I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

John Watson thought in his mind:

"Moreover, Mr. Chalamet is currently the highest authority in the nursing home. If you want to be discharged smoothly, you'd better answer based on the other person's thoughts."

"Obviously the other party is not the kind of low-level leader who smiles just because he is a flatterer. He must stimulate the other party from another direction."

"Yes, that's right!" He said directly without any concealment: "At least throughout the whole process I went through, whether it was the madman guarding the door or the madman raging in the building, I was the one who killed them all... …No other assistance was received during the process, and no surviving caregivers or guards were seen.”

"I dare to mention that the security force in our hospital is too weak. We know that these patients are most likely to be heretics who master evil magic. Why don't we send more qualified soldiers to guard them?

"The entire defense in Area 1 was easily defeated by this group of lunatics, without even seeing any effective counterattack or support... The skills and quality of such a guard team are really too poor."

"I can't believe that a professional sanatorium like ours has such a low-level team... Could it be that this team came under your supervision, Mr. Vice-President?!"

Old Chalamet listened to the scolding of the young man in front of him, and there was no look of anger on his face. He just took a slow sip of whiskey, and then said slowly:

"Captain Watson, you really spoke to my heart. I have always felt that...the security team in Area 2 is just a bunch of waste!!!"

"How could he be defeated so easily and not even be able to hold out for help from other teams?!"

"If this were my previous troops, I would have already cracked the whip and ordered them to carry bombs and rush to the enemy positions... Instead of living cowardly like waste, it is better to contribute the only value of their lives to the victory of the war. Contribute.”

"Captain Watson, are you right?"

John Watson shook his head slightly, "Please forgive me for disagreeing with your idea Chalamet. I think there are no coward soldiers in this world, only lazy generals... As long as you practice diligently, even a piece of shit can become a A weapon that obscures the enemy's vision."

"Haha, Captain Watson's statement is no different from mine, except that they are throwing those wastes into the enemy's camp... Little George, what do you think?"

When George's name was called, he felt restless. Facing this distant uncle whom he had been afraid of since childhood, he really couldn't muster any confidence, so he could only nod his head, "I think... it's still Chailer. Mr. Met, what you said is more reasonable, more precise, more accurate and more——"

"Forget it, you'd better shut up. I can't tell you anything useful." Chalamet waved his hands impatiently and continued: "Let's get straight to the point."

"I heard that Captain Watson you are planning to apply for early discharge?"

John Watson nodded heavily, "Yes, please, Mr. Vice Dean, please agree to my application."

"But as far as I know, Captain Watson, your amnesia has not fully recovered, right?" Chalamet put down his wine glass and stared directly at the young man in front of him, "Why are you so anxious to leave the hospital?"

Chalamet's slightly narrowed eyes burst out with murderous intent that almost condensed into substance at this moment, "Could it be that... Captain Watson is hiding something from us, and he plans to do it as soon as possible before anything happens. leave?"

It is no exaggeration to say that John Watson looked directly into the eyes of this old gentleman. In a trance, he seemed to be able to see thousands of blades piercing through those vicissitudes of eyes, and they were like clanging. The swords came towards him like a storm of swords, and the sharp tip of the sword was shining with coldness!

But in an instant, Chalamet broke out into a relaxed smile and joked:

"You still dislike the poor security of our hospital, right? If you are still worried that our security is too weak, how about I move the ward to area three for you?"

"I believe that in our area three, Captain Watson, you will be able to live a safe and carefree life...even if you have to defecate or defecate, you will have someone to take care of you."

"what do you think?"

John Watson had read the other party's subtext almost instantly - why almost all the patients in Areas 1 and 2 fell into madness, but you, John Watson, were spared and could even spare dozens of crazy patients. All shot to death? If you can't give a satisfactory answer today, I will immediately send you to the prison in Area 3, so that your ugly behavior in going to the toilet will be under our surveillance for the rest of your life! ! !

But in fact, he had already thought about the content of this question when he came here, and he had already drafted it, and he blurted it out with great confidence at this moment.

"because……"

………………

Watson eventually left the nursing home.

Even the female detective didn't have time to receive the message that he left early.

On a drizzly afternoon, he left the white building behind him, which indeed left him many pleasant memories.

John Watson declined Dr. George's offer to arrange a vehicle, walked to a nearby town, and waited alone for the public carriage that passed by only once a day.

A pretty girl with a charming smile was leaning against the car window. She was cute and kind-hearted, looking at the passengers who were soaked in the rain. She seemed a little unable to bear it, and reached out to the window to open an umbrella for this strange-looking gentleman.

The small bright green umbrella embroidered with complicated patterns seemed to project pictures with stories hidden in it. In John Watson's eyes, he seemed to be able to see dense forests, deep wells and strange rocks embroidered on the umbrella surface.

There were many people sitting in the car, but for some reason, in John Watson's opinion, most of the passengers looked dull, like puppets controlled by strings. Only four of them had more vivid faces.

One is a friendly girl holding an umbrella.

One was a tall, muscular coachman.

One is a petite and cute girl.

There was also a young boy sitting in the center seat at the back of the carriage.

The boy was sitting alone in the back row of the carriage, holding an airtight pure white paper box in his arms. There were light pink ties around the box. It looked like a gift for his girlfriend.

But I don’t know if it was an illusion, but John Watson always felt that the pure white paper box, which was only slightly larger than the jewelry box, seemed to be vibrating slightly, and the vibration frequency was completely opposite to the bumps of the carriage... It was as if the pure white paper box contained Some kind of living life.

The horses neighed and moved forward, and the huge wheels turned.

The smiling girl very affectionately took out a lightly scented silk scarf to brush off the rain and dew on John Watson's shoulders. The other person's movements were as intimate as if he had known each other for a long time, and his charming eyes were sparkling with rippling autumn waves.

The fair-skinned little girl with hair hidden in a newsboy cap also slowly turned her head to look at him. Only then did John Watson notice that the little girl's pupils were actually pure white and light silver.

The boy moved his butt expressionlessly to make way for an empty seat.

John Watson sat down firmly, and with the slight bumps of the carriage, he quickly fell into sleep.

A dream that seems both fake and real.