Chapter 65 The Moth in the Brain Has Its Own Ideas

The air of the secular world once again rushed into his nasal cavity, mixed with the smell of modern industrial waste gas and information rushing into his brain, and Watson had returned to the waking world.

After he walked into the woods in his dream that night and witnessed the dance of his destined wife, he felt that the restlessness in his heart seemed to have calmed down a lot, and his heart was no longer filled with irritability and anxiety. Some of the strange desires had been vented, and now he only had a pure desire to kill.

In this dream, Watson not only successfully exchanged the secret of the four signs from Mary Morstan to obtain the secret method of "influence", but also learned some basic knowledge of the mysterious world.

His thoughts went back to not long ago, back to the conversation with the female dancer...

According to what the female dancer said at that time, if the secret transmitter wants to launch "influence" in the waking world, the first condition is to practice the first-level secret transmission of any principle to the perfect state. After fully understanding the true meaning of the secret scriptures, the aspect of the principle can be said to be formally rooted in the soul.

The aspect of the principle will draw nourishment from the behavior of the secret transmitter, and thus give back a small amount of mana and a more hungry desire... If the will of the secret transmitter is not firm enough and cannot control the surging desire, he will sink into the heterogeneous temptation, and the light in the skull that symbolizes reason will most likely be stained with turbid madness, thus transforming into a distorted person who has lost his reason.

"We mortals embark on the path of secret transmission because of our own desires, chasing more magnificent desires... But if we want to continue to climb higher, we must follow the principles to release desires, and we must also reasonably and moderately indulge desires, and resist the temptation in front of us with deeper and farther searches."

"Mr. Watson, you may not understand this very well, so let me explain it with a simple example-first, let's assume that Mr. Watson is a gourmet who pursues delicious food. Now there is a long table of delicious food in front of you. The deliciousness of these dishes increases step by step, but you must taste the previous food before you can continue to taste the subsequent food."

"Before you start tasting , you may think that you can definitely control your inner desire, and you only taste each dish lightly. "

"But when you put the first spoonful of the dish into your mouth, the sensation from your taste buds is so wonderful that it almost shocks your heart. Even though you know that the subsequent dishes will be even more delicious, you have never experienced such deliciousness. You think to yourself, is there any food in the world that is more delicious than the dish in front of me? "

"You can't help but taste it again, and the second dish that follows has a rich and layered taste, and you unconsciously taste it twice more... That's it, as the deliciousness of the dishes gradually increases, You are increasingly unable to control your desires, and you want to take a few more bites of each dish. "

"But the abilities of mortals are limited, just as our stomach capacity is limited. When you are greedy to enjoy the delicious food that is at your fingertips, your capacity gradually reaches its limit, and you can no longer taste the supreme and peerless delicacy... But if you still force yourself to continue, continue to lift the spoon to swallow the food, then... At that time, your belly will burst with a bang, not only will all the delicious food you swallowed before leak out, but even your own stomach will splash out, and your road will be broken. "

"To give another vulgar example, Watson Sir, you are now pursuing a noble and cold rich daughter, but she is as cold and noble as a flower on a mountain. If you want to pick this rare and beautiful flower, you must climb the dangerous peak with wind, frost, rain and snow. "

"However, on your way to the top of the mountain, you suddenly meet a passionate lady halfway up the mountain. She may not be as elegant as that flower in terms of family background, appearance and figure, but she is right in front of you. It seems that as long as you stretch out your hand, you can hold her in your arms, rub her ears and feel the soft jade and warm fragrance within reach... At this time, Mr. Watson, can you still calm down and pursue the cold and beautiful flower at the top? "

Miss Mary Morstan said so.

When Watson heard Mary Morstan's words, he always felt that the other party seemed to be not only giving examples to illustrate the relationship between secret transmission and desire, but also implicitly alluding to other things?

Fortunately, the female dancer finally got to the point later, saying that the secret transmission was only the first requirement. Next, he had to cultivate his spiritual thinking so that his mind could sink into his soul and feel the immature principle phase. Only in this way could he extract the secret power from it, use the secret method to drive the power to establish a connection with the world, and induce the principle phase to resonate with the waking world or Mansu, so as to achieve the goal of exerting influence and other wonderful uses.

The female dancer's explanation was just as he had originally imagined. To activate the secret influence, the secret phase in the brain needs to resonate with reality, but... Watson felt the fat moth flapping its wings happily in his brain, and he thought to himself: "Does it take practice to feel the principle phase?"

However, he followed the secret method taught by Ms. Mary Morstan, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not induce his moth in his brain... It seemed that his moth phase was more independent than the moth phase of the female dancer, and had its own ideas.

That night, he and the female dancer tried many methods... None of them worked, and the moth in the brain yawned out of boredom.

This discovery surprised Mary Morstan again and again. She said frankly that this had touched upon her blind spot in knowledge and she had to go back to consult her mentor. "I don't know where you live, Mr. Watson. After I get the result of my inquiry, I will visit you and tell you the result."

Watson considered that he was still a disguised cripple in the waking world, but the dancer saw him as a healthy person with flexible legs and feet. This difference might lead to a flaw in his disguise.

He declined the dancer's kindness and said tactfully:

"It is not convenient for me to be hospitalized now because of my injury. I will visit the molting club in person after I am discharged from the hospital. I can also enjoy Miss Mary's wonderful performance by the way."

When Mary heard this, she wanted to ask Mr. Watson which hospital he was in, so she decided to visit him tomorrow.

But she was also a person with moth-like appearance. She was flexible in thinking and not as ignorant as a woman who lived in seclusion for a long time. She immediately realized that the other party must have some unspeakable secrets and was not suitable for meeting her directly.

She smiled and said, "Then I will be waiting for you, Mr. Watson."

Then the female dancer taught Watson how to get out of Mansu on his own. This method requires holding your breath and keeping quiet, as if you are falling asleep again, and then relaxing the control of your body and naturally falling backward. The weightlessness when falling is enough to wake up the real life body and pull the soul body that is traveling in Mansu back to the waking world.

After Watson and the female dancer left their contact information with each other, the two slowly fell to the ground under the entanglement of the moth swarm. When they opened their eyes, they saw the gray ceiling.

He lay in the ward during the day, still persistently trying the secret method taught by the female dancer, trying to establish contact with the moth in the skull.

However, the moth in the skull completely ignored his call, and just teased the trembling cup in the corner of the soul body, like a toddler who couldn't let go of a new toy.

When the sun set, when little Stanford came to visit, he brought today's freshly baked evening newspapers.

Watson flipped open a newspaper and saw an obituary on the front page:

[Colonel Sholto, a war hero, died at home last night]

He murmured in his heart:

"He acted quickly."

There is another chapter in the evening... It seems that there is a sequelae of being published, and my mind was empty last night.