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Clovette finally convinced Ms. Marina, who was in charge of scheduling, to give her a Sunday off.

Watson also kept his promise and invited Clovette to the Holborn restaurant to enjoy her long-awaited cream of mushroom soup.

At the dinner table, he acted like a newcomer who had just come into contact with the hidden world and was anxious to learn more. He whispered and asked for information about various types of secret transmissions.

However, Crovette, who has always been talkative, just smiled and said nothing when faced with the frequent questions from her good friend John, and concentrated on tasting the dishes in front of her. She took a spoonful of the thick and fragrant milky white soup and put it into her mouth, tasting it carefully.

Hmm...it turns out to be this taste, it's really fresh, fragrant and sweet!

It’s much more delicious than the soup my mother used to cook with seasoning cream and wild mushrooms on the roadside!

It's a pity that I couldn't bring my mother with me... By the way, sister, what do you think of this taste? Isn’t it so much better than the wild mushroom soup we had when we were kids?

Hey sister, why don't you say anything? I remember when we were young, every time we passed by here, you would quietly tell me that we must live a good life in the future and eat here every day.

Clovette never heard her sister's reply, but this did not affect her at all from eating the free lunch happily... As for John's question? Mr. Winfrey had specifically reminded me before that information about the hidden world should not be revealed to new church members in advance to prevent them from accidentally coming into contact with knowledge they should not know and falling into loss of control and distortion.

John is a good friend who will treat me to a big dinner. I can't leak the news in advance and cause him to lose control... Otherwise, how will anyone treat me to delicious food in the future? !

So the lunch ended with Watson's constant questions and Crovette's smile without answering.

They took a taxi and returned to Cross Road Hospital. Before they could cross the hospital and return to the dormitory, a church member came up and said, "John, the dean is looking for you. He asked you to go to his office later." One trip.”

"Okay, thank you. I'll go over there right away." Watson turned to Clowett and said, "Then I'll go to Mr. Morgan's office first. Clowett, you can go back by yourself."

"Bye." Crowett waved with a smile, and before she had gone a few steps, she turned back and shouted: "By the way, John, can we change to a different restaurant next week? I'm a little tired of Holborn Restaurant. ”

"My wallet won't last long if I eat like this every week."

Watson, on the other hand, had a dumbfounded expression, thinking to himself that Clovette is obviously the secret keeper of the heart, but not the secret of the cup, so why is she so greedy for food... Wait, I seem to have missed something!

The focus of his pupils was still on Crovette's face, but at the same time, he was distracted by looking at the other face on the other side's chest with his peripheral vision. That beautiful face had the same face but was filled with resentment and viciousness... Could it be that this other face of Clovette also has a cup face?

When Crowett heard Watson's words, she looked as pitiful as a kitten and blinked her charming big eyes, "Then...can I do it every month? If it happens to be every month, I can Let Ms. Marina give us the same day off.”

Watson frowned slightly, seeming to be thinking about this proposal, but he was thinking in his heart:

"According to the moth's vision, most of the employees in the Crossroads Hospital have virtual appearances with deformed sarcomas on their chests. Only Winfreth, Nello, and Crovette have other special appearances. appearance."

"Obviously the three of them have different secret transmission paths from other employees... Could this be the promotion ceremony that Victor Jr. mentioned at the beginning?" The more Watson thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible. If this group of esoteric staff were not promoted through normal practices and practices, but obtained supernatural and taboo power through some weird mysterious ritual, it would explain why their secret appearances look so similar.

"According to this inference, Clovette is obviously an alien different from other employees... But why her? What is the essential difference between her and other esoteric cultists?"

"Is it her smile and happiness anytime and anywhere? Does practicing esoteric transmission require this kind of big-hearted person who has no sorrow or sorrow?"

Watson can't verify his idea for the time being, but he knows that the results will be delivered to his door soon... But for now, establishing a good relationship with Crovette is definitely a thing of no harm!

So he said in a tone that was still a little embarrassed and hesitant: "Okay, if it's just one meal a month... I should still be able to afford it. Fortunately, I don't need to pay rent or food in the hospital. "Fee, my pension is still enough."

"Okay!!!" Crowett was so happy that she almost jumped up, with a joyful smile on her face, "Then I won't disturb John and Mr. Winfrey. You can go quickly. "

"Um."

Today is a Sunday, and Cross Road Hospital has suspended free clinics. Except for some hospitalized patients, the pure white building in Nuo Dajian is empty.

Watson came to the dean's office on the top floor, knocked three times, and waited for permission to enter from inside before pushing the door open.

"Mr. Morgan, I heard that you have something to ask me about?"

The director's office of the Crossroads Hospital was still so simple. Winfreys was sitting behind his desk writing and drawing at the moment, but Watson saw the regularity of his handwriting, which seemed to be more like copying and scribbling, as if he was taking notes while reading.

Winfreys gently closed the pages of the book upon hearing the sound. His movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid that excessive force would damage the somewhat tattered and incomplete ancient book in his hand... It was a thread-bound manuscript that looked extremely old. The cover of the book was decorated with dried coral, the paper was yellowed, and the edges were jagged and sharp.

"Oh, John, you're here. Sit down first."

Watson sat on the backless square stool in front of the desk, with his back straight like a soldier waiting for the general's review.

Winfreys put the tattered manuscript book back into the drawer under the desk. Watson had deliberately looked away, but his peripheral vision inadvertently glimpsed that the cover of the tattered book seemed to become transparent.

He was able to see the inside of the book, which was written in a strange language that was neither English nor Latin. Those words were mixed with strange powers beyond common sense, and seemed to make the witness feel dry mouth and tongue.

This made Watson think of the secret scriptures for no reason... The words used in this broken manuscript seemed to be a language with power like the secret scriptures.