I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

【Miss Charlotte:】

[The plan is being implemented as smoothly as we thought. I have gained the initial trust of Winfres and am able to join the team at Cross Road Hospital and become a voluntary nurse... Although there is no pay, it can be regarded as including food and accommodation. , the food is also very good, complete with meat and vegetables and balanced nutrition. 】

[I propose that our Sherlock Holmes Detective Agency should also hire a full-time chef in the future, so that we can save us the time of dining out and be able to eat freshly baked desserts anytime and anywhere. 】

[The topic seems to be a bit far away... Let's get back to the topic. Is the young man okay? Did I strike too hard? But I had to pull out all the stops to keep it from being obvious to Crovette, the woman I was dining with and a member of Winfrey’s team. Please say sorry to him for me. 】

[I have now officially moved into the staff dormitory of Cross Road Hospital. This is the last time I will return to the apartment. Maybe we will temporarily cut off contact for a while. I need to devote all my efforts to pretending to be a safe Trojan horse to avoid Trojans. The soldiers in the city looked at the problem. 】

[According to our original plan, after fully gaining the trust of the Winfres gang, I will activate the second communication channel... According to the current progress, I estimate that this process will take about three months. 】

[If my next reply date has exceeded this deadline...then there is a high possibility that I have rebelled and lost integrity. Please Miss Charlotte immediately activate the emergency plan...to erase me! 】

[Sincerely, J.W. 】

After Watson sent this secret letter at night, he destroyed the oak longbow disguised as a clothes drying pole in his hand, cut off the bow string, split the bow arms, and smashed it into garbage with no original appearance at all, and then mixed it with other similar shapes. Domestic waste is mixed and thrown away.

Then he picked up his most important luggage, a large bag of firearms and weapons, and left the apartment where he lived briefly.

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The staff dormitory of Cross Road Hospital is a small concave-shaped building, about a hundred yards behind the hospital.

The dormitory building has four floors, with seven rooms on each floor, three double-bedrooms and four one-bedrooms. The current occupancy rate is only more than half... From this, we can probably see Winfrey's ambition. He seems to be Want to form a secret cult team of dozens of people.

It seems that for the safety of employees' property, a fence is built around the dormitory building that is two people high and two palms wide. The iron bars on the door gate are also as thick as a forearm. And when Watson looked around, he realized that the dormitory building was built on a sharp bend of the river. The river was fast and extremely curved, making it difficult to dock ships, and the natural stone embankment was eight feet long. The code is high... If someone with bad intentions plans to sneak attack the dormitory building from the rear, it will be quite difficult.

Even the dormitory building itself is built on a raised hillside, which makes it easy to defend and difficult to attack... But it is limited to the charge of the cold weapon era and cannot withstand the bombardment of modern artillery.

Watson came to his newly assigned small room. Although no one had lived here, it was fully furnished with sofas, beds, wardrobes and other furniture. There was also running water in the bathroom... As for the dining room, it was shared with everyone. Opening fire and eating together... it reminded him of the workers' allocated housing in the 1980s in his motherland.

He was coming back through the night, and he could already see some of the day shift nurses returning. They were discussing work and life matters in groups. For example, today the patient pretended to have back pain again to get paralysis drugs. In a few days, Shall we take a break and go shopping together tomorrow? How is your child recovering now? When will your husband and the others move in together...

They seemed to be just chatting about trivial matters, looking like a group of workers who had just gotten off work.

But these seemingly ordinary off-duty care workers, when their figures fell into Watson's moth vision, they all showed a strange and inhuman appearance - they were just a group of monsters that maintained roughly humanoid outlines!

I saw a deformed flesh-and-blood tumor the size of a basin bulging out from the chests of these caregivers. The sarcoma was connected to the chest with knotted roots, which seemed to have a life of its own and kept beating. Through the thin and transparent skin, one could see I saw some colorful colors flowing in the weird flesh and blood tissue inside.

When the sarcoma pulsates, it may burst out with a blazing light, or spit out boiling steam, or pierce sharp bone fragments, or leak out a bright red viscous liquid... This is just Winfres. Some of the believers in the team contain forbidden supernatural powers within their bodies!

