered at the rugged boulders in the distance. For a long time, he was unable to find the scriptures of the secret history, nor did he see the cruel and ancient bloody sacrifices at noon. The secret compilation process.

Even if you use your eyesight enough to look at the huge lantern-shaped black fruit hanging from the side of the strange boulder, you can only see a twisted shadow that condenses into a substantial darkness. There are also carvings on the surrounding stone walls that contain secrets. Even The carvings revealing the four signatures that I saw during my dream walk at noon have also been submerged and covered by lichen and moss. Those secrets may have been swallowed by a powerful being.

Watson was thinking about whether he should continue to wait, and whether he should test the limits of Mansu Dreamwalking. After all, he had withdrawn and returned to the waking world several times in the past due to exposure to mysterious things... If he had been living in peace and harmony. If I stay where I am, will something appear to interrupt my dreamwalk, or will the qualities in my soul that symbolize the key and fuel of my dreamwalk run out on their own, forcing me to be sent back to the waking world?

Or is there a more terrifying possibility that my consciousness will stay in the sky forever and be separated from my body in the waking world... Then I will die completely because of the loss of the supply of flesh and blood nutrients? !

Thinking of this possibility, Watson suddenly became anxious. He didn't want to die so quietly, especially since his body might become a vegetative person lying on a hospital bed with incontinence. Even if he was shot through by thousands of bullets on the battlefield, even if he died tragically in a fight with a distorted creature, even if he was arrested and imprisoned by Holmes at the crime scene... No matter which ending it was, it would be better than waiting to die in silence!

The moth in his skull seemed to sense his urgency, and it slightly vibrated its scaly wings to guide him to look up.

Watson placed his palm flat on his forehead to block his upward vision, to avoid accidentally seeing the shape of the crescent moon, and followed the moth's guidance to look towards the jagged boulder.

On the top of the jagged boulder that was as tall as a Gothic church, there stood a figure. The other person's face was not clearly visible because he was facing the moonlight. He just raised his arms parallel to the ground, stood straight with his legs together, and his head tilted down, like a cross on the top of the sect, or a statue of Jesus suffering.

This was the second time Watson met a human in the Mansu Forest. In his heart, he actually wanted to go up and talk to him, whether it was to exchange knowledge about the rules of the hour or to exchange skills of life and death... It was a very good choice.

But the other person's frank appearance bathing in the strange moonlight gave Watson a sense of foreboding - the other person was either a high-level secret practitioner who could ignore the influence of the restless moonlight, or... he had fallen under the influence of the arc moon and lost his mind!

Watson first looked away, carefully examining his own situation, whether he was also indirectly affected by the arc moon, whether he was quietly planting the seeds of restlessness... The result was that he was safe and sound. It seemed that as long as he was not directly exposed to the pouring of moonlight or directly witnessed the trembling arc moon, he would still not be affected by the weirdness.

He continued to focus his eyes on the figure on the top of the jagged boulder, closely following the other party's next move.

The figure with his arms raised like a cross still stood on the top of the peak. The other party's clothes that came with the dream fluttered in the strong wind. It seemed to be a wide and thick nightgown made of silk. It seemed that this person should be a female dreamer, or a male dreamer with a transvestite.

The dreamer who maintained the cross posture was also swaying slightly in the wind, as if he would be blown down by a strong wind in the next second.

Watson's self-talk in his heart had not yet ended, and the sky seemed to really listen to his inner words. Suddenly, a violent hurricane came, and the branches of the forest sprinkled fallen leaves. The figure on the top of the boulder also fell like a rootless leaf, floating like a leaf drifting in the wind, and finally fell to the ground with a snap, and the bright red splashed on the dark green moss and the graffiti on the boulder.

But what puzzled Watson was that the moss that had greedily devoured Elson's body was now facing this delicacy that fell from the sky, but it was avoiding it, as if it had seen some terrifying food. The layers of moss that fell into silence under the moonlight seemed to be suddenly awakened, trembling violently and rolling like waves and retreating rapidly, leaving a large open space next to the fallen corpse.

Watson was increasingly suspicious and curious. He murmured in his heart, as if asking the opinion of the moth in the skull.

"Will watching that corpse pose any threat or adverse effect on me?"

The moth in the skull was just quiet, but sometimes silence was a silent answer.

He climbed to the top of the tree with confidence, hiding in the dense canopy, and looked into the distance through the gaps between the branches and leaves. He saw the corpse lying in a pool of its own blood. The laces of the nightgown had been untied, and the clothes were open to the outside like a window, just like its snow-white chest was also exposed, and its internal organs that still had vitality were also exposed to the ruthless moonlight, still struggling and beating.

Watson suddenly felt a strange influence sweeping over like a surging wave, just like the different feelings when facing Patrolman Lance, Deformed Harris and Flash Blade Master William.

He wanted to close his eyes tightly, but his eyelids opened uncontrollably, and the buttons of the hospital gown loosened one by one. The breeze gently unbuttoned it, and he also exposed his chest.

Even though the light of the arc moon was blocked by the tree canopy, he still felt the new wounds and old scars begin to ache, and the closed flesh seemed to want to open again, causing the scars to open again!

The moth in the skull then slowly vibrated its wings to gather all the feelings.

Watson felt relieved, and the back of his head had been sweating profusely in the bizarre feeling just now, and a large area of ​​the hospital pillow was wet.

But the impact of witnessing the corpse with the chest open was so profound, far surpassing the various strange effects he had experienced before, so that even if he returned to the waking world, the impact of the desire to open up remained in his heart.

It’s just that this time the impact... seems to be a little different. Now that he has calmed down, there is no longer a threat of losing control of his mind. Instead, it is like a strand of restrained and controllable emotions entangled in his heart. He unconsciously wants to release it and resonate with the world.

"I seem to be able to control this emotion?"

Watson stood up and walked to the door of the ward. He closed his eyes and recalled the emotion in his mind. Under the emotional resonance, a mysterious power attached to his fingers, which was transmitted to the door handle through his fingertips.

The cold and mindless mechanical creation seemed to be affected by this emotion. The gears inside turned and opened the door by themselves!

At this moment, the emotion that resonated in Watson's heart had only dissipated one tenth or one twelveth.

He suddenly realized.

"So this is the correct way to open Mansu!"

"Through dreamwalking, steal supernatural power from Mansu that can affect reality!"

Watson stared at the finger that was wrapped in power, and plotted in his mind:

"This power seems to have other uses besides unlocking... The mortal body has many tightly closed gaps."

At this point, the power system of this book has been roughly revealed. Secret transmission-distortion (second setting)-influence-ritual-ambitious youth... These elements in the original work have appeared, and even readers who have not been exposed to the game should be able to understand them.

So, the first volume of taboos ends.

Hey! According to the routine, shouldn't the author leave a suspense to end the chapter so that readers can continue to read?