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"Aren't you just——"

Watson suddenly paused and began to look carefully up and down at the beautiful lady in front of him with an extremely eye-catching appearance.

The first thing he noticed at first glance was the tall, slender and perfect figure of the other party. He seemed to be nearly six feet tall, even half a head taller than himself!

Immediately afterwards, Watson's gaze began to extend downwards following his inner fetish. At a glance, he saw a pair of slender legs that seemed to have perfect golden proportions and showed graceful and round curves under the outline of tight breeches.

Then his eyes mixed with impure thoughts of admiration moved past the lady's slightly flat chest muscles and moved up to a snow-white face with skin as delicate as ancient oriental porcelain... clean and smooth skin, cool and beautiful facial features, light gold-like appearance. With her white hair, clothes of extraordinary workmanship and a transcendent noble temperament, how could such a lady who was obviously born into an aristocracy have a relationship with me? !

I, John Watson, am just an orphan without a father or a mother. I have been crawling on the streets for many years, but I have not achieved anything except a debt. I even had no choice but to join the army to avoid gangs because of my illness. Rogue... How could I possibly have seen such a perfect lady? !

Even if this was just a fleeting dream of me lying in a cold trench, with my poor imagination, I probably couldn't imagine such a cold and beautiful face, could I? !

Moreover, the soft and comfortable feel of the goose down quilt and the faint fragrance of fruit trees in the air are all experiences I have never had before... Can the imagination of dreams create things out of thin air that I have never experienced before? !

But this comfortable touch is so distinct that it feels as if slender goose feathers are brushing against the skin inch by inch. The air inhaled into the lungs through the nose is clean and fresh, and the half-wiped lace stockings under the skirt of the slim nurse are even more clearly visible. Just like the products displayed in a shop window... can the perception of dreams be so real? !

Moreover, my good brother has swelled so much. If it were those rosy dreams in the past, I should have let them out without any trace at this moment... instead of still standing upright and indestructible! ! !

Is all this really just a dream? !

Where am I now? !

Why can't I open my left eye no matter how hard I try? !

Why are my facial muscles as stiff as glue? !

Why is there an unbearable pain in my chest? ? ?

The suffering he endured since childhood prevented John Watson from being completely lost in the gentle countryside in front of him. He knew deep down in his heart that a guy like him was definitely not qualified to enjoy the enjoyment and experience of the upper class... The sky will not miss him. Pies covered in jam are dropped for no reason, and free pies can only be found in smelly trash cans!

The panicked Watson suddenly recalled the horror stories told by his colleagues in the military camp. It is said that the cruel and crazy Gaji cultists have the evil spell to control people's hearts and can silently affect the minds of their enemies, making them indulge in food, wine and beautiful women. A lifelike and illusory dream.

Then those illusory beauties will quietly take away the life and essence of the dreamer. When morning comes, people will lift the tents of the military camp, and they will find the skinny corpses! ! !

He suddenly felt a strong sense of vigilance. His muscles were as tense and stiff as a wary beast. He looked warily at the evil ghost in the skin of a beautiful woman in front of him. He touched the silver table knife on the bedside table with his palm and was about to use the sharp blade directly. Pierce into the chest of the nearest cold beauty who is so perfect that she should not exist in this world!

How could there be such a beautiful woman in this world, and be so attentive to me... This must be the weird spell of the evil Gaji cultists who want to confuse my spirit and take the opportunity to devour my life! ! !

"Ahhhh--go to hell, you damn Gaji cultist!!!"

Trapped in some kind of self-logical closed loop, Watson roared and sat up abruptly, waving the knife in his hand crazily and attacking the woman who was as perfect as an angel!

However, he never thought that if the flawless lady in front of him was a dream ghost created by the evil Gaji cultist, how could he be allowed to stab his chest with a sharp blade? Could it be that the evil ghost couldn't Will they resist and fight back? !

I saw that the cold and noble lady frowned slightly, but she did not dodge the knife that was stabbed directly into her heart. She slowly let go of the right hand that was originally holding the books and documents, and then stabbed it out like a knife. The venomous snake pounced. Before Watson could react, a white but not soft and ink-stained palm had already pinched his wrist, and his thumb was like a venomous snake's fangs biting the protruding... artery.

Watson, who was struggling to resist, suddenly felt extremely sore in his arm, and was no longer able to hold the knife in his palm. His fingers loosened in despair, and he let the sharp knife cut his palm and fell to the ground.

At this time, the three blonde, brown and red-haired nurses covered their mouths in panic and burst out with screams that pierced the clouds and rocks. The door of the white ward was knocked open from the outside with a bang!

