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Charlotte looked at John Watson with tears in his eyes at the door, and her slender eyebrows like lancets couldn't help but frown slightly.

In her opinion, no matter what sufferings and calamities Watson had suffered, he would never show such a cowardly look - a man's tears should be more precious than gold.

But what surprised her even more was that Watson, whose eyes were still red, regained his weak posture in the next second, and regained a confident and firm smile on his face, as if the episode just now was just everyone's illusion.

But it is this uncertainty that makes the female detective believe in Dr. George's judgment even more - although Watson's violent desire to attack has disappeared, symptoms of delusion and split personality have appeared again.

After untying his handcuffs and leg shackles, John Watson slowly sat down at the reception table. Following the advice of his subconscious mind, Watson, he pretended to be three-point casual, three-point confident, three-point deep and one-point cordial and light that he had practiced for a long time. Smile - God knows how Watson came up with such an inhuman adjective. Human faces are not color palettes. How can they express so many complex emotions at the same time? !

He raised his head slightly at first, and his slightly narrowed right eye seemed to contain endless deep melancholy - surely such a look would impress Miss Charlotte and let her know that I am a mature man who has experienced strong winds and waves.

He also specially lowered his voice, imitating the hoarse yet magnetic tone that an English gentleman should have, and nodded slightly again:

"Long time no see, Miss Charlotte."

Little did he know that what he thought was a masculine smiling performance had been completely understood by the sharp-eyed female detective, and her beautiful eyebrows twitched imperceptibly.

Rose, the girl standing behind Charlotte, could no longer suppress her smile, burst out laughing, covered her mouth and laughed:

"Hahaha, Mr. Watson, why have you become so funny? Hahaha, no, this performance is so funny, I can't help it anymore, hahahaha——"

Seeing that his disguise seemed to be exposed, John Watson inevitably flashed a trace of panic on his face, but he still remembered Watson's teachings in his heart - even if the disguise is seen through, we must grit our teeth and continue to persevere, as long as we ourselves If you don’t feel embarrassed, then others will be embarrassed!

Therefore, he continued to talk according to the manuscript in his mind.

First, he let out a short and meaningful sigh. Watson strictly had to pretend that his life had been very unsatisfactory recently - this was easier to imitate. After all, his previous twenty years were definitely not happy. , that is, only after recently living in this mental sanatorium did I truly live a good life with no worries about food and clothing.

"Sigh... I was really embarrassed some time ago, because my mental problem caused so many people to be injured, and I had to trouble Miss Charlotte to specially send me to the hospital for treatment... Now that I think about it, I attacked indiscriminately before. I feel really guilty for anyone’s behavior, and I hope, Miss Charlotte, you can apologize to the injured guys on my behalf.”

"But thanks to you sending me to this sanatorium, under Dr. George's treatment, I already feel that my mental state has become much more relaxed, and my missing memories have begun to gradually recover... I can already recall my relationship with Charlotte. The scene when we first met, Miss Special, and our leisure time at the detective agency.”

As John Watson spoke, he slightly raised his head at 45 degrees and looked at the ceiling, as if he missed that time in the past very much - why did Watson insist on raising his head at 45 degrees? Could it be that I look more handsome at this angle?

The female detective looked at Watson's poor performance and simply said: "Really? Watson, do you still remember how you deduced that I lived in a manor outside the city when we first met?"

"Of course I remember!" John Watson replied excitedly, haha, Watson really didn't lie to me, he really was my subconscious mind, and he really did have part of my lost memory! ! !

"It rained heavily that morning, and the roads in the city were muddy, but the soles of your shoes were very clean. Even if you travel by carriage, you must step on the dirt in the courtyard and in front of the door when you go out... …So I concluded from this that you came from outside the city.”

"As for how to infer that you live in a manor rather than a village, it's because your clothes look exquisite and delicate, and your pair of long riding boots must be made of fine calfskin... This proves that your family is absolutely well-off. It is impossible to be poor, and being able to make friends like Little Stanford further proves that you are also from the upper class in London. If you think about it this way, you can naturally deduce that you live in a manor outside the city! "

John Watson said emphatically. At the beginning of his story, he specifically glanced to the upper left in accordance with Watson's instructions, creating the phenomenon of recalling - although he was indeed recalling what Watson had said. words, but he still didn't quite understand, would people have such subtle changes in expressions when recalling? Why did I never notice it in the past, and why was Watson able to know such knowledge? !

After listening to this concise inference process, Charlotte finally showed a rare smile on her cold face.

Her thoughts seemed to wander back to those innocent years because of this. It was only a few months apart, but it felt like a lot of things had happened during this period. If it were recorded according to the format of the novel written by Watson, it would probably be close to a hundred years ago. It’s tens of thousands of words.

"Very good. It seems that your condition is gradually recovering, Watson... Maybe you will be able to recall what happened under Crossroads Hospital soon?"

"Uh...where is Crossroads Hospital?" John Watson asked, thinking that Watson never mentioned this to me. Did he also miss it? He shouldn't have exposed any flaws, right?

He couldn't help but panic, and even subconsciously wanted to seek help from Watson - but Watson would only appear when he was alone, which obviously did not meet such conditions now.

Charlotte looked at John Watson's expression carefully. Through the confused and ignorant look in his eyes, she could definitely judge that he had indeed lost the memory related to Crossroad Hospital.

This result did not surprise her. Regardless of whether the previous Watson was a brainwashed minion of the 'Professor', or simply suffered the aftermath of the destruction of the Crossroads cult, he should not bear in mind the memory of Crossroads Hospital.

It is impossible for the professor to make such a low-level mistake, and it is impossible for the betrayed Watson to make such a low-level mistake.