I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

I saw several overworked young women lying scattered in the hall. They were unconscious with disheveled hair, and their faces were as thin and haggard as medicine residue.

Their bodies showed an unusually rosy color, and they were breathing weakly. It was obvious that they still had half of their lives left.

Watson then detected an extremely strong smell of heather, which tasted like putrid spring water flowing from unexplored valleys and peaks.

The rotten and fishy smell makes one unable to help but feel sick to the stomach.

The target of this trip, Harris Boot, was facing away from him in a posture that was very familiar to Watson, like an old cow that worked tirelessly to plow the fields, and like a cow that had not tasted meat for a long time. Hungry jackal.

Harris's luxurious clothes were torn into pieces, unable to cover his huge body like a mountain of flesh.

Looking from Watson's perspective, he saw a pair of deformed and skinny arms growing out of the opponent's armpits! The skin under the waistline is as pink and tender as a newborn baby that has just crawled out of the spring water. It is completely different in color from the skin in other areas, like a patch in the shape of boxer briefs sewn onto the flesh.

He was actually born with four arms... This weird sense of sight is getting stronger and stronger!

Watson could imagine the hateful and terrifying face that the other party would turn to next.

But the actual development will always exceed expectations...because Harris has no time to pay attention to him, turns a deaf ear to the sound of breaking the door, and is still immersed in indulgence!

Looking at the opponent's abnormal body, which was as fat as a bear and had four arms protruding from it, Watson intuitively felt something was wrong. Harris seemed to be even more deformed than Lance. This sturdy body seemed to be extremely resistant to beatings... …

Moreover, it seems that the other party is just indulging in lust and has not made any big mistakes. It is still a simple transaction... Maybe we should wait for Holmes to arrive before discussing it together?

He slowly retreated behind the door, and his eyes suddenly glanced at a patch of soil that had obviously been loosened recently, next to the tulip field in the courtyard that was in bloom.

He had some kind of intuitive premonition and picked up the shovel on the ground to dig up the soil. The first time he hit it, he hit something hard. When he lowered his head, he saw a gray and stiff arm stretching out from the soft sand, smearing it. The five bright red fingers are slightly opened towards the sky, like a flower of rotting flesh and blood waiting to bloom!

Watson dug even harder, and he actually dug out two naked female corpses. They looked to be in their prime of youth, with a hint of childishness on their dust-covered faces.

They are still in the best stage of their lives and should enjoy the bright sunshine and fresh air instead of being buried in the soil and turning into nutrients for flowers and plants.

Watson's brows were deeply furrowed. He considered himself an extremely ruthless person. On the battlefield, he could kill enemies without any scruples, and he would also use cruel and bloody methods to torture and interrogate prisoners.

Whether in this life or in his previous life, Watson has seen too much killing and death. When he sees wild cats and dogs being crushed to death by wheels on the roadside, he no longer thinks that they are dead lives... just a ball of cats. It's just raw meat in the shape of a dog.

But the experience of growing up under the red sunshine still left in his heart a bottom line of human morality, or should be said to be a prohibition - in non-wartime conditions, one must not kill others at will.

Unless the other party has violated this rule...

Unless the person is trying to hurt me...

Unless the other person is trying to hurt me...

Unless the other person is providing assistance to an enemy who intends to harm me, or is planning to provide assistance...

unless…………

All in all - Harris' behavior has clearly violated Watson's prohibition, and he did it twice!

Watson recalled the original founder of this prohibition, the teachings of his adoptive father - if you meet someone who violates the prohibition, and the other person does not repent, and the other person will not be punished by the law... then, you There is no need to suppress your nature anymore, let’s release your murderous thoughts to your heart’s content!

"Is Harris one of these?" Watson thought to himself, "Yes, he killed two young ladies because of his indulgent desires. He has become deformed and lost his mind. He is still the son of a marquis, and it is very likely that he will... Escaped the sanction of the law afterwards..."

When the evidence in front of him was enough to convince him, Watson's desire for killing spewed out, like a raging wave crashing the law of order, the moth in his skull flapped its wings with joy, and the crack in the superego dike gradually widened and almost collapsed!

With a cold-blooded and indifferent nature on his face, Watson said lightly:

"Harris...you really deserve to die."

Perhaps hearing the familiar name, the busy monster's movements froze slightly, but the next second he continued to be immersed in the indulgent sounds.

