I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Anna's pale hair, as smooth as ice and snow, had been shaved off in a prank game, and now her bald little head has regrown a thin layer of frost-like stubble.

This sweet, cute and pitiful girl still doesn’t know about the tragedy that happened at Cross Road Hospital a few days ago.

Little did they know that Crossroads Hospital had been sealed off and run down, and that its illegally funded director, Winfres Morgan, had turned into a ball of charred flesh and blood. The mutilated and missing corpses were stored in the dark evidence room of the Anti-Suppression Bureau... Maybe this was the case. At this moment, it has been thrown into the cold and hot furnace, turning into a ball of rare raw materials of the heart.

She simply thought that her father had encountered some difficulties, so she asked Sister Clovette and Uncle Nello to take her to this remote manor to recuperate. Although the medical environment here was far less luxurious than the Royal Free Hospital, it was not as good as that. There was an unpleasant smell of disinfectant, not to mention the vague smell of decay - it was probably the smell of death and despair.

The manor occupies a very large area, and even in the cold weather of December, there are all kinds of colorful flowers planted in the manor. The blooming flowers are so bright and beautiful that it is awe-inspiring.

Even the four servant uncles often wear flower clothes and flower helmets, and they even make funny moves like puppets to amuse themselves.

The young gentleman with a face very similar to Uncle John also took him very patiently around the manor. Every night he would tell himself little bedtime stories in a very gentle tone, such as the love between Tom the cat and Jack the mouse. Stories about killing each other and the stupid gray wolf that always failed to catch sheep.

Anna Morgan only felt that she was very happy during these days, ten times happier than staying in the Royal Free Hospital!

The only regret is that his father is not by his side, and he has not even made a single call from the magical bone fragment... Humph! Dad must be busy at work again, and he must be so busy that he doesn’t even have time to eat dinner!

When my father comes to visit me next time, I will tell him why he always doesn't pay attention to rest when he is busy! ! !

‘By the way, brother Sebastian, did dad tell you recently when he would come over to see me? ’

‘Why haven’t I received any reply from my dad recently to the messages I sent by knocking on the small bone pieces? ’

‘Is dad’s magic bone fragment broken, or is my magic bone fragment broken? ’

'Brother Sebastian, could you please ask Uncle Nero to tell Dad to stop working so hard? My illness has been relieved recently. Dad actually doesn't need to be so busy. I...I can still If you can hold on, I can wait a little longer. ’

And Sebastian just smiled and stroked the woolen felt hat on the girl's head.

This familiar action also made Anna couldn't help but think of Uncle John.

"Don't worry, it will be soon. When Miss Emma and Mr. Nello come back for the meeting tonight, I will be able to bring you the news about Mr. Winfrey, little Anna."

Anna, who was slumped in a wheelchair, tapped the small table twice, and the crisp echo symbolized her inner joy and desire.

That night, Anna and Winfrey met for the first time in a long time.

It's just that the process of meeting seemed a bit obscure, even extraordinarily absurd and cruel.

Anna didn't know why Mr. Sebastian suddenly wanted to lie down on this weird wooden bed that was uncomfortable and even a little boney. The bed was not even flat at all and there was no soft and comfortable goose down cushion.

The bed frame was as strange as a bone, which made the girl feel extremely uncomfortable... It was as if there was a terrifying ghost hiding inside the wooden bed, which was faintly flowing with emerald green light, and would sneak in while the child was sleeping. Dreams release fear.

Of course she didn't know that she had already guessed some kind of bloody and cruel truth in a trance - there was indeed a ghost's faint consciousness inside the fluorescent green wooden bed, which was the product of the highly entangled combination of intracranial light and plant instinct. , even the greedy moth monster couldn't completely drink up the brilliance.

And the owner of this incomplete and broken consciousness is the girl's longing for good father - Winfrey Morgan.

Winfrey Morgan finally met her daughter again in such a humiliating and humble way. Even the faint flowing green inside the bed that was restored after absorbing enough vitality could not help but accelerate, just like when mortals witness joyful things. The blood speeds up with excitement.

