I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Watson folded the papers with secrets and stored them close to his chest.

Perhaps it was because his senses had become sharper after he advanced in secret transmission. After Watson woke up this time, he clearly felt that something deep within himself had been exhausted.

That may be one of the nine qualities Elson calls.

As if a long voyage ship had run out of fuel... He felt strangely empty and exhausted.

This was not due to weakness due to the all-night battle. Watson was still vigorous and vigorous, but he knew in his heart that he should not be able to enter Mansu again in a short time.

The emptiness lasted for a whole week, and Watson felt that something deep in his spirit seemed to have returned. That night he tried to enter the woodland again.

A bright silver atmosphere filled the air in his dream, and he once again embarked on the path of intuition.

Watson pushed aside the trees in front of him, and tonight there was a rare bright and full silver moon in the sky. The moon disk was as pale as bones, and the moon was cold and heartless. The light fell on the branches and seemed to burst out like sparks of stars. point.

The moon is no longer gentle, but seems to be furious. When the moonlight falls on the body surface, it will cause a stinging pain like needles.

Watson must walk along the huge shade of ancient trees to avoid the sharp moonlight.

The woodland was exceptionally quiet at this moment, and even the flapping of wings that could be heard everywhere before had disappeared, as if the moths had migrated elsewhere after many days.

Watson speculated that perhaps Mansu also operates according to some kind of law like the twenty-four solar terms.

He wandered aimlessly, trying to find another secret and kill another person with ulterior motives...

After several miles of walking, the forest gradually became sparse, and there seemed to be barriers between the trees.

Through his green pupils, Watson saw light not far away.

It was a rare open space. The moonlight hung like a tilted sky pillar on the ancient stone well. The thick cashmere carpet-like moss surged towards the well mouth like raging waves like fanatical pilgrims, bearing the wrath of the moon.

The moss glowed as green as Watson's eyes, and he seemed to be in a frenzy, walking towards the stone well surrounded by moss.

He stroked the scarred well mouth and couldn't help but look into the well... The bottom of the well was filled with the chubby and mottled corpses of moths, floating in the dark and sticky blood.

And the velvet moss slid along the well wall, separated between the moth corpse and the thick blood, seeming to be a neutral persuader, and also seemed to be waiting to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Suddenly, waves of vibrant dark green spurted out from the well mouth, covering his calves and gradually reaching his thighs.

The gathered roots of moss squirmed like centipedes, climbing up his face and crawling into his mouth and nose... Watson felt it was difficult to breathe, and the feeling of suffocation was about to wrap him tightly, and darkness and coldness were coming.

The whispers of the trees seemed to ring in his ears. They seemed to be threatening and demanding. If you don't hand over enough secrets, today will be your deadline!

"Gugu is...I will kill...Gugu Gu..."

Watson mumbled some unknown news, and Moss left with satisfaction, and they all retreated into the well.

A dazzling green light erupted from the wellhead, and the light drowned him like a tide!

Watson stood up suddenly, sweat pouring down like a rainstorm, soaking the pillow, and the suffocation feeling still seemed to echo in his lungs.

But at the same time, he also felt the vitality glowing in his body. Different from the gift that the fat moth had poured into his skull before, this was an extremely pure life force that did not contain any impurities and was as pure as distilled water.

It was as if Watson was immersed in the green ocean, vigor repairing broken bones, necrotic cells, ruptured blood vessels... His injuries were restored again!

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Watson was discharged from the hospital. During this period, Holmes did not visit the hospital once. He couldn't help but wonder if the other party had discovered something?

But that night moth had clearly solved the secret transmission, and his deception should have been completed. Could it be that Si Chen also made a mistake?

With such doubts in his mind, he walked slowly towards Baker Street.

While passing through the deserted streets, Watson heard rapid footsteps behind him, which seemed to be rushing straight towards him!

He silently clenched his cane and looked back as if on impulse... and saw a familiar face.

The visitor is a man in his thirties, wearing a black cylindrical hat. His striped shirt is bulging with his strong muscles. The sides of his leather boots are stained with grass and mud. He seems to have just returned from the park or the countryside.

