I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

The follower secretly thought in his heart: "According to Mr. Leonardo, John Watson should have been brainwashed and corrupted by Winfres Morgan, and his heart is almost absolutely loyal. Why did he go out without permission today for no reason?"

"Could it be that this guy has actually gotten rid of the shackles of hypocritical loyalty a long time ago, has regained his true self, and is planning a rebellion behind the scenes?" The suspicious follower once belonged to a secret intelligence team, and out of professional reasons As a habit, he began to speculate on the other party's purpose, no matter how incredible or impossible the guesses were, they all passed through his mind one by one.

Then he sensed that the target had walked into a certain building. The thick wall could not hinder the spread of the heartbeat. According to the city map in his mind, the person following him must have known the real reason for John Watson's outing this time... …It turned out that I wanted to purchase a box of expensive whiskey.

The followers looked at John Watson, who was slowly returning with a wooden box containing wine in his arms, and they couldn't help but laugh in their hearts... The fierce man who once ran rampant on the battlefield of Furstein has now become a man who can only follow orders mindlessly. A puppet?

He only felt a little sad and bitter for a moment, that even such a near-legendary figure could only be reduced to a collared hound in the hands of the powerful.

But what is the difference between those of us who must obey the orders of our superiors 100% and John Watson?

In fact, everyone is just a vicious dog raised by the powerful. They just want to see which owner gives the collar that is more comfortable to wear, and which owner gives the bones that are more delicious to chew.

The follower shook his head pessimistically, followed the target silently, and returned to the Crossroads Hospital where the number of patients was gradually increasing... At least compared to the miserable John Watson, I still retain the freedom of thought, and I can still think in my heart Ranting about injustice and indignation... As long as I continue to work hard and climb higher, one day I will be able to control my own destiny.

"And you, John Watson—"

He glanced at the thin figure disappearing in the dormitory building from afar, and murmured in his heart: "You can only be a loyal family dog ​​in this life."

………………

The sun is still so lazy in winter.

He didn't even sit on the throne of the sky for eight hours, and he was already yawning and wanting to set the mountain. The last sunset couldn't even make the sky burn like clouds, so he left in a hurry.

The poor workers on the day shift have not yet finished work, while the poor workers on the night shift have already started work. The number of patients coming to enjoy free clinic services has visibly decreased, and Cross Road Hospital has finally ushered in a period of rest.

Groups of esoteric cultists can no longer suppress their inner fatigue. Even under the influence of the vitality potion, their bodies maintain full vitality and seem to have endless physical strength. However, no matter how much vitality they have, their mental fatigue cannot What’s hard to erase is that they still need a short break to relieve their mental fatigue, and the period between getting off work in the evening and working overtime at night is their only chance to rest.

Tantric believers who have already started a family will pick up their infant children and use their children’s innocent smiles to soothe their tired hearts; while most Tantric believers will lie down on the bed and fall asleep directly after a good meal...if they do not sleep before going to bed, It would be better if you could have some beer!

Dinner for hospital employees is always served in the public cafeteria in the dormitory area. Everyone sits around rows of long tables, chatting endlessly about what they learned about today's work while swallowing bread dipped in creamy soup... If you ignore the bloody and cruel nature of the discussion, they really look like an ordinary family with a harmonious relationship.

A group of older women who liked to gossip gathered at the corner of the dining table, whispering in low voices.

"Hey, have you heard that John Watson actually got a spot in tonight's promotion ceremony?"

"No, he has only been in the cult for a long time. Apart from the new members who have joined in the past few days, John Watson's qualifications should be the least senior among us, right?"

"What's the matter with my junior qualifications? I can't control others' connections behind their backs... Yesterday afternoon, I saw with my own eyes this John dressed like a dog, holding Melanie's arm and walking into the carriage at the door! Moreover, until I didn’t even see Melanie come back today... Let me tell you, it must have been that the battle last night was so intense that Melanie still hasn’t been able to get out of bed.”

"Ah - no way, are you sure John is with Melanie?! I remember he used to be with Crowe every Sunday -"

Before the gossiper could finish her words, she was quietly pushed on the shoulder by her friend next to her. Then she recalled that since last night, it seemed that she had not heard Crovette's crisp laughter again.

She couldn't help but quietly looked sideways, and saw the mascot of the order, Clovette, whose face was covered with gloomy dark clouds at the moment, as cold as the frost and snow outside, holding a knife and fork behind her back and stabbing her again and again. Croissants on the plate until the crispy toast is smashed into pieces.

She had no choice but to lower her voice again and express her inner doubts: "Even if John and Melanie mix together, Melanie can't arrange for John to jump in line for the promotion ceremony, right?"

"Haha, who knows, I heard that Melanie's mission successfully brought back the collection of books that the leader urgently needed, and they are about to be reused. Maybe she really has such an ability..." Another gossip said quietly: " And, you must never mention John’s name in front of Crovitt again. You all know that the two of them used to have the best relationship, but now John suddenly turns his head to please Melanie——"

Just in the middle of her words, she caught a sharp glimpse of John Watson, the central figure in their discussion, appearing in the public cafeteria for the first time in a long time - you must know that he has not attended this dinner gathering since the end of the mission. .

When John Watson entered the cafeteria, he was still holding a wooden box in his arms. As he walked, there was a faint sound of clanking glass inside the box. The logo of a well-known liquor store was printed on the side of the wooden box. with name.

"Good evening everyone! In order to celebrate my successful return from this mission, I specially bought some good whiskey. I treat you all to a good drink tonight! Please have a good time!!!"

"Huh--" Before everyone could applaud excitedly, there was a clear sound of broken plates in the middle of the dining table. Everyone turned around and saw an angry Crowitt stabbing the table in front of them with a fork. Then he left the scene angrily with a cold snort that showed no mercy at all.

But this little episode didn't disturb everyone's enthusiasm at all. Everyone took the initiative to take the bottle assigned by John Watson, pulled out the cork with a bang, and poured the rich and fragrant whiskey into the glass... but no one drank first. Instead, he first poured a glass and handed it to John Watson, seemingly waiting for him to drink it.

"Hahaha, I'll go first, I'll do it first!" Watson also knew that this group of church members, who seemed like a warm family, actually had all kinds of suspicions in their hearts.

He directly took the glass and drank it in one gulp, then turned the glass upside down to show that he had drank it all.

"Hahaha, John is so heroic! Come on, come on, I'll take a drink from you too. I wish you a smooth promotion tonight! I also wish you and Mei... I wish your nightlife will get better and better!" While toasting, the church member said, He also revealed the quota for the promotion ceremony and the affairs of John and Melanie without leaving any trace, which undoubtedly aroused whispers in the cafeteria that had just fallen silent.

As expected, John Watson's face was also unusually thick. Faced with this overt and covert sarcasm, he actually did not give any explanation. He just smiled and drank another glass of wine.

Perhaps because the injury has not yet healed, his face looks a little pale, but the remaining right eye is shining with active light, and the beating frequency of his heart is also quite strong... It seems that he is still very healthy, then Presumably, the possibility of losing control and going crazy when participating in the promotion ceremony is very high, right?

Some of the esoteric cultists who were dissatisfied did not dare to vent their grievances on the sect's decision-making. They could only curse John secretly in their hearts, hoping that this guy who used the back door would fail to be promoted tonight, and it would be best if he lost control and became deformed on the spot!

And Watson looked at these dear "brethren" in front of him who either showed fake joy or harbored true disgust, and just maintained a shallow smile, watching them drink glass after glass of whiskey, and take down drop after drop. A drop of moth blood.