Uneasy Anna tapped the bed lightly and asked in a panic: 'Brother Sebastian, why do I feel like this bed is shaking slightly? It feels so uncomfortable and uncomfortable. Will Anna sleep on this bed in the future? Could you please change to another bed? Anna doesn't like sleeping on it...I'm a little scared. ’

The boy still just smiled lightly. He reached out and took off the girl's woolen felt hat and said softly: "Don't be afraid, little Anna~ I'm just lying down for a while."

"This is the bed specially sent by Mr. Winfrey. He said it will be helpful for Anna's treatment. You can try to close your eyes and squint for a while. Maybe when you wake up, the pain will disappear. Where is it?”

"Tuk tuk tuk tuk (really? Is it really a gift from dad?!)"

"Tuk-tuk (Okay, then I'll just endure the discomfort and sleep for a while.)"

"Tuk tuk tuk (Humph, bad dad, he hasn't come to see me for so many days, and he still gave me such a strange bed... I hate his dad!)"

The resentful girl slowly fell asleep as Sebastian hummed a lullaby softly.

Even though Anna always said that her symptoms have been relieved a lot, and she is actually very healthy except that she can't move or speak anymore - but her body doesn't lie, her spirit is getting worse and worse, and she is getting worse and worse. I feel tired and sleepy easily. I have to sleep for at least 18 hours every day, and my waking time is only less than six hours, or even less.

The cold iceberg trapped in her body has grown to an advanced stage, and the frozen aura seems to penetrate into the outside world - every morning a thin layer of frost will condense on the girl's bedding, and the undeniable low temperature will even Even the small heater placed under the quilt could not relieve the pain, and even the dark, slow-burning charcoal crystals were frozen hard because of this.

Sebastian, who has extraordinary inspiration, can feel the cold breath gradually spreading from the wheelchair in some intuitive and subtle way every time he pushes the girl for a walk in the manor. His fingers His bones seemed to be frozen.

This poor girl is also a deformed creature like a teenager who rarely has an appetite - even the cup-shaped cells that are always hungry are rejecting the coldness that is enough to freeze the soul, which is ice cream that is currently difficult for him, who is still weak, to digest.

"Although the portion is not large, the quality is extremely high. It seems to be the power given by a higher dimension... just like the power of my father."

Sebastian looked at Anna, who had fallen into an uneasy sleep. This girl with a strong heart would not remove her mask without reservation until she fell asleep. At this moment, her delicate little face was twisted into a ball. Full of pain and ferocity, thin cold sweat wet his face.

The young man slowly took off the scarf on his forehead, revealing his plump forehead. A hard sharp blade was inserted in the middle of his forehead to prevent the active flesh and blood from healing the door that went straight into the skull.

He invited out the ebony box where his father's vision and memory resided. The gelatinous fruit shining brightly like gold inside the wooden box had turned into an amber-like cocoon. It was vaguely visible that a child with deformed round pupils was gestating in the amber. Terrible worms.

The body of the insect is roughly like an octopus, with slender pale white nerve tentacles extending from under the head of the huge round pupil. The recently discarded skin has been draped on the round pupil like a tough leather armor.

"Father, it's time to wake up."

The young man recited the seven secrets of the locksmith in a low voice, controlled the influence of the enlightenment stolen from Mansu, poured all the father's bone spurs between his fingers, and pierced the disgusting and weird amber fiercely. cocoon.

Click, a slight crack bloomed on the amber cocoon.

But the weird clicking sounds didn't stop, and the cracks didn't stop spreading. After drinking up the life nutrients of dozens of esoteric cultists, the crazy insect finally opened its eyelids.

The jet black round pupils were crystal clear and looked like black and white opal. It was faintly visible that there seemed to be half-broken fat white winged worms living deep in the pupils.

Sebastian listened to the free vibrations in the air. He couldn't control himself and revealed his ferocious nymph's true appearance. His multi-faceted eyes suddenly protruded, and two serrated fangs pierced the mouth and bifurcated. The long tongue danced wildly with excitement.

He held up his father who had just emerged from the cocoon with admiration and respect, and raised it respectfully to the front of his head. His father immediately stretched out several slender white tentacles to pull out the blade that restrained healing, and opened the door to the skull. , and slowly got into it.

