I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

After this night of dream walking, the fuel in Watson's soul that was closely related to entering Mansu was completely exhausted, and he temporarily lost the key to entering Mansu.

In the next few days, he rested peacefully. Little Stanford would bring him newspapers and books from time to time, so that he would not be cut off from the outside world even in the ward. Holmes would also bring him some news or secrets. Police reports related to reported cases - small and unpopular newspapers such as "Police News", "Famous Crimes", "Police Budget" and so on.

However, it is precisely this kind of novelty newspapers and periodicals that are only circulated among the lower class and are full of unbelievable and exaggerated content and headlines. On the contrary, they are able to escape the control of public opinion by the Anti-Suppression Bureau and depict the most authentic London.

Hidden under the thick black industrial waste gas is a dark, bloody and violent London.

Watson casually flipped through a series of articles called "Reality Identification". Although the author of the article is anonymous, the author's praise is that "by establishing precise and systematic observation methods, the specific situation of the entire logical chain can be inferred." He could almost conclude that the author of the article was Charlotte Holmes!

Although he had already studied this knowledge more systematically in later generations, at this moment Watson was reading it with gusto like the original Watson.

Through the female detective's anonymity, he was able to release his true feelings, and he seemed to be able to gain insight into the other party's heart. As the other party mentioned in a recent article, 'Doubt and curiosity are the basis of reasoning, but no detective can Inner suspicion should be indulged wantonly, which will lead to the breakdown of friendship and have an irreparable impact on life. ’

When Watson saw this passage, he knew that his life-saving act when facing William had finally achieved results. He didn't need the female detective to be moved by this and agree to marry him - it was just an affair between literati in the novel. of obscenity.

He only hopes that through this matter, he can drag down Charlotte Holmes' suspicion on a moral level, so that she will no longer place her unreasonable desire to investigate the case on him, and then his next plans will go smoothly!

After this period of reading, a very interesting idea suddenly occurred in Watson's heart, "How about I follow Watson in the original work and write and publish the detective process of Charlotte Holmes into a novel?"

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed to him. He could only try to further exaggerate Holmes's role in the investigation of the case, and then reduce his own role, using the image of an assistant who was not very bright to set off the accuracy of the female detective's reasoning... Even the Anti-Suppression Bureau would If you pay attention to this series of articles, you will only think that the investigation of the case is entirely the result of Holmes, thus ignoring his unknown little assistant!

Anyway, the process of recuperating in the hospital was extremely boring. He simply asked the nurse to get a pen and paper and ink to start writing. Since the case at No. 3 Garden Street, Lauriston was still unsolved, he started directly from the incident of the Flash Blade Order. .

In order to ensure the smooth circulation of the article in the world, Watson specially deleted and replaced the plots about secret transmissions and other supernatural phenomena.

The Order of the Flashing Blade, which served the Blade Sichen, was transformed into a secret criminal group that deliberately set off a military riot in London.

Elson, who died at his own hands, was changed to a person who had returned from his own way and planned to report the evidence of the group's crime to the authorities, but was brutally silenced.

The female detective Charlotte Holmes started investigating from this clue, followed the investigation with cumbersome assistants, and finally set an ambush to attract the leader of the criminal group to show up, and cooperated with the well-trained Scotland Yard police officers. To wipe out this terrifying criminal group, the text mainly focuses on describing the observation and reasoning process of the female detective, highlighting her wisdom and alertness.

Watson spent a lot of pen and ink to focus on describing the scene where the female detective single-handedly stopped the escape of William McConaughey, the leader of the criminal group. Charlotte's heroic appearance is comparable to the rebirth of the Valkyrie Athena in Greek mythology!

"Well written, Watson!"

After reading this article, little Stanford couldn't help but slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "I didn't expect you, Watson, to have such an outstanding talent in literary creation. This "Shock!" Another riot case comparable to the explosion of the Capitol was "Strangled in the Cradle!" The article is not only unique in its title, but also has ups and downs in the plot. It touches the readers' heartstrings all the time, and they can't help but read it in one breath! "

"Although I knew in the past that Charlotte's detective reasoning skills were very good, after reading your article, I realized that I still underestimated her!"

Little Stanford smiled bitterly and said: "According to the description in your article, it seems that where I have been, who I have been in contact with, and what I have done, I am afraid it is all clear to Charlotte, and there is no way to hide it from her."

"But I don't understand one thing. Why did Watson describe himself in the article as so... so inconspicuous? Like a small shadow next to the radiant Charlotte?"

Little Stanford originally wanted to say, Watson, why did you describe yourself so humble and ordinary, but after thinking about it, he changed the word.

