I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

On the twenty-seventh day after admission, it was the darkest before dawn.

Watson hid in the bathroom, took off all his clothes and let the cold water pour down his head, his skin was covered with goose bumps due to the cold.

What was washed down with the water was not only sweat stains, but also some thin pieces of dead skin. The dead skin was translucent and felt like a flexible plastic shell.

It has been half a month since Watson's article "Shock! Another riot case comparable to the explosion of the Capitol was strangled in the cradle!" was published. After this period of fermentation, the popularity of the article has increased instead of decreased. The popularity in the foggy city is getting higher and higher. Many people at the bottom of the society have begun to know that there is such a wise female detective in the city.

Suspense, crime, violence, gunfights and noble daughters... These sensitive keywords are deeply loved by the people at the bottom of the society. They are quite happy to discuss this matter. Now when walking on the street, you can hear pedestrians discussing related content from time to time.

"Have you heard? Yesterday, another detective published a newspaper saying that he wanted to challenge Miss Charlotte!"

"A mere little detective from the East End who has never been heard of is qualified to challenge the honorable Miss Charlotte? He really doesn't know how to live or die!"

"That's right, Miss Charlotte's deeds of solving cases have been confirmed by Scotland Yard. Many unsolved cases in the past were solved with her wisdom... I really don't know where these third-rate detectives whose names have never been heard of get the courage to seek death."

The people's heated discussion is all due to the radical remarks made by the female detective in an interview some time ago. Her remarks are equivalent to a declaration of war against a group of idiot detectives in London. How could those private detectives who rely on them for their livelihoods watch their precious customers disappear? They spent money to take out newspapers to fight back. Even though they dared not use vulgar words to attack directly due to the noble status of the female detective, they still used sarcastic sarcasm to disgust the other party.

In this war that only existed in newspapers, not only did the sales of the Stanford family's newspaper skyrocket, but other tabloids also made a small profit by publishing the challenge declaration of the unwilling little detective. The lower-class people also got entertainment from it, and Charlotte Holmes became famous... It can be said that people from all walks of life can benefit from it, but those incompetent and barking little detectives have become the only victims.

As the source of this London detective controversy, the author of Holmes's detective articles, Watson benefited a lot.

He buried the truth of the Flash Blade Cult case, deleted and modified those insignificant details and spread them to the outside world, and changed himself who had the main credit into an unknown recorder... This is undoubtedly a large-scale fraud involving the whole of London!

The moth in the skull is getting fatter and fatter, and its belly is swollen as if it is happy. It flutters its wings ecstatically in Watson's soul day and night, venting its vigorous energy that has nowhere to go.

The size of the moth phase has grown to the limit of perfection above the first-level secret transmission, and it is almost about to explode due to the continuous influx of fraudulent power!

Under such circumstances, Watson finally realized how to exert the influence of the moth without a teacher.

That is a method that is very different from the complex secret method taught by the female dancer Mary Morstan. It is a kind of instinctive impulse, just like walking on all fours, just like vibrating the vocal cords to make sounds, just like animals swimming when they fall into the water... It is a skill hidden in the blood and born.

At that time, Watson only felt that he seemed to recall some skills that he had once mastered but had forgotten for a long time. He released his inner restlessness in the empty ward late at night. A dark bat accidentally broke into the ward full of moth influence.

Its flesh wings were still flapping, and its wrinkled nose had just passed the windowsill, spraying high-frequency short waves to locate the situation ahead... But why is the frequency of the sound waves that bounced back so abnormal, as if some indescribable monster was lurking in the darkness!

This sound undoubtedly stimulated the bat's instinctive fear. It seemed to recall the warning left in its genes by its ancestors. It tried to turn around and quickly move away from this dangerous place.

But it was too late. The sound waves mixed with the monster's roar had already reached its brain. The tiny brain tissue was rippling like liquid. The limited thinking was occupied by the weird buzzing. It was afraid and wanted to call for help, but it couldn't control its vocal cords... It turned out that the cartilage sheet in the throat had changed into another material, a material that should not appear in nature.

The bones began to burst out with a crackling sound, the powerful muscles twisted and deformed, the deformed bone spurs suddenly increased and pierced the flesh wings, the sharp teeth in the lower jaw suddenly proliferated and grew thicker, piercing directly through its lips and nose, bending and piercing into the dark eyeballs, penetrating the skull and stabbing into the rippling brain tissue.

The inexplicable buzzing stopped abruptly, and the bat felt unprecedented peace and happiness. It was no longer able to flap its wings and fell into this room full of strange power.

Watson heard the strange sound and put away the influence of the moth. He looked towards the source of the sound and saw a strange-looking bat that fell near the windowsill. This strange and ugly mass of flesh and blood was still wriggling, and tiny curved bone spurs were still growing from its body, changing its shape and distorting its essence... just like the deformed patrolman Lance.

This scene made Watson frown... Why did the influence of the moth he exerted cause such a strange phenomenon, as if it contained the power to cause biological deformation.

But whether it was the deformed patrolman at the beginning or the female dancer later, the artificial influence they exerted was just a brief moment of trance... What secrets are hidden in this secret of the moth that I have? !

The result of the intracranial moth swelling to the limit is far more than that... The moth phase sinks all the excess mana into the depths of the host body, and the old colors like the forest floor begin to color Watson's body.

Watson now sheds part of his skin every day when he wakes up, whether it is his hands, feet, torso or face. He feels like a fragile porcelain doll. When he looks in the mirror in the morning, he can easily tear off a piece of his body. Cracked clear porcelain pieces.

Fortunately, the new skin is not pink, but a cold white with a bronze color, just like the color he originally exposed in Fuerstein, but the new skin is more delicate, and the large pores of the Aryan race have shrunk. .

On the first day, Watson shed his skin on his left calf, which was once disabled and difficult to heal. At that time, he only felt that the new skin seemed to be very thick and tough to the touch. On a whim, he took a fruit knife and gently scraped his leg... The result was natural. Is unscathed.

Even if he slashed hard, it would only leave a white mark that turned red instantly. Only the blood vessels under the skin were ruptured, but there was no obvious damage to the skin.

When Watson saw this, he was reminded of the golden bell and iron shirt in martial arts novels for no reason. He thought in his heart:

"If this continues, won't I soon be invulnerable?!"