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During this period of time, Watson has been carrying the Malrum doll with him. He never puts it down whether he is eating, working or bathing. He even puts it on his chest when sleeping... he treats it completely as his own baby.

However, this process is still much easier than raising a real child. The Malrum doll is a wooden doll after all. It does not need to be fed or cleaned up, and it will not cry loudly in the dead of night.

But even though Watson had taken care of him so carefully, he still waited for a full week before he finally established a connection channel with the Malrum doll and began to absorb the knowledge contained within it - that was a piece of information. Broken symbols like shapeless esoteric scriptures.

At that time, Watson had just woken up from his sleep, and he felt that the Malrum doll on his chest was pulsing violently, like the heart of a mature man dancing passionately. It was during this rhythm that the broken heart symbols came in. His soul body.

The knowledge contained in this Malrum doll is also as powerful as the secret scriptures. Even though the symbols are broken and distorted, they are like thunder roaring and bombarding the secret transmission of Watson's soul and heart. The last sutra injects vitality and surging vitality into it, making the already pulsating mental sutra even more exciting.

The entire mysterious scripture danced in Watson's soul with vigorous steps. The twisted strokes outlined in the scripture seemed to be punching the chest, and there was a roaring sound like thunder, and then there was a roar. They suddenly collided together with a loud noise, turning into a pulsating heart that seemed to never stop.

Watson already fully knows the secret of thunder. He now knows the emotions contained in every thunder in the sky of the waking world. He seems to be able to empathize with the ruthless thunder... It turns out that all thunder in the world is a warning. The cry of the storm!

The blade phase quietly retreated to the position of the heart of the soul body, allowing the real heart phase to return to its place, and then swam between the bones, the sharp cold light seeping into the depths of the bone marrow, allowing the body in the waking world to have both. Sharp special effects.

This is not a timid and cowardly avoidance of battle, but the result of careful consideration by the blade... Placing the heart at the heart can give full play to the purpose of longevity and continuation, making the host's life full of vitality and energy... This On the contrary, it is more conducive to the host's fighting, and it is also more conducive to the growth of the blade.

Although the sword is the principle of struggle, it also understands the principle of combining vertical and horizontal.

Watson was finally officially promoted to a first-level Heart Secreter, and he was already qualified to officially contact the affairs of the Crossroads Hospital Order.

At the same time, today is also a Sunday when the hospital is closed. According to the promise he made earlier, he needs to accompany Crovitt to the city for a dinner.

After Clovette rested for a week to make sure that she was not mentally aberrant, she immediately devoted herself to work in the hospital to make up for the gap during the rest. Especially in order to rush to the Sunday dinner date, she continued to work sleeplessly. She worked for three days and three nights. Fortunately, the reception work in the first two days was not particularly busy... but even she felt a little bit tired.

Especially the overtime work last night was particularly heavy. She had to accompany the team to the beach to hold a ceremony to pray for the protection of the Twins of the Sea for the cargo ship that was one of the hospital's sponsors and was about to sail away, so that the cargo ship would not be affected by wind and waves. Invasion.

By the time Crowett completed this series of homework and returned to the hospital dormitory, the winter sun was already high in the sky... She only had time to rest for two hours, and then she immediately got up to squeeze out a little bit of vitality to moisturize her face. Let the tired face regain its luster, and then go to the Rules restaurant with John, who has been waiting for a long time.

Perhaps because she was a little tired, Clovette had a very good appetite today, especially the dishes from the Rules restaurant, which tasted really good!

Oh my gosh, this venison steak tartare is so delicious, so fragrant, tender and smooth! I didn’t expect that deer deer not only look cute, but also taste so good!

It just feels like the taste is very similar to the delicious dish that Mr. Winfres specially asked T.R.N. Co., Ltd. to find in order to help me understand the secret of red!

Well, it must be a coincidence. Did T.R.N. Co., Ltd. also find venison products at that time? Or simply takeout from this Rules restaurant?

It is indeed a long-established store with a history of 100 years! The flavors that have stood the test of time are indeed delicious! Even the secret thirst of the cup can be satisfied!

And according to John, this Rules restaurant was established as early as 1798 AD, and he was able to reserve a seat long in advance... That was 1798! I don’t know if Clovette’s grandmother was born at that time?

Clovette had a great time eating today! Especially when she learned during the meal that John had completely understood the secret of thunder this morning, and her heart was pulsating, she felt even more sincerely happy for her good friend, and even drank three big drinks in a row when she was so happy. A glass of wine forced John to call the waiter to come over and open another bottle of wine.

Clovette had a great time eating today! It seemed that even the cup that had been motionless for a long time was cheering and intoxicated. Her head began to feel a little drunk, and her consciousness was a little confused. The fatigue suppressed by the weak vitality at noon seemed to have returned again.

Moreover, the taxi on the way back drove slowly and smoothly. The slight bumps made people feel like they were in the cradle of childhood, rocking and lulling them to sleep.

And John seemed to see her hidden fatigue, and softly hummed the lullaby he taught him... Hee hee, John's musicality was really bad, not many words were sung to the tune, compared to I was really far behind!

Her head rested on John's hard shoulder, and listening to the slight sway of the carriage and John's humming, she felt as if she had returned to the time when she and her mother slept on a shabby wooden bed when she was a child. The bed board was very hard. And it would make a rattling sound when it moved, but my mother's arms were warm and comfortable, and the lullaby my mother hummed was completely out of tune.

Clovette still fell asleep slowly in this completely tuneless lullaby.

Watson looked at the sleeping face next to him like a drunken kitten. He could see Clovette's long curved eyelashes trembling slightly, and the other party's eyelids were also trembling slightly. It seemed that she had Entered the rapid eye movement phase of sleep.

He gently stretched out his other hand, brushed away a strand of hair that fell on the girl's forehead, and gently touched her face, starting with the delicate and smooth elasticity full of collagen.

The moth inside the skull flapped its wings slightly, and Watson shouted softly:

"It's time to wake up, Emma."

Hearing this, the girl suddenly opened her closed eyes, her eyes filled with the ecstasy of reappearing in the human world.