"Really? But the process of this case was really mainly Miss Charlotte's contribution. I just assisted and played some insignificant contributions." During the writing process, Watson had already considered whether he would describe himself too much. Being stupid may have the counter-effect of concealing his identity. He has consciously added more irrelevant scenes to himself, but it seems that the effect is still not obvious enough.

Little Stanford couldn't bear to see the idol he admired being portrayed so weakly in the article, but he suddenly came to his senses... It seemed that Watson was consciously downplaying his own role in order to set off Charlotte's reasoning. Talent, he is indeed a noble and humble man!

"Not really. This may be my preconception. In my understanding, Watson, you can never be the unknown person in the article, but other public readers probably won't think so."

Watson nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that he still had to revise it. This article would definitely get into the eyes of the female detective, but he could not let the other party see his true intention from the article. "No, I think your opinion is very pertinent. I'll revise it tomorrow, and then I'll have to ask Lelan to help deliver it to the newspaper office."

Little Stanford waved his hand and said confidently: "This matter couldn't be easier. Our Stanford family has a newspaper that publishes this kind of article. With the quality of your article, I don't even need to say anything, and it will definitely be published. In a prominent position!”

Having said that, because he introduced such a dangerous job to his friend, little Stanford still had a trace of guilt in his heart that he wanted to make up for. He secretly decided to publish Watson's article on the front page of his newspaper! Unless...an important event occurs in the city that day, such as a large factory explosion or the unexpected death of a celebrity!

However, after completing the first article, the influence of inspiration that remained in Watson's mind completely dissipated with the consumption of experiments and the natural passage of time. He fell into a boring routine again, and could only rely on chewing the knowledge in books to fill the emptiness of having nothing to do.

He originally thought that his willpower was enough to suppress the influence of the moth, blade, and cup on his character, but the facts proved that he was wrong!

This leisurely and comfortable time did not make him feel comfortable and happy. Instead, he felt some kind of shackles and constraints.

It was like he was stuffed into a mental patient's straitjacket. Both his mind and body seemed to be tightly bound. The invisible shackles deeply strangled his flesh and blood. This in turn stimulated his instinctive struggle and struggle, which had been buried deep in his heart at least in the past. The bloodthirsty desire that would take months to explode was already threatening to overwhelm reason in less than a week.

He never stopped wanting to escape from the safe and warm hospital, leave the place where people were singing and singing, and throw himself into the dark and damp alleyways of London that breed violence, filling his idiosyncratic hunger and thirst with the dirty blood of sin.

Whenever the female nurse bent down to deliver food, and the slender white neck came close to him, Watson could hardly help but hold the silver table knife and slash upward at an angle, cutting through the delicate skin. Cut off the fragile arteries and let the sweet and fragrant blood shoot out in graceful lines and splash onto his face.

But his reason was reminding him, like an alarm bell ringing constantly.

"Calm down! Calm down, Watson!!!"

"Have you forgotten all your adoptive father's teachings?!"

"Did the girl in front of me trigger the ban?!"

"Do you want to become a beast obsessed with desire?!!!"

A will as tough as steel finally defeated the secret desire at a tragic price. Watson barely suppressed the hunger and restlessness in his heart, but this took up most of his energy, and it was difficult for him to immerse himself in reading books. , I just feel that the content in the book is so boring and boring, so disgusting.

It wasn't until the seventh day after he was admitted to the hospital that he felt the characteristics of his soul body recover, and he couldn't wait to dream about Mansu again. He walked through the path of chaos like a crazy animal, leaped into the boundless forest, and breathed in the endless forest. The eternal primitive breath, feeling the wild atmosphere, something that does not exist in the waking world flows in the soul.

He threw off his restraining clothes and roared and hissed unscrupulously, scaring away large numbers of strange-shaped moles, causing the branches and leaves to rustle like applause, and attracting several striped moths to sing and dance around him. Instead, his roar was drowned in the overwhelming sound waves of flapping wings. middle.

The cheerful singing and dancing moths guided him to join another group of his kind.

Under the cool moonlight that regained its gentleness, Watson saw the graceful figure dancing in the forest. The other person also gave up her clothes and shame, letting the moonlight as dense as milky white milk flow on her curdled skin. Her skin shines brighter than the moon in the sky, and is redder than the flesh-colored roots.

It is an art that existed long before the birth of language and painting. It is a performance performed by human ancestors in the primitive era to offer sacrifices to the gods. It is the earliest, earliest and oldest sacrificial ceremony.

The dancer was also a stranger who could not be called an acquaintance.

When I was typing this chapter last night, it was also when I was writing about the moth introducing the dancer, a small gray moth flew in from the blinds... Hey! The author is just being happy for a moment, I am actually a pure lantern person!

There was something wrong with the backend, and the release date has been changed to tomorrow... It’s embarrassing, so did my speech yesterday come too early?