Watson, who was walking down the stairs alone, frowned slightly. He thought in his heart: "Why do these people's illusory true identities look so similar? Their chests are all covered with huge and terrifying sarcomas. It's almost like they are on the same assembly line." The product... Is this another popular secret path? Winfreth actually has such knowledge!”

While thinking about it, he slowly came downstairs and happened to meet the returning nursing staff. Facing the new colleague, they all waved and greeted the new colleague enthusiastically.

"Hi, Mr. John, have everything been moved here today?" asked the young lady with a pair of tiny gaps between her eyes. There seemed to be some kind of white light brewing in her sarcoma.

"Has Mr. John had dinner? If not, how about we meet later?" asked the aunt whose sarcoma was transparent and looked like a bright red gelatinous substance.

"How was your rest last night? If there is anything missing or broken in the room, you can come directly to 201 to find me, Old Bill." said the bald man whose chest sarcoma was filled with hot liquid like molten lava.

"It's all moved. Thank you, but I've already eaten. It's okay..." Watson faced the cordial greetings of this group of caregivers/monsters, and responded with a sincere smile, nodding in agreement frequently.

Crovitt, who was in the middle of the crowd, shouted loudly, "Everyone, hurry up, we have to hold a welcome ceremony for Mr. John later!!!"

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot that we have a ceremony tonight."

"Old Bill, are you ready with everything?"

"Hey, don't you worry about me, old Bill, doing things? I've already prepared everything!" The uncle named Bill slapped his chest hard, causing the sarcoma to flow out with liquid as hot as magma.

Clovette seemed to be more than just a mascot, she seemed to have a certain status among this group of people. She clapped her hands and said with a smile: "That's great. We haven't held a welcome ceremony for a long time. Wait a moment. When the dean comes back from get off work, let’s get started!”

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It didn't take long for everyone who had finished their private affairs to gather in the center of the dormitory area. Large pieces of wood were moved and piled up into a hill. Watson participated enthusiastically throughout the process, helping to carry items and set up the venue, and distributed as clear as white wine. of liquid.

Watson saw the old Bill squatting down next to the hill of timber, taking out a bottle of rose-colored powder from his arms, and muttering something in his mouth. The dry wood ignited into a raging fire in an instant, and the rising fire twisted like a snake dancing wildly.

The firelight illuminated the dormitory area, and the orange-red light shone on everyone's faces. They all picked up the drinks in their glasses, silently recited unknown congratulations, and then raised their glasses in tacit understanding. Watson, who had just arrived, was also beside him. At Vitte's signal, she drank all the wine in her glass.

As he drank the hot wine, which was as sweet as nectar, he felt a different kind of excitement in his heart, and his heart beat more powerfully and rapidly, with his heart rate exceeding 200 in an instant! But he did not feel the pain of arrhythmia. He only felt that there seemed to be a steady stream of vitality in his body, and his body was light and comfortable.

Is it the influence of the principles of the heart... Is the liquid in the cup the wine of the heart?

Watson put down the wine glass with joy on his face and couldn't help but admired: "It's so sweet and delicious! What kind of fruit-made wine is this? Why do I feel like there is a surge of vitality in my body, and even my left leg seems to become more... It’s powerful!”

Clovette just smiled and didn't answer.

After drinking, everyone's mood became high. Several caregivers in the lively atmosphere took out their musical instruments and played passionate music. They clapped their hands on the white-skinned drum, and played a thunderous melody.

A man and woman who seemed to be in love walked hand in hand into the open field, faced the blazing bonfire, and began to dance cheerfully and sing simple songs with unknown syllables.

Their eyes moved as they danced, conveying their feelings to each other with a powerful and beautiful dance, and it seemed like they were performing a melancholy opera praising the beauty of mountain pines.

This completely aroused the atmosphere of the venue. Everyone entered the venue one after another, formed a circle holding hands, and performed ancient dance steps around the bonfire. The ground shook when they stepped with their heels, and they hit their chests with their fists, which seemed to imply some kind of meaning. Thunderous beats.

They began to hum songs like ancient war cries, and something beyond mortal imagination and cognition seemed to be summoned... The welcome ceremony officially began!

But if a hospitalized patient comes out for a walk with nothing to do at this moment, he will find that the nurse dormitory is hidden in the deep darkness. Even if he looks far away, he can only see a hazy shadow.