Several burly and muscular men rushed in, and before Miss Holmes could say anything to stop him, they pushed the damn guy to the ground. The wound that had not fully healed burst and leaked a trace of blood, staining the bandage, clothes and clothes red. carpet.

Charlotte Holmes looked at the ferocious-looking Watson on the ground, and felt that the other person had become extremely strange... That face full of scars and vicissitudes of life revealed a clear stupidity that she had never seen before... No, that revealed stupidity Not clear, but disgustingly filthy!

The vulgar and filthy words he spoke at the beginning, the self-righteous stupidity he showed when he was wandering around in the middle, and the sudden attack just now... Moreover, Watson was actually muttering about the Gaji cultists when he was violent. Could it be that in his mind? Are you aware that you are still in the Furstein War? !

"Is Watson's brain irreversibly damaged due to excessive blood loss and long-term lack of oxygen, resulting in memory loss?" Charlotte asked the doctor at the hospital in the bureau.

The famous top brain surgeon in London looked at the diagnostic report in his hand, frowned slightly and said: "I don't deny the possibility... but in the end, the most fundamental reason may still be because of Mr. Watson. He once suffered from excessive impact of taboo knowledge or excessive concentration of mental influence in a short period of time, so that his mental consciousness seemed to be seriously injured and riddled with holes."

"Even though he has been lying there for three days and three nights, he is always bathed in the gentle light that Miss Holmes specially ordered... The light that can purify all evil does not have independent consciousness and is not like a surgical operation. That way the doctor knows where the lesions need to be removed and where the patient’s important organs are.”

"Perhaps even the great light of illumination cannot completely purify the impurity in Mr. Watson's mind. The power of forgetfulness and abandonment of the cultists is as difficult to remove as the gangrene attached to the bones."

"Perhaps Mr. Watson's memories involving evil and taboo knowledge have disappeared under the purification light... But according to what you said, Miss Holmes, his memory is only preserved until he just joined the army, and the memory of the following two years has been lost. disappeared, and this situation is obviously completely inconsistent with our inference.”

"So, I personally think that Mr. Watson's current situation is most likely due to the impact of excessive moth-phase mental influence, causing the brain's thinking and consciousness to involuntarily pursue abandonment and forgetfulness, resulting in obvious loss of memory fragments. ... We have found similar situations in other cultists who have been sent for examination. The memory of the most severe cases only lasted until infancy, and the patient is now learning how to walk and run in prison. "

"Therefore, even the most advanced machinery in the bureau cannot restore what happened in the underground cave at that time by scanning their light. As for applying for a consultant team to sneak into Mansu Dreamland to inquire about the souls of the deceased that night, it is even more difficult... First of all, Not to mention that after death, the souls of these telepathic cultists will turn into rhythm and merge into the drum of the world. Even our soldiers who died in the extermination will not only be sucked out of life by the evil emerald tree, but even the light will be devoured, and their souls have long been mutilated. ”

"Furthermore, the memories of the surviving cultists are too incomplete. The great light technique can only purify the remaining filth and darkness, and does not have the function of repairing and making up for it out of thin air."

"Memories that have been forgotten due to the influence of moth magic are like discarded garbage. No one knows where these memories have been abandoned... There is little hope of completely recovering this part of the missing memory!"

The doctor paused and continued:

"But there is also good news, that is, according to the diagnostic results of the aura scanner in the bureau, Mr. Watson's sanity aura has now returned to the intensity of a normal person, and is even much stronger than that of an average person."

The doctor from the Anti-Suppression Bureau spread out the diagnostic report in his hand on the table, pointed with a pencil to the first data point of one of the undulating line charts, and explained: "This is the intensity of Mr. Watson's sanity when he was just admitted to the hospital. Calculated according to the Bureau's statistical standards, the sanity value is 0.57, which is only equivalent to 57% of the intensity of the sanity of an adult who has received basic education... If described in a vivid way, That’s probably equivalent to a ten-year-old child.”

The pencil in his hand continued to follow the fold line, "And in the third hour after completing the emergency surgery, when Mr. Watson was bathed in the purification of the great light for the first time, his sanity fluctuated even more violently. Within the next seven hours, the lowest value dropped to 0.32. According to the Bureau's statistical standards, any adult with a sanity value lower than 0.3 is by default deemed to have severe mental retardation, which is what we commonly call "Idiot."

"But fortunately, after this stage, Mr. Watson's sanity began to slowly recover. Although there were occasional drops, the overall trend was still upward."

The doctor from the Anti-Suppression Bureau tapped his pencil on several important marks. "Twenty-four hours after the operation, Mr. Watson's sanity level has returned to 0.85."

