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It turned out that Leonardo's deduction was completely correct.

About an hour and twenty minutes later, the entangled hearts once again climbed to the top of the third cup mountain.

Shuang Xin finally ushered in a brief period of weakness - even a physically energetic person needs a moment of respite before he can cheer up again.

Leonardo in the dark alley has already put out his ninth cigarette. He is really impatient with waiting... Although relaxing the assassination target's vigilance through the Rule of Cup is the most common method.

But John Watson, you guys are too cautious! When you reach the top of the cup for the first time, you can already start taking action! ! !

"Could this guy be suffocating after staying in the Crossroads Order for too long, and take this opportunity to vent his anger?" Leonardo couldn't help but speculate in his heart, "I really can't wait any longer, Marder. !”

But fortunately, John Watson didn't let him wait until the fourth, fifth, or sixth rounds.

In Leonardo's telepathic perception, the rhythm that represented Melanie suddenly paused for a moment between the passionate pulses, and he seemed to be able to see a sharp blade piercing his heart.

Then the heart that was stuck by the sharp blade desperately tried to beat, trying to continue the vitality of the body, but then some more powerful force directly suppressed the beating of the heart.

The weak heart seemed to want to try to struggle, but after only three difficult beats, it fell into final silence.

But in the next second, the heart that was supposed to be dead began to beat weakly again!

It's just that the pulsation at this time is no longer to continue the life of the body, but just because of the penetration of external exciting power to force it to continue to be alive.

It is just to keep this mass of flesh and blood fresh, so that the remaining power inside will not be lost too much.

Then I saw a figure on the roof of the hotel suddenly jumped down from the roof, and stepped heavily into the sewage pool in the back alley of the hotel. A black and smelly oil-stained splash almost hit him. .

The person who landed suddenly raised his head, holding the still lingering heart of the lantern man in his arms, and a cold and cold light flashed through his single eye.

Watson looked at the stranger who followed him and Melanie all the way. In his moth's vision, this handsome man's complexion was as thick as ancient iron.

The other party exhaled fiery breath from his mouth and nose, and the big cloud of breath was as rich and gray as the steam of a locomotive. The falling snowflakes fell on this person's shoulders and immediately melted into a puddle of water, and quickly evaporated into a light Mist... At first glance, this person seems to be wrapped in steam armor, with steaming heat exuding from all over his body.

"Is this gentleman waiting for me?"

Leonardo spit out the nearly burnt cigarette butt in his mouth, and the turbid green smoke leaked between his mouth and nose. He looked at the target who had discovered his identity at some point, and his eyes seemed to be lit with blazing fireworks.

"John H. Watson, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He slowly approached the goal of his trip with heavy steps, and his two hot pupils seemed to be bursting out with rising blazing mana as the smoke swirled around him.

Leonardo suddenly stretched out his right arm like a claw... then hugged his shoulders and shouted in a very familiar manner: "Oh Shet! Man, you are really not picky at all! You can actually force yourself to eat." It took me three rounds to make a move, how fucking hungry are you?!"

Facing this stalker who didn't seem to have any hostility, Watson just raised his eyebrows and replied frivolously in a familiar tone: "How can I put this...don't waste it if you have something to eat."

When Leonardo heard this quote, which can be called a classic in the cup world, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praised, "Awesome! Man, you are really like this, I really admire you from the bottom of my heart!" !”

He put his arm around John Watson's shoulders and tried to pull him towards him, but he never expected that he could not move him at all.

This made him a little surprised. Although he had not used his full strength yet, as far as he knew, this retired officer should only have studied to the level of the first level of swordsmanship. This lowest level of secret transmission has limited improvement in physical strength, and also That is to say, its own basic strength is not weak.

Leonardo really admired this guy more and more, thinking it would be a pity not to bring such a talent into our club.

He patted the opponent's shoulder heavily and praised again: "Okay, man! I just finished three cups in a row, and I still have such a stable bottom line!"

Watson just smiled slightly. The most suitable way to close the distance between men is often to rely on these kinds of erotic jokes. He also responded cooperatively: "It's okay, the real pure man must at least be Don’t pour seven cups.”

"Hahaha, well said!"

Lena Andor patted John Watson's shoulder three times in agreement. With each slap, he quietly increased the force, but the seemingly thin body underneath remained as steady as a rock until he used 80% of his strength. After taking the third palm, the opponent shook his body slightly.

"Not bad, really good. You can build such a strong body just by relying on the secret of the knife!"

"Man, you really should leave Winfreth Morgan. The future for an outstanding blader like you is limited among those sanctimonious hypocrites. It's better to abandon the dark side and join the bright side. I guarantee that I can give you a real life." A stage that shines brightly.”

"There will never be a superior like Charlie who only has a piece of shit in his head. You can show your military talents to your heart's content and pave the stairs under your feet with the bones of the enemy."

Leonardo seemed to invite quite sincerely, and his hot breath had already sprayed onto Watson's face, stimulating it so much that the pores on his face shrank on their own.

But Watson still smiled and refused: "Thank you sir for your kind invitation, but Mr. Morgan has been a life-saving and educational gift to me. I have sworn to be loyal to him for the rest of my life and cut off all obstacles in his way."

"I'm glad to chat with you, but I have to transport the goods in my hand back now... I'll continue chatting next time I have the chance." Watson said as he broke away from the other party's shoulder and left.

"Hey, don't worry." Leonardo quickly pressed down on the target of his struggle. When he fully used his huge power that burned like a forge, even the restless industrial machinery would surrender.

"I've already prepared the carriage and am waiting for you to go downstairs after you finish. Come on, I'll give you a ride. Anyway, I have to go back and report what I saw today to Winfrey."

Watson wondered: "Report to Mr. Morgan... So sir, are you also a church member of the hospital? Why do we seem to have never met?"

"Hahaha, I only joined in the past few days since you were out. It's normal that you haven't seen me... Let's go quickly, that heart is almost cooling down."

Leonardo dragged John Watson into the carriage he had summoned, patted the inner wall of the carriage heavily, and shouted to the support staff assigned by the society: "Hey, take us to Crossroads Hospital, hurry up!"

The four dark horses that had been waiting for a long time suddenly raised their front hooves and galloped away with the sound of whips.

As the carriage drove towards the courtyard, the hotel gradually disappeared into the night.

In the guest room with broken windows, Melanie, who was pale and bleeding, looked at the anti-suppression bureau officers who were busy cleaning up the scene in the room, and asked angrily: "Miss Holmes...can such a fake heart really be hidden?" Ever been to Winfrey Morgan?"

The female detective, who had regained her true appearance, turned back and brushed away the silver hair hanging from her forehead. The blood on her fingertips stained her cold face.

Charlotte just said lightly: "Don't worry, the art of change is enough to forge a heart that resonates exactly like yours. The great skill is far more powerful than you imagine."

"The great skills are far superior to the invisible skills you are studying. Winfreth will definitely not be able to detect the abnormality, unless-"

But the next second she thought of another pessimistic possibility, "Unless he has passed through what you cultists call the Hunter's Gate and has awakened the third mark."