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"John, you are actually the Mothman, right?"

"Mothman?" Watson turned his head and shook his head slowly, "No, I'm not the Mothman."

He had sensed the special atmosphere in the room, the sweet and refreshing smell in the air and the slight whispering sound, which seemed to force him to remove his inner defense and abandon the unnecessary disguise.

He only felt that this seemed to be a bit similar to the effect of sodium thiopental, but it was more inclined to directly affect the mind and spirit, rather than interfering with the spirit through drug stimulation of the body. But fortunately, this was not the effect of the drug-just because Watson's body was not like another timeline, and had not received various drug resistance training, and it was difficult to resist the attack of many drugs, and could only rely on a simple strong body to bear it.

And the feeling of being unable to speak up at this moment made him feel a little bad and abnormal. This was obviously the mental influence from the secret transmission side, and now his moth phase was striking back, the blade phase was weak and powerless, and the heart phase had not yet taken shape... He could only rely entirely on his willpower to bear it all.

However, even if he was forced to tell the truth under this influence, he would never admit that he was a moth man.

He really never thought that he was a moth man, although the first secret he came into contact with was the moth, and the secret he had the highest progress in was also the moth, and the moth had been influencing him subtly... But Watson always felt in his heart that if he had to pick out the sex aspect that best matched him from the nine principles, he thought it should be the blade.

Blade, the principle of fighting and fighting. Watson loves fighting and killing even more. He enjoys the feeling of those living lives disappearing silently from his fingers.

So he has indeed given a sincere answer to this question.

As for why he didn't tell the fact of the blade man... It's the questioner's fault. She only asked whether he was a moth man, and didn't ask about the specific image. Watson's answer was already a sincere answer that fully met the meaning of the question.

"No?" Emma laughed, with disdain in her laughter.

"Do you really think I'm a fool who only knows how to smile? I already found something wrong when the moths flew over and hovered in the woods. Although the moths in the woods always act whimsically for no reason, it's not surprising that they can do anything. But they actually hovered over our heads for so long last night, they must have some purpose... I guess, maybe they are waiting for a reply from an old friend?"

"And the most important point..."

Emma looked Watson up and down, her eyes were burning.

She slowly approached, as if she wanted to break into the other party's psychological safety range with some kind of strong attitude.

"Although you pretended to fall to the ground immediately after the moths left, John, and covered your body with moss, broken leaves and rotten soil, intending to cover up some special phenomenon that happened to you... However, you missed an important point, that is, all the damage to the soul will be reflected back to the waking world."

"The moment we left Mansu by falling, I immediately smelled the faint smell of blood coming from under your clothes... I guess you must be covered with wounds at this moment."

"If it were any other time, I might "But, I combined your self-injury with the strange phenomenon of the moths in the forest just now, and I know that you definitely did not open up because of the influence of Qi in the forest... The bloody smell on your body should be because the skin peeled off and exposed the muscle fibers inside." "This molting behavior coincides with the principle of moths to discard unnecessary things!" "And after the involuntary molting, you can still be as innocent as you are. The attitude that has happened has continued to move forward. Obviously, the moths that have already experienced have been back to each other more than once! "" So, John Watson, you must be the moth! "Emma looked at Watson, who talked about it, and said softly:" Don't think about covering up ... Shake my head, "You misunderstood, I just want to ask, have you seen too much detective novels recently? I feel familiar with your reasoning process ... Shouldn't you be a loyal fan of Charlotte Holmes?" Emma did not change his face, but her eyes were slightly dodge. · Watson, your moth man disguised his identity and waited for the opportunity to sneak into our hospital. What is the purpose of? "Purpose? My purpose is very simple. I just want to know the deeper secrets of Si Chen and obtain the higher level of forbidden power." Watson just smiled slightly in the face of this question. He did not show any panic about exposing his identity. He slowly walked back to the edge of the bed and sat down, and then raised his head to look at the girl with her hands on her hips. "But, Miss Emma, ​​what are your plans?" Emma, ​​who was disguised as a sister, looked a little unhappy when she heard that her identity had been exposed.

Watson continued, "If Miss Emma intends to tell Mr. Winfreys about your so-called speculation and reasoning, and expose what you think is my hidden identity and my evil intentions... then you can just go to Winfreys Morgan directly after I leave and tell him what I just said."

"But Miss Emma, ​​you didn't do that. Instead, you chose to tell me these things in person, and deliberately lowered your voice while telling the story. You also quietly spread the influence of cups and moths in the room, trying to make me let down my guard... But at the same time, you were actually guarding against eavesdropping in the next room. "

"I dare to make a deduction based on your thinking pattern just now, Miss Emma... Then I guess Miss Emma should also have some ulterior motives, and some plans and conspiracies to implement."

Watson smiled and looked at the girl whose face was getting worse and worse, and asked: "Miss Emma, ​​do you think my reasoning has inherited your style? Can I learn from you?"

Emma's face was cloudy and sunny, as if she was changing her face, sometimes her eyes were bright but she gritted her teeth, sometimes her face was gloomy but her eyebrows were smiling... Watson felt that it seemed that Crovitt and Emma appeared on the same face at the same time.

But this weird expression lasted less than a minute, and the girl's pretty face soon returned to the gloomy haze. This is Emma.

Emma seemed to have experienced a fierce fight in just a minute, and fine sweat was seeping out of her forehead. She wiped the sweat rudely and sat down on the bed in a hurry.

"I don't have much time. Crovitt will wake up soon."

"I'll make it short."