I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Eight o'clock in the morning, a time that is impeccable.

John Watson is queuing up for today's breakfast.

The queue for receiving meals in Area 1 was quite long. He was standing in the middle of the queue, surrounded by mental patients who had been hospitalized in Area 1 for a long time.

When he was about to reach the front of the queue, he inadvertently overheard the conversation between the patient in front and the meal-sharing nurse.

The patient with a bald head like the Mediterranean Sea was holding a dinner plate, raising his head and opening his mouth, waiting for the meal-sharing nurse to administer the breakfast-sized portion of sedative medicine... The tall and majestic meal-sharing nurse poured the pre-assigned portion of the medicine one by one. Enter the Mediterranean patient's mouth, and watch the patient chew and swallow the whole process, and even ask the patient to open his mouth to check whether he has completely swallowed it.

After completing this series of processes, the meal-sharing nurse put milk, fried eggs, bacon and toast slices into the Mediterranean patient's dinner plate.

The Mediterranean patient smacked his mouth and said unsatisfied: "Today's Dudou Nao Nao Pill... why does it taste weird? Has it expired and gone bad?"

Datoudainao Pill is the nickname given to the psychotropic drugs distributed in the hospital by patients in Area 1. This is because after taking this drug, they will feel mentally and physically exhausted, and even thinking seems to become sluggish.

The meal-sharing nurse handed over a glass of water and replied: "Maybe it's because you didn't brush your teeth in the morning... Please, Toss Mog, please pay attention to your personal hygiene. I can smell the garbage-heap bad breath in your mouth now!" "

"Um, really?" The Mediterranean patient named Smoker put his palms in front of his mouth in disbelief and took a long breath. Then even he himself felt so disgusted by his bad breath that he wanted to retching.

"Well, it seems that it is indeed my problem. There is no problem with today's Dudou Nao Nao Pill... I can already feel that my sexual appearance is starting to stagnate. It's like it has degenerated and shrunk."

John Watson heard someone mention the word "Aspects" again - he had heard the word appear many times from other patients since moving into the first area.

But the problem is that the meaning of this word has nothing to do with the context of the other party. It appears extremely abruptly, as if it is inserted into the conversation without any reason - this makes him wonder whether the word "Aspects" has other unknown meanings. meaning.

But even though he read a lot of books later, he still couldn't find a reasonable explanation for this word - he could only classify it as the gibberish of a mental patient.

Smoker took the water glass and drank it with his head raised, and then opened his mouth wide, indicating to the meal-sharing nurse that he had completely swallowed the annoying stupid pill.

The meal-sharing nurse looked at the big cavity in front of her that was filled with stench and stained with yellow stains. When the Mediterranean patient opened his mouth, his putrid gastrointestinal odor spurted out and breathed on the face of the nurse, as if it was muddy. The stench turned into something tangible and hit his nose with a heavy fist, which made his nose sore and the corners of his eyes filled with tears.

"Ugh~~~" He didn't bother to take a closer look. He just glanced at the dirty mouth, then immediately covered his mouth and nose, waving his hands repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I've seen it clearly. , You go away quickly, don’t delay the next person.”

"Hehe~" Smoker also seemed to have discovered the power of his bad breath. He scratched his head in embarrassment and quickly ran away with the dinner plate. However, because of the medicine he had taken, he seemed to be in a trance. The steps he left seemed a little staggering, and he almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, there happened to be a strong big hand next to him, and he supported Smoker who was about to fall to the ground.

John Watson, who was watching the whole process from behind, frowned slightly - he seemed to see the Mediterranean patient named Smogg drop something inconspicuously from his mouth when he bowed to thank him, and fell into the patient's mouth. He reached into the breast pocket of the patient's hospital gown.

‘It looks like the medicine is swallowed, but is it actually hidden in the mouth and waiting to be spit out? ’

'Obviously taking medication can further alleviate their mental symptoms, but they have to escape from their only hope... There is really something wrong with the minds of these mental patients. ’

John Watson thought for a second and decided not to tell the meal-sharing nurse in front of him about this.

‘It’s just a missed meal, and it won’t cause any impact. Even if you report it, it will harm others and not benefit yourself... There is no need at all. ’

He just silently swallowed his share of the mind-control drugs - compared to other patients' aversion to Dudunao Pills, he didn't feel any rejection. He even felt that after taking Dudunao Pills, his heart no longer seemed to be agitated, but instead It is more convenient for him to focus on reading.

John Watson came to an empty seat with a dinner plate. Just when he was about to sit down, the mental patient sitting next to him suddenly showed a ferocious look, stared at him, and vomited on the chair where he was about to sit. He took a mouthful of thick yellow phlegm.

This is not the first patient in Area 1 to show unprovoked malice towards John Watson.

During the period when he moved in, things like spitting on chairs, stumbling, pushing from behind, etc. happened one after another.

But since John Watson was equipped with the prosthetic pupil in his left eye given by Miss Holmes, his dynamic vision ability has almost doubled - he can detect in advance every time these small movements of mentally ill patients. He easily dodged it.

In his opinion, the little actions of these mentally ill patients were as funny and childish as children's pranks, and were not even truly malicious.

John Watson just laughed it off every time and never took it seriously with these patients with mental problems. Just like when a rabid dog barked while walking on the roadside, would anyone else imitate a dog and lie down on the ground to bark back?

He changed to another seat and ate quietly. During the meal, he noticed that a group of patients, including the Smog just now, were sitting in the corner and whispering, and occasionally cast their eyes on him and other caregivers.

John Watson felt like something was not quite right, but he couldn't pinpoint the details.

Until the free time after dinner, John Watson recalled Dr. George's advice yesterday and decided to take some time to wander around the sanatorium this morning to see if he could get any inspiration.

He walked slowly all the way to the viewing lake in the hospital. There were no other patients at the lake at the moment, and it seemed a little deserted.

In this winter, a thin layer of ice has condensed on the lake surface, and through the light white ice surface, the faintly visible lake grass swaying and dancing under the water can be vaguely seen.

At the right time, a ray of sunlight shines on the frost on the lake surface, and the entire small lake seems to be shining with a faint light.

Looking at this scene, John Watson seemed to be able to gain some comfort and tranquility in his heart.

The long-dormant imagination finally began to revive.

In a daze, he seemed to be able to see countless owls flying out of the withered forest, crowing with disturbing cries.

Under the ice, there were also several dark, thin snakes that had been hibernating, waking up and bursting out of the ice, their scarred, slender bodies twisting wildly.

Several cute kittens ran out of nowhere. Their bodies were as golden as a thousand feet of gold, and their eyes were as golden as gold.