Chapter 57: Temple of the Wheel of Time

He held up the basalt stone knife in the hot sun.

The scorching sun shone on the bloody stone knife, and the edge of the blade also reflected a sharp red and gray light through the beads of blood flowing on the surface.

The light was so dazzling that he could hardly open his eyes. His eyes were burning and tears were flowing. His vision was black as if he was blind, and the pain on his body seemed to be burning.

But the pain did not make him retreat or fear. He understood more and more that he must not stop fighting - fighting against wild beasts, fighting against nature, fighting as long as life is endless!

Watson seemed to have experienced a primitive and wild hunting in his hallucination. That experience, whether it was imaginary or real, had been clearly imprinted in his head, like a rough scripture carved by a knife and an axe. The scripture was sharp and sharp, and there seemed to be a faint cold light bursting out - it contained the experience and secrets of human ancestors using weapons to hunt wild beasts from ancient times.

The hunting in the illusion seemed to last a long time, but in reality, it took less than three seconds.

Compared to the trance, absent-mindedness and madness he fell into when he came into contact with the secret of the moth and cup before, Watson woke up very quickly this time, with only a slight spasm of muscles trembling. Perhaps it was the stimulation of pain in the eyes of others, but he knew in his heart that this was - the excitement and strong killing intent that was almost uncontrollable!

He only felt that the whole process of his contact with the secret of the blade this time was as easy and smooth as a natural outcome, and there was a kind of long-awaited ecstasy in his heart, as if his soul and life body had been looking forward to the secret of the blade for too long.

But Watson's cautious character still made him begin to doubt whether there was a conspiracy of William McConaughey hidden in this, and why the other party's severed finger contained the secret of the secret of the blade? !

At the same time, the moth in the brain seemed to have found this sharp mysterious knowledge, and it burped like a bloated and indigested person, and suddenly folded its wings, as if curled up into a cocoon and immersed in it.

Watson heard a slow footsteps like that of an old man approaching from behind, and he felt a kind of cold and hot gaze falling on him. The gaze was extremely penetrating, as if it wanted to peel off his clothes, his flesh and blood, his bones... and went deep into the soul of the host mind, sweeping it wildly.

The moth in the brain actually felt this search in advance, and wrapped the cup and the blade, quietly shrinking the body that was about to burst the head to an extremely small size, like a clot in the blood vessels of the brain, and actually avoided the scrutiny of the old man of the Anti-Suppression Bureau!

Watson reduced the fluctuations of his emotions, hypnotized himself to focus his mind on the pain in his shoulder, leaving only the feeling of pain in his heart, and tried not to reveal any flaws - God knows whether this old man of the Anti-Suppression Bureau has the mysterious power to see through people's hearts.

The almost suspicious and piercing gaze scanned back and forth three times before leaving. Watson also pretended to endure the pain and climbed up from the ground.

William McConaughey did not escape successfully after all. He was captured by the anti-suppression bureau soldiers who came later.

At this moment, the shoulder blades of the Flash Blade leader were pierced by a rough steel nail. His arms were pulled behind his shoulders, and his palms were pierced with tough steel wires to be tied in series. The ankles were also opened for steel wires to penetrate and bind. His hands and feet were tied behind 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.

William McConaughey was lifted up by the anti-suppression bureau agents with a long stick through the gap between his hands and feet and his back in such a humiliating posture, just like the prey captured by the African cannibal tribe and was about to be transported back to the boiling pot in the tribe.

The old man, a senior executive of the Suppression Bureau, looked at the blade master stuffed into the special steel coffin, and the greed in his eyes was about to overflow.

Watson dared to think in his heart at this time: "My secret of the moth... seems to be a little special. It is obviously only at the first level, but it can deceive the investigation of the Suppression Bureau."

The female detective supported the assistant who blocked the fatal injury for her. She looked at her assistant very seriously 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 it was just so-so, but he seemed to pull the injury on his shoulder while walking, and he grimaced in pain.

Seeing this, Charlotte Holmes felt more and more guilty and apologetic. Watson was so selfless, but she had doubted whether he had other intentions a few days ago...

"Watson, you have worked hard during this period. This time, take a good rest in the Royal Hospital for a while. I will also ask if there is any famous doctor in London who is proficient in neurology and can help you recover from the old injury on your leg."

It was still the familiar Royal Hospital, and the familiar ward... Watson felt as if this was his real bedroom.

Holmes made a little arrangement 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 knew that she was not a professional nurse. Staying here would not help Watson's recovery. It would be better to go back to work at the detective agency.

Watson rested for a while by the bed. Not long after, a gypsy beauty with passionate wavy red hair came in with a plate in her hand.

The collar of this new female nurse was pulled tightly, but it still couldn't hide her swollen breasts. Her short skirt just covered her thighs, and when she walked, the lace edge at the base of her flesh-colored stockings and the thin straps were revealed.

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 at hand.

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. With this 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.