I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

After Watson woke up, the afterglow of the setting sun had already shone in through the gaps in the branches outside the window, casting a lonely color on the ward.

It took him two seconds to recall that it seemed that the last time he dreamwalked to Mansu, he had harvested similar secret scriptures in the forest.

But after he woke up from the dream, the secret passage quickly melted and dissipated in his mind like snowflakes. He only had time to record the key words - Glover and Sons, Alden, Alexis. ·Kennedy.

At the time, Watson thought it was some kind of clue leading to a mysterious phenomenon...but later he was surprised to find that it had nothing to do with reality. The person who took Alden's position was clearly the leader of the Flash Blade, William McConaughey, not the leader of the Flash Blade. Alexis Kennedy.

As for the Four Signature Case... this secret that never happened and should not happen has been deeply imprinted in Watson's memory.

Perhaps he had heard this secret in the later generations of another timeline; or perhaps it was because the secret transmission of the first-order moth had been perfected, causing some kind of change in Watson's soul, even if his consciousness returned to After waking up in the world, he still remembered this secret of unknown meaning.

"This secret scripture, which does not contain any power, should be the secret scripture that Victor Jr. mentioned back then..."

"But judging from the first secret, Alexis Kennedy, who may be related to Glover and Sons, does not exist at all...Did I overlook some clues? Alexis Kennedy actually exists, It's just that I haven't found any trace of the other party yet?

"Or is this secret history, like the second secret history, actually a prophecy of what will happen in the future?"

"But the name of the great detective Sherlock Holmes mentioned in the second secret is actually the male Sherlock... This is very different from today's reality. Is there a misunderstanding in the process of deciphering the true meaning of the scripture? Or is it about Some possibility in the future?”

Watson was lost in thought, but because there was another outsider female nurse in the ward, his face was dazed and blurry as he had just woken up. He yawned, pretended to be idle, picked up the newspaper on the side, and stood in front of him. to cover up one's true thoughts.

"What clues did I miss?"

"Are there other secrets that Glover and Sons has?"

“Who the hell is Alexis Kennedy?”

"Will the Four Signature Case happen as scheduled in this world?"

"Perhaps, I should take the initiative to investigate Miss Mary Morstan... and meet my theoretically destined wife in advance."

Dong Dong - While Watson was brainstorming, the ward door suddenly knocked twice, and the visitor pushed the door straight in before waiting for a reply.

The visitor was little Stanford Leland. He was still wearing a white coat and his face looked a little tired. It seemed that he had just finished a busy day of work and had to take over the shift from the night shift doctor before he could take time to visit his good friend.

When little Stanford went to work in the morning, he had already heard that his friend was injured again and was admitted to the hospital in the early morning. Unfortunately, he was busy with medical treatment today and could not get off work until sunset.

The female nurse, who was originally slumped on the comfortable single-seater leather sofa with her legs crossed and flipping through a magazine, saw Mr. Stanford Jr., the attending physician, who opened the door and walked in. She immediately put down the magazine in her hand and stood up, pretending to be diligent and serious.

"Okay Rosa, put away your poor acting skills. Do you still think this is the Joy Theater where you worked before? You should get off work early today. I have some personal matters to discuss with the patient."

The female nurse named Rosa smiled, walked past Little Stanford unceremoniously and rushed out of the door. As she walked, she took off her nurse's white coat and left quickly humming a cheerful song.

Little Stanford moved a chair and sat next to the hospital bed. Looking at Watson, who was frequently injured and admitted to the hospital because of the work he introduced, he couldn't help but apologize and said worriedly:

"Watson, why don't you... let me find you another job? This is the third time you have been admitted to the hospital in the past month. You have never been admitted to the hospital so frequently in Fuerstein."

"If I had known that working with Charlotte was so dangerous, I shouldn't have introduced you to her as an assistant."

Young Stanford's tone was very sincere, and he seemed to really blame himself deeply for introducing dangerous jobs to his friends - which did not satisfy the exciting but not dangerous job requirements he had originally agreed to from Watson.

"It's okay, I should thank you, Mr. Stanford Leland Jr.!"

Watson shook his head, held the rich man's hand with his only sound right arm, and held it firmly.

"I solemnly and sincerely thank you, little Stanford. The job you introduced me to, allowing me to serve as Miss Holmes's assistant... is the most correct decision I have ever made in my life! It is also the most inappropriate decision in my life. A valuable opportunity that should be missed!”

There is still a half-truth that Watson did not fully tell... If it weren't for your introduction, how could I have come into contact with the majestic and magnificent world of Sichen! Get in touch with that powerful and unpredictable mysterious power! ! !

When little Stanford heard these words, he couldn't help but be a little confused, but he was relieved in an instant... He is indeed Watson, who regards life and death as nothing, and sees danger as opportunity... He is indeed the person I have always admired and admired!

"Okay! Now that you have made up your mind, Watson, I won't stop you anymore, but you need to pay attention to your safety. This monthly salary of dozens of pounds... is really not worth risking your life!"

"good."

Next, little Stanford continued to chat with Watson for a long time. It was not until the nurse who took over the night shift knocked on the door that he got up and left.

Watson specially asked the hospital kitchen to prepare a crude dinner tonight. Although the chefs were puzzled by this request, it was not the first time they encountered patients/clients with quirks. They still followed the instructions carefully and prepared a meal that was hard enough to smash walnuts. brown bread, heavily watered with milk.

As soon as Watson's sense of smell sensed the inferior smell of black bread and buffalo milk, the cup in his skull immediately conveyed a sense of rejection, causing his intestines and stomach to wriggle wildly, swearing to resist with a sense of nausea!

But he still resisted the physical nausea and stuffed the rough black bread into small pieces into his mouth piece by piece, as if chewing dry tree roots.

Even the large and small salivary glands seemed to be on strike, unable to secrete a trace of saliva at all, and the throat was as dry as a working tool for an elderly prostitute on the street.

He swallowed the moist pieces of brown bread with pure, almost water-like milk. While this extremely poor-quality food was still sliding along his esophagus, the cup had already burst out with a strong will to resist - he The gastric juices started rolling on their own, gushing upwards to make them vomit.

Watson was the only one in the ward at the moment. He punched the stomach directly, using precise blows to stop the disobedient spasm of the stomach. At the same time, he drank a large gulp of milk mixed with water, and used the momentum of the torrent to push the food stuck in the esophagus. The coarse food is pushed into the stomach, making the cup phase's resistance useless.

Watson said to himself in his heart and seemed to warn: "It's not your turn to make the decision about my body!"

The Cup Xiang in his mind could not help but froze in astonishment, and the moth in his skull seemed to be snickering. The wings of his scales flapped and swept the defeated Cup Xiang to the corner of his soul, while the Blade Xiang who had the courage to fight took advantage of the wind and silently took over. Occupy the second secret pass position.

Watson, who had slightly restrained his cup-like gluttonous desire, was relieved of the trouble. After he was barely full, the blood in his body concentrated on digesting hard food and concentrated in the stomach, causing a slight lack of oxygen supply to the brain. Feeling sleepy, I consciously slowed down my breathing and thoughts, plucked out a hair from the back of my almost empty head, and dreamed again into the forest.

Slow down the pace a little, it’s time to explore Mansu Dreamland. It can’t be either a fight or on the way to a fight.