He couldn't see the lively bonfire dance, nor could he hear any joyful singing... Unless he dared to directly approach the small building where the mysterious ceremony was taking place, then he would know the biggest secret hidden under this sanctimonious hospital. Secrets, for which you pay the price with your life.

Crovette also pulled the new believers next to her to join in this ancient dance that originated from the first land at the beginning of humankind.

Watson's leg disease has not yet fully recovered, and he cannot keep up with the rhythm of the dance. He can only stagger and follow the crowd in circles... However, as the dance becomes more and more intense, Watson feels some kind of power coming from the palms of his hands. Came the laughter of Crovitt, whose legs and feet that were supposed to be dull and weak suddenly stepped up unconsciously, moving to the rhythm of the dance - they were like puppets being pulled on strings.

They were walking in the same steps, roaring the same tune, and their movements and rhythms were connected as if they were resonating. There seemed to be some kind of resonance in their hearts, but they still lacked a certain key quality.

Until Winfres joined at the kind invitation of the believers...this dance finally gave birth to souls. Some kind of fanatical thoughts were passed among everyone through the wrapped arms, and endless vitality also flowed among everyone.

At this moment, many complicated thoughts seemed to be pouring into Watson's head. He seemed to be able to hear other people's voices and sense what they were thinking...but at the same time, other people could also sense his thoughts.

"Hehehe, Mr. John has finally joined our cult, and Clovette has a new friend!"

"I heard that this John was the assistant of a female detective before. How could the leader agree to let him join?"

"Don't worry. Since the leader has acquiesced in his joining, he must be absolutely sure... If you don't believe it, try listening to his voice and see if you can find anything unusual."

"What you said makes sense, let me try..."

The silent moth in the skull suddenly woke up, vibrating its scale wings and exerting strange magic. The dots of scales gathered into a picture in Watson's mind, and Watson in the picture was also dancing happily.

"Hey, it seems like he was just immersed in dancing and didn't think about anything else."

"Hmph, I said Mr. John is trustworthy, why are you still secretly eavesdropping on Mr. John's thoughts...Crovitt is angry!"

A very majestic voice suddenly sounded in the unified thinking, "That's enough! Everyone, focus on the ceremony!"

At this point, the complicated thoughts finally subsided.

But Watson felt another unusually obvious wave rushing into his body. The wave pushed his heart open with tyrannical thoughts, broke into his consciousness, and tried to steal the secrets in his memory... Unfortunately, even if it was... It was difficult for Winfres to see through the disguise of the moth inside his skull, and he could only glimpse the image of a joyful dance in his mind.

Therefore, Winfrey could only plant a seed in John's heart, a thought that breeds loyalty... However, after his fluctuations and consciousness left, the moth in his skull smiled contemptuously and waved its scale wings. Fan this ridiculous seed out of your mind and forget it completely.

Watson is well versed in self-hypnosis. At this time, he did not completely rely on the moth in his skull, but also forcibly manipulated himself to immerse himself in a cheerful dance atmosphere.

As the ritual connection progressed, he gradually began to understand the rhythm of the other person's vibrations, like thunder, and he seemed to have fallen into an illusion again.

The light and shadow of the endless bonfire began to distort, and the orange-red color dimmed into black like the dark mountains. The bright red liquid spewed out from the top of the mountains and shot straight into the sky.

The rising and dancing flames floated into the air, roared and vibrated in the clouds, and turned into a storm that gave birth to thunder. Purple lightning streaked across the sky, seeming to connect the mountains to the storm.

The mountain mother spurted the blood of the cup, and the warning storm dropped the thunder of the heart. They seemed to be whispering in low voices, talking about their future, and also discussing how to avoid such a future.

Boom, boom, boom, boom--Watson's heart was beating harder than ever before, as if it was about to rush out of his chest and fly to the sky to dance with the thunder!

The obscure and mysterious secret scriptures were born with the beating of the heart, and the words were like deformed and twisted flesh and blood, still squirming endlessly.

Watson opened his eyes suddenly, his heart beating with fresh blood.

He already knew how to communicate with the people he was dancing with.

"Thanks to all my colleagues, I already know the secret of Lei Ming!"