Chapter 358 Overlapping Memories

Murray Hanks, a former orderly of the 5th Berkshire Fusiliers.

Nowadays, the fool and useless person in the eyes of everyone - who will throw himself into the tragic battlefield just for the childish reason of protecting the country - has now changed from a strong runner to a limp.

However, recently, no one dared to call Murray a cripple in front of his face anymore - that group of idle and lazy people who spoke out loud hanged themselves collectively in the crooked-neck tree outside the village entrance in the early morning of a certain day. The death situation is not particularly terrible, but dozens of long nails were stuffed into the mouth, as if he died by swallowing nails.

Murray Hanks, who had settled his grievances, ended his vacation in the group and returned to the secret headquarters of the order, where he held his arms around his shoulders and raised his neck to drink with other old comrades/new members who were also smiling happily.

They worked hard for a long time in dark corners where no one could see them, making many powerful weapons and committing murders one after another - under the guidance of Mr. Nello, they did not use any clanging weapons at all. The power of the blade.

Rather, it was like tying up one's own hands and feet, just using the power of a mortal.

Therefore, those stupid detectives only thought that this murder was just a fight between gangs, and did not realize that these disputes and killings were actually their rituals to worship the code of the blade - they had learned from death and chaos. With enough power of conflict, the blade in the soul body becomes sharper and sharper.

Mr. Nello has great magical powers, and from time to time he will take out a new and advanced firearm blueprint for them to forge - participating in this revolution and innovation in the weapons industry will naturally make the casting in their bodies burn brightly.

Moreover, there is an almost constant supply of diluted vitality potions for these retired soldiers to use, and even their hearts are pulsing vigorously.

Such an extremely high-speed promotion that transcends common sense and cognition should have distorted the thinking and cognition of this group of mortals, disintegrated their rational super-ego, and caused their insanity to go out of control.

But the seductive whispers that keep echoing in their minds are as worthless as the low-priced words of insurance sales for this group of tough-minded soldiers who have experienced the suffering of war and the glare of others.

It cannot influence their thinking at all, and it cannot extinguish their fanatical passion for revolution!

Murray had just finished a carnival party with his church members last night - they were celebrating today's revolutionary achievements at the banquet! Plans to celebrate the House of Lords riot are complete! They are also paying tribute to the seven faithful believers who sacrificed fearlessly with generous war songs! ! !

The banquet last night was really drunk!

The whiskey was obviously as strong as industrial high-strength alcohol, and even their group of secret messengers, whose bodies had been strengthened by the power of the three phases of Blade and Heart, were drunk.

But now I think about it after waking up from the dream. When the amber wine flows into my mouth, it tastes mellow and sweet like a virgin's blood. I can't help but smack my tongue and recall it. The tip of my tongue is pressed against the roof of my mouth as if I can still recall the alluring scent. fragrance.

Murray couldn't help but swallow deeply and pushed away the four white thighs lying across his body.

The tired and haggard prostitute was still deep in sleep. She didn't realize that she had rolled under the bed. She just moaned slightly and didn't even open her eyes.

Murray shook his head vigorously, only to feel that his head was extremely dizzy, and every shake seemed to cause strange clicking sounds to ripple inside his skull.

"The wine last night... was really strong!"

"I don't know whether it is Mr. Nello's private collection or the restaurant's own special supply of wine. The taste is really unforgettable. It's like drinking a glass of wine and you can leave all the suffering and troubles in the world behind. ...Next time I have a vacation, I must invite all my good brothers to go there again and drink him all night long——"

Murray suddenly stopped washing his face, raised his head with confusion, and thought to himself: "Wait a minute, which pub did we go to party last night?"

"Is it the Rules restaurant in the North District?"

"It looks like the Simpsons Tavern again?"

“Or the Dorchester on the South Side, or the Black Crow on the East Side?”

"Hiss..." Murray hammered his head hard, and the crisp sound of gold and iron suddenly burst out, and the buzzing of the ancient bell reverberated in his skull.