"Forty-eight hours after the operation, Mr. Watson's sanity has returned to 0.98."

"Seventy-two hours after the operation, Mr. Watson's sanity returned to 1.21 - he can be called a well-educated adult."

"Seventy-eight hours after the operation, which is when Mr. Watson just woke up, his sanity began to strangely drop to 0.91."

"In the few minutes when he suddenly burst out and wanted to hurt you, Miss Holmes, I have been paying close attention to the fluctuations of the scanner. When Mr. Watson fell into an obvious thinking state, his sanity level recovered slightly, but It was still fluctuating between 0.9 and 1.1, but when he picked up the knife, his sanity dropped to 0.85. "

"It wasn't until the colleagues who came over after hearing the noise injected Mr. Watson with a sedative that his sanity slowly returned to about 1.2 after fifteen minutes and temporarily stabilized."

The doctor of the Suppression Bureau also showed a hint of doubt in his dark eyes hidden behind thick lenses. He dug out the past experimental data in the drawer to prove to Miss Holmes that his next words were reasonable inferences and conclusions based on a large amount of experimental data.

"But according to my experience over the years, the cause of Mr. Watson's memory loss is not only the impact of excessive moth phase mental influence, but also excessive blood loss leading to long-term brain hypoxia and irreparable damage. It is more likely that the information he received before he fell into a coma was beyond his imagination and exceeded the limit of his brain's capacity... Generally, in this case, it is very likely that he was unlucky to directly witness the scales and armor of the hidden god during the ceremony!" "In order to protect himself, his brain selectively forgot that part of the memory temporarily... However, under the influence of the moth phase evil magic, the brain's selective forgetting power was obviously too strong, so that even the memories of the past two years were blocked." Charlotte listened to the summary of this so-called supernatural mental injury diagnosis expert, but she still didn't quite understand it. Even though she was born with amazing learning ability, the time and energy of a mortal's life are limited, and the efficiency of her ears and eyes in receiving information is limited-she has not had time to learn about various types of supernatural contact residual injuries. "Then according to you, doctor, there is still a chance for Watson's memory to be restored?"

The doctor of the Suppression Bureau nodded heavily, "Yes, it is very likely that Mr. Watson can recover his lost memories by resting and adjusting his mental state!"

"But even so, I don't think Mr. Watson can completely recover all the lost memories. Maybe he can recover most of the memories in the past two years, but at least those memories that were directly affected by the moth phase evil magic and witnessed the taboos and secrets may be difficult to recover in this lifetime."

"The secrets hidden in the human brain are far more profound than we imagined, or Maybe Mr. Watson's brain will directly block all knowledge about hidden secrets and taboo knowledge... to prevent Watson from recalling the horrors he saw in the underground headquarters through the clues of taboos and secrets. "

"Is it only possible to restore the memory before he came into contact with the secret world..."

Charlotte Holmes fell into deep thought...If Watson can only recall the memory before he came into contact with any hidden secrets, then it is the memory before he just retired and joined my detective agency and had not yet come into contact with the case at No. 3 Lauriston Garden Street and met the deformed patrolman Lance?

In other words, Watson will forget our subsequent experiences, and forget the experience of sacrificing himself to block William McConaughey's finger attack for me?

Charlotte's face suddenly showed a regretful and sad smile.

In fact, for Watson, such forgetting may be a good choice.

He will no longer need to worry about the harm of taboo knowledge for the rest of his life, and he will no longer need to fight with me on the front line against madness and stupidity.

He could be like an ordinary person, marrying and having children in peace and quiet, and live a happy and fulfilling old age, instead of being killed by cultists at any time like now.

After figuring it all out, Charlotte sighed softly, feeling relieved.

She nodded slightly and said, "I understand, doctor. Please continue the treatment."

The doctor just shook his head, "I'm sorry, Miss Holmes, Mr. Watson's symptoms are no longer suitable for staying in our hospital. We are better at treating direct injuries caused by supernatural phenomena. The conditioning of the sequelae of such supernatural injuries is not our area of ​​expertise... I recommend that you handle the discharge procedures for Mr. Watson and transfer him to other places that are more suitable for recuperation."

"Do you have any good places to recommend?"

The doctor of the Anti-Suppression Bureau looked at John Watson, who was tied with restraints behind the one-way mirror but was still roaring wildly, "You damn Gaji cultists, don't try to deceive me!" "This is all fake and just a dream!"

He recommended very seriously: "I sincerely believe that the most suitable place for Mr. Watson to be placed right now is Woolsthorpe Lunatic Asylum!"