I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

"It's okay, Cross Road Hospital is just an insignificant place, let's ignore it for now."

The female detective took out what looked like a small box containing jewelry from her arms and pushed it in front of John Watson.

"Watson, this is a new prosthetic eye that I specially commissioned for you. This prosthetic eye contains great skills that transcend the times. It can completely replace your lost left eye. The simulated ciliary muscle can even freely adjust the convexity of the lens. It makes your eyesight sharper than that of an eagle.”

"Is there such a magical prosthetic eye? Can it really restore my vision?!!!"

John Watson was so ecstatic that he forgot Watson's instructions - he must always maintain a rational and calm attitude, even if the mountains collapse in front of him, he cannot be moved.

He excitedly opened the jewelry box and saw a lifelike black and white eyeball placed in the soft cotton pad inside. Behind the ball were several translucent tentacles as thin as hair. At first glance, it looked like a cuttlefish.

John Watson was completely unaware of how it was possible to create such a wonder with the technology of the current era. He had never heard that artificial eyes could really restore the sight of a blind person. He just held it with joy like a drowning man. He was really fed up with living here, the only hope of restoring light - this life with only half of his vision, it was so awkward and uncomfortable!

He picked up this seemingly extremely expensive prosthetic eye, held it carefully in his hand, and asked anxiously: "How to use this? Do I need a doctor to help me install it???"

The female detective said with a smile: "It's very simple. Watson only needs to put the prosthetic eye into the eye socket. The mimetic nerve tentacles will automatically connect with your brain, allowing your left eye to see light again."

"Is it that simple?!" John Watson, who had been blind in his left eye for a long time, could no longer restrain his inner desire to see the light again. He put the prosthetic eye directly into his eye socket without thinking - I I believe Miss Charlotte will not harm me.

As the cold balls filled his eye sockets, the smooth touch made John Watson feel slightly uncomfortable. He seemed to be able to feel the translucent pure white hair twisting slowly inside his head, as if While gently stroking my brain...it hurts so much! ! !

There was a sharp stinging pain deep in the left eye socket, as if countless thin steel needles were piercing directly into the brain!

Then John Watson saw a surging tide of light sweeping toward him, and the cold light without any temperature seemed to drown him.

In a trance, he seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear, ordering him to have a bright eye and a bright heart, ordering him to reject kindness and chaos, ordering him to drive the darkness in his heart, ordering him to embark on the path of pursuing reason and knowledge.

His feeble consciousness floated in the dense sea of ​​light, swaying, rising and falling with the waves of aura.

Floating in the endless ocean of radiance, he seemed to hear the familiar gentle whisper resounding in his ears.

"Watson, have you ever thought about dedicating yourself to the pursuit of taboo knowledge and power?"

"Have you ever cheated on me?"

"Is there something you're hiding from me?"

"Watson...are you a professor?"

………………

In the new pavilion, the midday sun still cannot penetrate the thick winter haze, and the warmth of the stars cannot spread to the world. The pale coldness climbs up the glass and condenses into frost.

The fireplace in the living room was crackling, and a temperature that was neither warm nor cold gradually enveloped the hall.

However, the raging flames in the furnace are filled with colorful and evil green colors. The swaying fireworks are psychedelically like a dark forest. There seems to be a bleak back figure passing by in the forest shadows, and there seems to be someone. The huge leather drum was sobbing softly.

Strange dark green flames filled the magnificent hall, and even the blood-red sofa was covered with an unusual layer of green.

The four waiting zombies began to tremble uncontrollably. Under the illumination of the fireplace flames, the exotic flowers growing on their bodies grew vigorously at a speed that violated the laws of nature. The petals became more and more full, and the stamens were delighted. The ground is dancing, and even the twining vines have grown to hang down on the ground, like the lettuce girl in the fairy tale... The vine-like hair is indeed the emerald green color of lettuce.

The rustling sound of growing plants woke up the girl with white skin and hair who was sleeping in her father's arms.

She opened her eyes drowsily, feeling as if she had had a very long dream. She could no longer remember the details of the dream, but the theme of the dream seemed to be terrible and tragic... She still remembered that it was like being evil. The suffocating feeling of a ghost pressing down on the bed and being unable to move, and the sharp teeth of fear seemed to be gnawing ferocious marks on her soul.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, but felt that the feeling of raising her arms was so strange and so pleasant... It seemed that she had not been able to move freely for a long, long time, and had not moved her hands and feet for a long, long time. When the arm is raised, the joints seem to make a rusty clicking sound.

The girl looked dully at the blazing green fireplace in front of her. For some reason, she looked at the emerald wood that was gradually turning into dry and cracked charcoal. Her snow-white eyes suddenly became moist, and tears flowed out uncontrollably. Slide over that delicate doll-like face.

She suddenly felt as if an inexplicable sadness from unknown origin was welling up in her heart. She didn't understand why she burst into tears, and she didn't understand why her heart seemed empty, as if a part of herself had been missing.

An important person who can't even name or remember his face has disappeared silently. No one in this world will remember him anymore. That miserable person has died completely.

The girl who cried silently raised her head and looked into her father's eyes and asked: "Father, why does Anna always feel so uncomfortable in her heart? She feels so empty as if she has lost something..."

My dear father just controlled his brother's hand, gently stroked her head, and said meaningful words:

"Little Anna, do you know?"

"A person will die three times in his life."

"The first death is when the heart stops beating and the brain stops functioning... This is the death of a living thing."

"The second death is to be buried in a coffin and laid to rest underground, with all your relatives and friends declaring your death in unison... This is the death of society."

"And the third death is when no one in this world will remember your deeds, no one will remember your smile, your sadness, the things you pursue, sacrifice and struggle for, everything you have...and this is complete. die."

"This is truly the end."

"My good daughter, you are just sad to see the passing of a sad person. There is no need to be surprised or hesitant about this. This is your natural winter instinct... You are born with a cold heart. It is your innate nature that compassion will end and compassion will disappear. Only by thoroughly experiencing sadness and pain can you clearly understand anger and destruction."

"Now take a big breath of this dark green smoke containing love and hate, and remember this 'borrowed' resentment and sorrow... This is the gift of rebirth I give you."

"You should embrace your true nature, just as I have always taught you... We, the Watson family, have crazy blood flowing in our bodies, and we will devote our lives to the pursuit of chaos and wildness."

"This is true for you, me, your brother Sebastian, and those brothers and sisters who are lost outside."

"Maybe the ultimate goals we pursue are not exactly the same, maybe the world we want to shape is different, but we are a united family after all. Dad will always support your decision, and you can pursue your deepest desires to your heart's content... Dad will always support you."

Anna happily wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and nodded happily: "Yes, father, I understand!"

"I will devote myself to the path of pain, and I will spread endless destruction, destruction and destruction to the world!"

“If we do not know who we are serving, we serve the wolf of division.”

Although there are only winter and blades in the split wolf on the wiki, the dancer's old form route also involves the wolf... Did the wolf also control the moth's principles? Is the wolf unable to escape the whispers in his head?