But Watson also smelled a faint smell of blood lingering on the opponent's body, and the cuffs that were specially rolled up to the elbows also had a little blood that was difficult to detect with the naked eye...

Feeling the familiar sharp scrutiny, the visitor instinctively straightened his back, raised his head and raised his chest, clicked his feet together, bent his right arm and raised it to his temple, with his palms turned outward.

"Sir Watson! Private First Class Nello Bacchus reports to you!"

Nello Bacchus... Watson thought for a second before recalling the identity of the other party - it turned out that he was a soldier who had followed him in the Afghan war, and had retired and returned home more than half a year ago.

However, the opponent is now as strong as a bear, and his steps were so powerful just now... But Watson clearly remembers that the opponent retired due to a leg injury, and the injury was so serious that it almost required amputation.

It was also difficult to apply for disability pension because of his low military rank. At that time, he argued with his superiors about this.

"Your injury..."

Nello chuckled, raised his leg and put it down heavily, the sole of his leather boot making a crisp sound when it hit the ground.

"My leg has been cured a long time ago!"

Watson was in a good mood to see his former subordinates healthy again. He patted Nello's shoulders vigorously and laughed: "Haha, congratulations, Nello, I still remember your crying expression when you heard that you might have to amputate." Nello felt the heavy force on his shoulders. Hearing his admired commander talking about his embarrassing things again, he couldn't help but feel ashamed. His ears began to redden and he smiled awkwardly: "Commander, you have a good memory..." But then he noticed that the brave and combative Commander Watson not only had a cast on his left arm, but also had his body's center of gravity tilted to the right, so that his shoulders were lower on the left and higher on the right, as if he was inconvenient to jump. Nello Bucks couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise. Someone could actually hurt the brave and combative Commander Watson who could fight one against a hundred! ! ! "Captain Watson, your injury..."

"Don't mention it. I accidentally fell into the trap of the Fulstans and was shot twice. It was Murray who ran fast and carried me on his horse in time, so I escaped."

"You are not kidding, can those Fulstan's weaklings ambush you? How many times did they send out troops, five times? Ten times?"

Watson thought about it and replied: "I don't remember the exact number, it should be more than five times."

Nello was willing to believe it, "I said, if the Fulstan weaklings had the same number of troops, how could they hurt you!"

Watson had let go of that experience. Failure is a common occurrence in the military. He laughed heartily:

"Let's not talk about this. It's rare to meet old acquaintances in the army after returning. Let's find a place to have a drink?"

"Of course!"

Nello said happily: "It is my honor to have dinner with you!"

They came to a tavern that was open during the day. It was not a busy time, and the store was empty.

The two of them drank several glasses of wine. With the help of alcohol, Nello, who was slightly red, suddenly showed a struggling expression, but finally made up his mind.

He lowered his voice as if he was afraid that others would hear him, but there was no one else in the tavern except the two of them and the bartender.

"Captain Watson, actually... I may have a way to cure your injury."

Watson also seemed to be slightly drunk, his eyes narrowed, and he smiled and said:

"Oh? Really, what is the way?"

Nello was still a little panicked when he encountered an emergency, just like in the army. He stammered: "I... know an outstanding... doctor, his medical skills are quite superb, and he has cured many difficult and complicated diseases that modern medicine cannot cure."

"Although his treatment method may be a little weird, the effect is definitely immediate!" Nello suddenly lifted one of his legs and put it on the chair next to him, patting it hard.

"Look at my leg. You sent someone to drag me to see the military doctor. You know better than me what the doctor said at that time. He said I would be a cripple for the rest of my life!"

"But now I am strong enough to go hunting in the suburbs. It was all thanks to the doctor's treatment that I achieved such results."

"If you believe me, please go to the abandoned St. Archie's Hospital on Saturday night. Maybe the doctor can also heal your injury."

Watson's eyes narrowed again. St. Archie's Hospital... is another place where Holmes had investigated suspected mysterious events.

Originally, Watson had lived in London for 20 years and had never encountered any strange events. But why did he always encounter events related to the secret world by chance recently?

Is it really just a coincidence... or is there another reason?

I am not in good condition. I always feel that the text lacks a bit of restlessness and fascination... I will make up for it tomorrow morning