"Which restaurant is this from? Why can't we get up for the meeting now?"

At this moment, when the hungover Murray was racking his brains to recall last night's experience, he was shocked to find that his memory seemed to have many memories that were confused and overlapped together.

For example, at one point, Murray Hanks would recall that he had arrived at the Dorchester Restaurant in a stagecoach.

But after the next moment of trance, he suddenly recalled that he stopped a taxi and came to the Rules restaurant. Wait, it doesn't seem right. How can I remember that I seemed to be with my brothers directly after leaving the military factory? Simpson's Tavern within walking distance? ? ?

Murray Hanks instinctively began to trace back to earlier memories, trying to dig out his real memories in the chaotic and complex brain.

But when he recalled it seriously, the shock and horror in his heart not only did not ease, but became more intense. The confusion in his heart was like a hazy and dark fog. When Murray Hanks was in the dark As he walked forward, he suddenly looked back and saw that the road he had just taken had changed into something else, and the newly recalled past memories no longer corresponded to them at all.

His memory has become fragmented and complicated. Every day seems to have a completely different and unrelated life. The day before, he was still studying Mr. Nello's new drawings with his church friends in the main factory, planning to officially start mass production tomorrow.

But the memory of the next day has become that they are transporting freshly baked goods to the hands of radicals. Even in a trance, the memory of this day has changed to that he and his brothers rushed onto a merchant ship carrying valuables looted from the far east one night to rob those ancient artifacts that were robbed from other places.

Murray angrily cut the throats of the two troublesome prostitutes, sat in a pool of blood with a hideous face and kept beating his head, and his skull kept making muffled clang clang clang sounds.

"Fuck!!! What's going on?!!!"

"What's wrong with my memory?!!!"

"Why is every day filled with memories of different routes?!!!"

Murray Hanks hit his head so hard that it seemed to be swollen with blood bruises, and his forehead was even more bulging with veins like snakes.

He finally discovered the origin of his abnormal memory.

The fragmented and mottled memories actually only occupied a very small part of his life memories. His childhood, his youth, his service, and his retirement were all normal memories.

The abnormal memory began when he received the letter about the comrades' reunion.

It was as if from the day he received the letter, his memory extended many branches like a lush tree. These branches of memory had extremely similar details, but not all the same.

Now he couldn't even remember where he met his old comrades again that day.

The only detail that could be confirmed was that Mr. Nello stood on the chairman's seat at the front of the dining table that night and gave an impassioned speech. Even Johnny, who was about to desert the battlefield, changed his mind and resolutely joined our revolutionary team.

And this group of "useless soldiers" who had suffered countless cold eyes and indifference also gained a new life that night!

"Are these chaotic memories all the work of Mr. Nello?"

"Is this action to prevent us from leaking the secrets of the cult?"

"But why did I only discover this abnormality today? Could it be that Mr. Nello performed such an unimaginable secret method at the celebration banquet last night??"

Murray Hanks pinched his calf as strong as steel, sensing the power flowing in his blood vessels that even he himself felt terrible, and suddenly felt that even if his memory was chaotic, it didn't matter? !

These memories would not affect his life as long as he didn't recall them. Even the multiple memories that were added due to the chaotic overlap could expand his life a lot - each memory that was not exactly the same symbolized different killings, different forgings, and different sports.

It was as if he had gone through seven different experiences.

"Murray, it's time to leave."

"The lackeys of the Anti-Suppression Bureau have already followed the breadcrumbs."

Murray Hanks's mind once again rang with familiar words.

This tiny sound was not his hallucination nor his soliloquy.

Instead, it was the real words that echoed in his head—the speaker was a parasitic worm that parasitized the surface of his brain.

An ancient worm that could help him awaken the true appearance of his flesh and blood.

A spiritual worm that could help church members communicate with each other remotely.

Murray immediately woke up from his coma, and he anxiously asked in his heart: "Why did they come to my house so soon? What about the other church members? Have they been successfully transferred?"

