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He held his basalt stone knife high against the scorching sun.

The venomous sunlight reflected on the blood-stained stone knife, and the blade reflected a sharp red and gray light from the blood droplets flowing on the surface.

This ray of light was so dazzling that it almost made him unable to open his eyes. His eyes were hot and filled with tears, his field of vision was blackening as if he was blind, and the pain on his body surface seemed to be burning.

But the pain did not cause him to flinch or fear. He increasingly understood that he could never stop fighting - fighting against wild beasts, fighting against nature, and fighting for life forever!

Watson seemed to have experienced a primitive and wild hunting in his hallucinations. Whether it was a fantasy or a real experience had been clearly imprinted on his skull, as if a rough scripture was carved out by a knife and an axe. The writing is sharp and sharp, as if there is a faint cold light bursting out - it contains the experience and secrets of human ancestors using weapons to hunt wild beasts from ancient times to the present.

The hunt in the illusion seemed to take a long time, but in reality, less than three seconds passed.

Compared to the trance, absence and madness when he was exposed to the secret transmission of the moth and the cup, Watson woke up very quickly this time, with only a slight spasm-like tremor in his muscles. It may be a painful stimulus in the eyes of others, but in his heart Understand, this is - almost uncontrollable excitement and strong murderous intent!

He only felt that the whole process of coming into contact with Blade Secrets this time was as easy and smooth as a matter of course, and there was a vague sense of long-awaited ecstasy in his heart like 'it's finally here', as if his soul body Both the body and the soul have been looking forward to the secret transmission of the blade for too long.

But Watson's cautious character still made him begin to wonder whether there was a conspiracy of William McConaughey. Why did the other party's amputated finger contain the secret of the secret transmission? !

At the same time, the moth in the skull seemed to have found this sharp mysterious knowledge. It let out a buzzing burp as if it had suffered from indigestion. It suddenly retracted its wings and curled up into a cocoon and fell into immersion.

Watson heard the footsteps of an old man approaching from behind, as slow as a vicissitudes of life. He felt a gaze that was as cold as hot falling on him. The gaze was extremely penetrating, as if it was about to peel off his clothes and his own body. Flesh and flesh, one's own bones... go all the way deep into the soul body that hosts the mind, scanning it ragingly.

The intracranial moth unexpectedly sensed this search in advance. Holding the cup and the blade, it quietly shrunk the body that was about to burst the head to an extremely small size. It was shaped like a clot in the blood vessels of the brain, and it actually escaped the old man from the Anti-Suppression Bureau. scrutiny!

Watson reduced his emotional fluctuations and hypnotized himself to focus on the pain on his shoulder, leaving only the feeling of pain in his heart, trying not to reveal any flaws - God knows whether this old man from the Anti-Suppression Bureau has the mystery of seeing through people's hearts. strength.

The almost suspicious and penetrating gaze glanced back and forth three times before leaving. Watson had already pretended to endure the pain and got up from the ground.

After all, William McConaughey failed to escape smoothly. He was already captured by the soldiers from the Anti-Suppression Bureau who arrived later.

At this moment, a thick steel nail penetrated both sides of the shoulder blades of the leader of the Flash Blade. His arms were pulled behind his shoulders, and the holes in his palms were tied in series with tough steel wires. The same openings were made in his ankles for steel wires. He was penetrated and bound, his hands and feet were tied to his back, his face was facing down, and a huge steel ball as smooth as a mirror was stuffed in his mouth. His mouth was stretched to the limit, and strands of saliva dripped from the gap between the steel ball and his lips. Come.

In such a humiliating posture, William McConaughey was lifted up by the Anti-Suppression Bureau agents with a long stick through the gap between his hands, feet and back, as if he was a prey captured by an African cannibal tribe and was about to be transported back. To the cauldron that was already boiling and bubbling in the tribe.

The old man who was an executive of the Anti-Suppression Bureau looked at the Blade Master stuffed into the special steel coffin, and the greed in his eyes almost overflowed.

At this time, Watson dared to think in his heart: "My secret transmission of the moth... seems to be a bit special. It is obviously the first level and can actually deceive the detection of the Anti-Suppression Bureau."