If that's the case...then just die!

The magazines rattled and rotated, the two guns spitting out angry flames, and all twelve bullets poured out in two seconds.

Even though Harris's head was as hard as steel like Lance's at this moment, under the fierce firepower at close range, a large hole with bloody flesh was blasted out, and the faintly visible nerve tissue like red oil tofu brain was slightly Trembling.

But even though he suffered such serious injuries, even if his skull was opened, even if his brain was inlaid with yellow-orange bullets... Harris still didn't fall down, he just stopped making large movements, which was enough. It can be seen that its vitality is astonishing, far more than the insect monster Lance!

It turned back slowly, a muffled roar crawling from its throat, its blue eyes filled with monstrous anger... Who is it! How dare you interrupt my pursuit of pleasure! ! !

It was the deformed face of a terrifying villain that once again exceeded Watson's imagination. Harris's sweaty face was covered with pimples the size of the knuckles of his tail finger, and there were even longer bumps on both sides of his chin. It is full of a row of short fingers, just like the fingers of a pianist playing music shaking up and down!

At this moment, it was spitting out its tongue like a panting male dog in summer, but the 'tongue' had split into a deformed mouthpart shaped like a trident, with a thick muzzle covered with ferocious veins in the middle, and slender snake tongues on both sides. Constantly twisting and dancing.

And on the upper body that couldn't be covered by the torn cloth strips, two vertical wounds appeared on the top of the plump chest muscles that far surpassed everyone present.

Watson suddenly began to hate his current sharp eyesight, because he could clearly see familiar organ and tissue structures inside the wound, and yellow-white pus was constantly seeping out.

This weird and infiltrating scene made Watson look evil. Compared to the insect-like Lance, the appearance of the monster in front of him was more direct to the weakness of the human heart. It was so disgusting that it was as if there was a sticky palm. Stuff it into your throat, forcefully pick your throat and force you to vomit on the spot.

He forced himself to hold back the vomiting in his stomach. Now that the magazine in his hand was empty, he couldn't just stand there and wait for the enemy to counterattack.

Watson quickly retreated to distance himself, took the opportunity to pour out the hot bullet casings, and refilled the golden bullets.

Deformed Harris waved the four arms that spread out from the bucket-like body. The arms were soft and strong, crackling like a long whip lashing the air.

Its eyes were filled with rage...why! Why do you always disturb me when I am having fun!

Its two right arms lifted the single-seater sofa weighing dozens of kilograms next to it, with an understatement like picking up a child's toy, and suddenly threw it towards the annoying male creature in front of it.

Watson's legs and feet have recovered as before, and his agility is no longer as slow as when he faced Lance. He can easily avoid it with just a sideways movement.

However, Harris's offensive has not stopped yet. It shoots porcelain vases, small round tables, and swirling murals one after another with its bow left and right...

These childish attacks were all avoided by Watson, whose dynamic vision was greatly improved, with nimble steps. He looked as relaxed as if he were taking a leisurely stroll in the garden. He took out his gun to fight back, and a bright red fire with turbidity burst out on Harris. The greasy blood of white fat, and the hoarse roars of pain

Watson even had time to think:

"Why are Harris and Lance both deformed monsters, so different in appearance from each other..."

"One is like a ferocious insect, and the other has abnormal limb growth..."

"Could it be that the causes that induce their mutations are different? Is it physical factors, personality differences, or knowledge?"

"According to the Anti-Suppression Bureau, witnessing hidden knowledge should cause physical distortion of mortals... Although I don't know why I am still able to retain my sanity and normal appearance..."

"Perhaps as Elson said, the key to secret transmission lies in the nine soul qualities. But when ordinary people come into contact with secret knowledge or pass test-like judgments, those who are satisfied can maintain their bodies and minds to know the secrets like me. Preach the scriptures, and losers will lose their minds and become monsters like Lance Harris.”

"The key point that leads to such a difference in the direction of their distortion is the difference in the secret knowledge they are exposed to. Lance was seduced by moths, but what about Harris? Looking at his hungry and unbearable look, could it be that there is also the Secret of the Rabbit? /Dolphin Secret/Teddy Secret?”

While Watson was thinking wildly, he also did not forget to pay attention to the situation on the scene. Strategically, he could despise the enemy, but tactically, he must pay attention to the enemy.