Tentacles that were both limbs and nerves squirmed in the narrow gap. The pain of flesh and blood being abandoned and the skull being pierced tortured the young man's consciousness, but he also derived unprecedented joy from the pain of merging with his father, as if he could also be with him. My father feels the same way and can listen to his most sincere teachings.

The crazy eyeworm finally settled down successfully, with only its huge, deformed round pupils exposed.

The violent spasms in the boy's muscles finally subsided, and the power of his father's thoughts and father's thoughts took over the control of this young body.

The current Sebastian Watson may be the real Watson.

Watson twisted his stiff neck, turning left and right 180 degrees amidst the crackling sounds of his bones. Only then did he feel much more comfortable. His bones felt as comfortable as if they had just been massaged.

He looked at the girl who had been standing in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall. Her face had become more delicate, and her face had become smaller, like a charming doll - but that natural and unscrupulous smile was still hard to remove. , is still engraved on the girl's face, but the sneer at this moment seems particularly sarcastic.

Emma, ​​who had changed her face, applauded softly, "Beautiful! What a loving father and filial son. The relationship between you two is so touching that I can't help crying~~ ~”

And Nello, whose face became more and more three-dimensional, as if he was being chopped with a knife, had taken the initiative to take out the ritual tools he had prepared in advance and placed them around the emerald wooden bed, and gently took off Miss Anna's clothes, which were as pale as ice and snow. Young ketone bodies are immediately exposed to the air.

Although the flame in the fireplace burned forever, the girl's snow-white skin was still covered in goosebumps due to the sudden cold, and a look of pain and struggle flashed across her delicate little face.

"Hey - I didn't expect you, Nero, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, to be so perverted, to secretly do such a thing while little sister Anna is sleeping... I deeply despise you! I spurn you! I condemn you!"

Nero, who had been mercilessly ridiculed by the girl, froze slightly. He raised his head and looked at the other party deeply, and said seriously: "Miss Emma, ​​please stop making such ethical jokes, although Winfrey Morgan does deserve to die, but Miss Anna is innocent and should not be implicated in her father's crimes... The chief has promised her a new life."

Emma raised her hands as if surrendering, "OKOKOK, I wronged the upright and compassionate Mr. Knight Nero, I'm sorry! I sincerely apologize to the respected Mr. Knight!!!"

Watson spoke directly to stop the girl's strange temper, "Don't be poor, Emma, ​​hurry up and take your place! If you want to awaken the new power remaining in the golden fruit, you are indispensable with the three qualities of the Cup Heart Moth."

"Okay, boss, you have the final say!"

The girl thought that Watson had kept his promise recently and had indeed given them relative freedom of movement, so she trotted over obediently, picked up the amber cocoon with only an empty shell and remaining mucus, and placed it on the He weighed it in his hands, with a look of horror on his face.

"The golden fruit that idiot Winfreth painstakingly cultivated is indeed well-deserved. Even if only this amount remains, the power contained in it is still extremely rich. I can even feel that it seems to contain some kind of extremely high-level power. The secret...if Winfres could successfully gestate this fruit, perhaps its power would be powerful enough to erode the laws of the waking world."

Her peripheral vision inadvertently glanced at the deformed round pupil on the young man's forehead... How powerful should Watson be after swallowing this golden fruit?

But in an instant, Emma suppressed her inner doubts and asked with a playful smile: "This remaining fruit is more than enough to dissolve the winter curse in little Anna's body, and it can even be used for other purposes..."

"Dear Mr. Watson, I wonder if you have any other special requirements for little Anna's newborn surgery?!"

"..."

………………

On the night when the crazy insects drank up the golden fruit, John Watson, the resident of Ward 103 in Area 2, was extremely excited.

He was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. There seemed to be a steady stream of energy gushing out of his body, causing his heart to beat extremely fiercely, as if a giant drum was constantly beating in his body cavity.

This puzzled the doctors on duty at night who were responsible for monitoring the heartbeats of patients in the area at night.

But if Woolsthorpe Lunatic Asylum is equipped with the most advanced eavesdropping equipment in the department, the puzzled doctor can use it to eavesdrop on John Watson's whispers, and thus know the real reason why this wretched guy is so excited tonight.

"Hey, Miss Holmes is coming to visit me tomorrow~~~"