The female detective supported the assistant who blocked her from fatal injuries. She looked at her assistant very solemnly and said from the bottom of her heart: "Thank you Watson, you saved my life again."

"It's okay, but - hiss"

Watson showed an attitude that was nothing more than that, but it seemed that the injury on his shoulder was pulled again while walking, and he grimaced in pain.

When Charlotte Holmes saw this, she felt even more guilty and apologetic. Watson was so sacrificial for others, but a few days ago, she even doubted whether he had other motives...

"Watson, you have worked hard during this period. This time you have a good rest at the Royal Hospital. I will also go and find out if any famous doctor in London who is proficient in neurology can help you recover from the old injury in your leg." ”

It's still the familiar Royal Hospital, it's still the familiar ward... Watson feels as if this is his real bedroom.

Holmes took care of himself a little and left. After all, she was an extremely rational female detective. Although she was very grateful to Watson for saving her life for the second time, she also understood that she was not a professional caregiver. Staying here would be very important to Watson's recovery from his injuries. It won't help, so it's better to go back to work in the detective agency.

Watson rested on the edge of the bed for a while. Not long after, a gypsy beauty with fiery red hair and wavy hair came in with a dinner plate in her hand.

The new female nurse's neckline was pulled tightly, but it still couldn't hide her bulging breasts. The short skirt that barely covered her thighs exposed the lace edges of the flesh-colored stockings and the thin suspenders when she walked.

Watson didn't even need to turn his head to look. Just by the slight twitch of his nose, he knew what was on the plate - half a side of roasted chicken, pan-fried halibut fillets, snow peas, tomatoes and potatoes.

This was already considered a pretty hearty lunch in the foggy city of the 19th century where most workers could only take advantage of their lunch breaks to gulp down sandwiches.

The gypsy nurse cut a piece of well-cooked halibut and put it gently into the patient's mouth.

Watson swallowed the slightly golden halibut meat sprinkled with sprinkling of black pepper into his mouth, and his taste buds clearly reported back the richness of the fish, the approximate cooking time and the degree of marinating flavor... Finally, he came up with an evaluation that was barely delicious. , the cup phase inside the skull is also slightly deciphered.

Instilled by the mysterious power of the cup, Watson's sense of smell and taste became sharp again. At this moment, he could already smell the faint smell of sweat under the armpits of the female nurse who was very close to him.

He couldn't help but feel a little nauseous, because the olfactory information reverberated in his mind, and he unconsciously imagined the scene under the gypsy nurse's clothes-skin with developed sweat glands.

"Just put the dinner plate next to it. I can eat by myself. You don't need to stay here all the time. I will call you if anything happens."

The gypsy nurse left unhappy.

Watson swallowed all the food in a hurry, but still felt that his appetite was unsatisfied - these days, as long as he had a full meal, the Secret of the Cup had been slowly and steadily decrypting, and his sense of smell His taste and appetite were also increasing day by day. Now he felt that if he let go of his stomach and ate a lot, he might have swallowed half a lamb.

This troubled him. He didn't want to evolve into a picky eater.

After asking the female nurse to fetch the second and third meals, Watson was barely full. Fatigue and sleepiness came over him, and he couldn't help but yawn.

"Perhaps we should try to see if we can dreamwalk into the woods while taking a nap during the day..."

Watson was thinking this, suddenly pulling off a strand of hair, and then fell into a dream.

In his dream, he saw the bright silver stairs again, and he dreamed of walking along the path he would never forget to the forest. Even though it was daytime, the forest was still entangled in darkness.

Watson walked through the low trees and saw the strange ancient well not far in front of him. Using this as a reference, he could draw a conclusion that may not be accurate - it would appear above every time he dreamed of walking all over the place. Near the place where I woke up from a dream.

Although he was indeed longing for pure vitality to recover from his injuries, the experience of being submerged in a sea of ​​green vegetation that night still left a fear in his heart.

He walked around the open space and moved forward again...

I don’t know how much time passed until Watson saw the majestic and majestic rugged boulder in front of him, which looked like the dead remains of the Titans in the epic legend.