When he noticed that Harris's four arms were working together to lift a huge solid wood round table that weighed several hundred kilograms above his head, he immediately stopped his divergent thoughts and concentrated on the enemy in front of him.

Harris raised the round table as if he had picked up a novel toy, and let out a burst of bark-like laughter that seemed to show off his power, directly destroying this large hidden weapon that was enough to block Watson's entire retreat. Smashed out.

If it had been Watson before, this heavy blow would have been unable to dodge despite all his efforts, and he would have to pay the price of some injuries.

But after what happened at the Black Crow Bar last night and stealing part of the mysterious power of the Moth Secret, he was no longer the same as before!

Watson narrowed his right eye slightly and focused most of his visual attention on his left pupil. Suddenly, a deep emerald green light burst out from the bottom of his eyes. The world in front of him seemed to slow down, and everything seemed to be stained with sluggishness. resistance.

He looked at the solid wood dining table that could accommodate ten people and was slowly flying towards him. Although he could not allow his trunk nerve reactions to keep up with this powerful dynamic vision, the extra buffer time was enough for him to plan. Find the best dodge route!

He bent his knees and bent over, burying his head and rolling forward. He narrowly missed the solid wood round table, and the strong wind brought by the flying heavy object blew over his scalp.

When Watson raised his head, he saw Harris, whose attack was ineffective, clapping on the spot with a smile on his face, as if he was praising his agility, like an audience applauding after seeing a good show. .

He will never feel pity for the other person's retarded behavior. He will kill you while you are alone! The two guns fired accurately and continuously, and the gun hit the opponent's eye, and the broken lens mixed with blood splashed like glass shards - against this kind of opponent whose head is like a steel plate and who treats body injuries as if they are nothing, you must attack the fatal vital point. .

Harris collapsed suddenly, and his body as heavy as a mountain hit the floor, which seemed to cause a slight earthquake. The shock caused a woman who had just escaped from the sea of ​​suffering to slide loosely from the sofa. Her eyes were distracted and confused, and she collapsed to the ground again. cannot.

"Is this death?"

Watson looked at the fat mountain of meat that seemed to be no longer moving. He felt that it was still not safe enough, but the ammunition he carried was about to run out and he could not refill the gun.

He had another plan in mind, but out of the last trace of his conscience, he carefully dragged several unconscious women away from the scene, keeping a close eye on Harris during the process, and temporarily placed the ladies in the courtyard. In the meantime, he casually pulled down the curtains to cover their bodies.

Then he took out a few bottles of seemingly expensive single malt whiskey from the newly purchased wine cabinet in the house, smashed them on Harris several meters away, then took out the matches he carried with him and lit them on the soles of his shoes.

A new flame floated past the cigarette that had just been held in the owner's mouth, and then slid out of a standard parabola in the air, landing right on the motionless alien body.

Harris's body seemed to be a good fuel material. The flames spread all over his body and smoke rose rapidly.

There was a crackling sound from the flames, like the popping of grease from barbecued pork belly, and the smoke also carried a strong smell of barbecue.

Watson's five senses seemed to be enhanced, and his emotions seemed to be deepening. He listened to the sound and smelled the fragrance, and couldn't help but think about it in his heart. His stomach seemed to be rumbling with hunger...

Even though Harris has been deformed into another creature, even though Harris' meat looks extremely plump, even though the smell of Harris' meat smells so damn tempting and so damn fragrant! Even though...

Snap - Watson slapped himself with all his strength, and his cheeks immediately became red and swollen with clear five-finger prints. The painful stimulation made him temporarily wake up.

"Stop looking!"

"Stop smelling it!"

"Don't think about it anymore!"

"There is definitely something abnormal about Harris's body! It must be influencing me silently and tempting me!!!"

"Go! Go quickly! Get out of here quickly!"

"Hold your breath, cover your ears, and run away from Harris!"

Watson immediately shook his head, shut down his five senses, thought wildly in his mind to divert his attention, and ran to the courtyard without looking back.

It was precisely because of this that he didn't hear the crisp clang sound coming from behind him, which was the sound of bullet casings falling to the ground.

Behind Watson, a huge body like a blazing torch slowly approached like a hide-and-seek, and its charred face could be vaguely seen in the flames, with a big smile from the corners of its mouth to its ears.

Cup phase is really difficult to write, it is easy to enter the palace...