"..." The worm in his head did not answer his question.

Murray had already begun to have an incredible premonition of danger in his heart. He immediately climbed out of the window of the hotel and recited the scriptures of the Secret of the Blade in his heart.

The hook he carried with him also became hard and sharp. It was as easy to insert into the cement-filled wall as tofu. He crawled on the wall like a flexible lizard, easily jumped onto the roof of the neighboring building, and acted according to the escape plan that was exactly the same in the mottled memory.

Under the cover of the darkest sky before dawn, the former orderly escaped into the gray shadows and disappeared into the dirty and damp darkness of this cold city.

But other soldiers of the Fifth Musketeer Regiment of the Old Berkshire Brigade who indirectly participated in the riot were still sleeping in drunken dreams, waiting for the fate of being thrown into prison.

Charlotte Holmes looked at the open window. The silk curtains stained with a little blood were rustling with the cold wind. The two female corpses with cut throats on the handmade carpet had been drained of blood, and their skinny faces were full of despair and struggle.

The newly rising sun cast a light golden dawn, reflecting the nail puncture marks on the outer wall of the hotel.

The female detective's eyes also moved along the nail puncture marks, calculating the destination of the other party's escape in her heart.

"Is it the Upper Norwood area?"

………………

This is a new day.

Although there are basically only a few mental patients left in the dormitory building of Area 1.

Although the white corridor of the hospital complex still has a faint smell of blood.

Although the uneven trees outside the window are still covered with shocking marks.

But the faint sweet smell of air that enters the mouth and nose smells so refreshing, and the cool area that comes into view is so quiet and comfortable.

The noisy patients in the past finally disappeared, and now John Watson was alone in the huge library in the hospital.

He listened to the footsteps gradually approaching and gently closed the book in the book, but in fact the knowledge in the book had already been copied and stored in another library deep in his mind.

The female nurse who rushed over looked at the man with a hideous scar on his face, but she felt unprecedented peace in her heart - when Mr. John gently knocked on the safety door and whispered to save her from the nightmare of panic incontinence, the other party's resolute back who was moving forward to a higher level had been deeply engraved in the heart of this middle-aged woman.

My God! If I still have the youthful beauty and good figure of the 19-year-old, then I must express my love to Mr. John no matter what! ! !

But the old nurse had obviously lost such courage. She could only look at Mr. John, who was not handsome but had a strong charm, with a sweet and disgusting look like Casu Marzu cheese dancing with live maggots.

"Mr. John, Dr. George, please come and ask you to go to his office. He said that the vice president is waiting to discuss discharge with you."

John Watson nodded slightly and thanked him, put the book back to its original position, and then left alone.

The nurse looked at the back that was still as straight as a gun, and her eyes were slightly moist. She murmured in a voice that only she could hear: "Mr. John, why are you leaving so soon... I haven't had time to express my love to you..."

Knock knock knock---Even though he had seen the situation in the room clearly through the left eye, John Watson still knocked on the door in a polite manner.

After getting permission, he pushed the door open and entered. As soon as he entered, he saw that in addition to Dr. George, there was also an elderly man with white hair and beard standing in the room. His face was covered with long scars that were more terrifying than John Watson's.

During the time when Dean Isaac was temporarily away, the deputy dean who was also responsible for the security of Area 3 took charge of the management of the entire Woolsthorpe Mental Hospital.

Although he was only the deputy dean in name, he actually commanded the security team of the entire Woolsthorpe Mental Hospital. The guards who were responsible for guarding Area 3 were all elite soldiers who had served in the extermination force.

Chalamet looked at John Watson who came in, and his slightly narrowed eyes burst out with a sharp edge that seemed to be condensed into substance.

He looked up and down at the hero who saved Area 1 in front of him, and was also examining this mental patient with amnesia.

Then he smiled meaningfully and stretched out his hand to shake hands with John Watson.

"Captain Watson, long time no see."