Chapter 29 St. Archbishop's Hospital

Watson folded the paper with the secret and kept it close to his body.

Perhaps it was because his senses became more acute after the secret teachings were passed on. After waking up this time, Watson clearly felt that something deep in his self had been exhausted.

That might be one of the nine characteristics that Elson mentioned.

It was as if a ship had run out of fuel... He felt strangely empty and tired.

This was not due to the weakness of fighting all night. Watson was still full of energy, but he knew in his heart that he would not be able to enter Mansu again in a short time.

The emptiness lasted for a whole week. Watson felt that something deep in his spirit seemed to have recovered. That night he tried to enter the forest again.

The bright silver atmosphere filled his dream, and he set foot on the road of intuition again.

Watson pushed aside the bushes in front of him. Tonight, Mansu rarely presented a bright and full silver moon. The moon disk was as pale as a corpse, and the moonlight was cold and merciless. The light fell between the branches and seemed to burst out like sparks.

The moon was no longer gentle, but furious. When it fell on the body, it would cause a stinging pain like needles.

Watson had to walk along the huge shade of the ancient trees to avoid the sharp moonlight.

The forest was extremely quiet at this moment, and even the flapping sound that could be heard everywhere before had disappeared, as if the moths had migrated to other places after many days.

Watson guessed that perhaps Mansu also followed some kind of law like the twenty-four solar terms.

He wandered aimlessly, trying to find out another secret and kill another treacherous person...

After walking for several miles, the forest gradually became sparse, and the trees seemed to be separated and gradually moved away.

Through his dark green pupils, Watson saw light not far away.

It was a rare open space. The moonlight fell on the ancient stone well like a tilted pillar of heaven, and the thick cashmere carpet-like moss rushed towards the well like a raging wave against the anger of the moon like a fanatical pilgrim.

The moss glowed with a fluorescent green glow like Watson's pupils. He seemed to be in a frenzy, walking towards the stone well surrounded by mosses.

He stroked the scarred wellhead and couldn't help looking into the well... The bottom of the well was full of the plump and mottled bodies of moths, which floated in the overflowing dark and sticky blood.

The velvet moss slid down the wall of the well, dividing between the moth corpses and the thick blood, like a neutral persuasion, and like waiting to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Suddenly, waves of vibrant deep green gushed out from the wellhead, submerging his calves and gradually reaching his thighs.

The roots of the gathered moss crawled like centipedes, climbed up his face, and crawled into his mouth and nose... Watson felt it difficult to breathe, and the feeling of suffocation was about to wrap him tightly, and darkness and coldness were about to come.

The whispers of the trees seemed to ring in his ears, they seemed to be threatening and demanding, if you don't hand over enough secrets, today is your deadline!

"Gugu is... I killed... Gugugu..."

Watson uttered some unknown news vaguely, and the moss left contentedly and shrank back into the well.

A dazzling green light burst out from the wellhead, and the light drowned him like a tide!

Watson stood up suddenly, sweating like a torrential rain, soaking the pillow, and the feeling of suffocation seemed to still echo in his lungs.

But he also felt the vitality glowing in his body. Unlike the gift that the fat moth had poured into his skull before, this was an extremely pure vitality, without any impurities, as pure as distilled water.

Watson was like soaking in a dark green ocean, and the vitality repaired the broken bones, necrotic cells, and ruptured blood vessels... His injuries recovered again!

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Watson was discharged from the hospital. During this period, Holmes had not visited the hospital once. He couldn't help but wonder if the other party had discovered something?

But that night the moth had clearly solved the secret, and his fraud should have been completed. Could it be that Si Chen would make a mistake?

With such doubts, he walked slowly towards Baker Street.

When passing through the deserted streets, Watson heard hurried footsteps behind him, which seemed to be rushing straight towards him!

He silently clenched his cane, and looked back as if on impulse... and saw a familiar face.

The visitor was a man in his thirties, wearing a black cylindrical hat, with strong muscles that bulged his striped shirt, and grass and mud on the sides of his leather boots, as if he had just returned from the park or the suburbs.

But Watson also smelled a faint smell of blood on the other person, and the cuffs that were specially rolled up to the elbows also had a little blood stain that was difficult to detect with the naked eye...

The visitor felt the familiar sharp scrutiny, and instinctively straightened his back and held his head high, his feet snapped together, and he bent his right arm and raised it to the temple, with his palm turned outward.

"Captain Watson! Private Nello Bucks reports to you!"

Nello Bucks... Watson thought for a second before remembering his identity - he was a soldier who had followed him in the Afustan War and had retired and returned home more than half a year ago.

However, the other party is now as strong as a bear, and his steps just now were so powerful... But Watson clearly remembered that he retired because of a leg injury, and the injury was so serious that he almost had to have his leg amputated.

Because of his low rank, it was difficult to apply for disability pension, and at that time he had a big fight with his superiors for this.

"Your injury..."

Nello smiled, raised his leg and put it down heavily, and the sole of his leather boots hit the ground with a crisp sound.

"My leg has been healed a long time ago!"

Seeing his former subordinates healthy again, Watson was in a good mood. He patted Nello's shoulders vigorously and laughed:

"Haha, congratulations, Nello, I still remember your crying expression when you heard that you might have to amputate."

Nello felt the heavy force on his shoulders. Hearing his admired commander talking about his embarrassing things again, he couldn't help feeling ashamed. His ears began to redden. He smiled and said:

"Commander, you have a good memory..."

But then he noticed that the brave and combative Commander Watson not only had a plaster cast on his left arm, but also had his body's center of gravity tilted to the right, so that his shoulders were lower on the left and higher on the right, as if he was inconvenient to jump.

Nello Bucks couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise. Someone could actually hurt the brave and combative Commander Watson who could fight one against a hundred! ! !

"Captain Watson, your injury..."

"Don't mention it. I accidentally fell into the trap of the Fulstans and was shot twice. It was Murray who ran fast and carried me on his horse in time, so I escaped."

"You are not kidding, can those Fulstan's weaklings ambush you? How many times did they send out troops, five times? Ten times?"

Watson thought about it and replied: "I don't remember the exact number, it should be more than five times."

Nello was willing to believe it, "I said, if the Fulstan weaklings had the same number of troops, how could they hurt you!"

Watson had let go of that experience. Failure is a common occurrence in the military. He laughed heartily:

"Let's not talk about this. It's rare to meet old acquaintances in the army after returning. Let's find a place to have a drink?"

"Of course!"

Nello said happily: "It is my honor to have dinner with you!"

They came to a tavern that was open during the day. It was not a busy time, and the store was empty.

The two of them drank several glasses of wine. With the help of alcohol, Nello, who was slightly red, suddenly showed a struggling expression, but finally made up his mind.

He lowered his voice as if he was afraid that others would hear him, but there was no one else in the tavern except the two of them and the bartender.

"Captain Watson, actually... I may have a way to cure your injury."

Watson also seemed to be slightly drunk, his eyes narrowed, and he smiled and said:

"Oh? Really, what is the way?"

Nello was still a little panicked when he encountered an emergency, just like in the army. He stammered: "I... know an outstanding... doctor, his medical skills are quite superb, and he has cured many difficult and complicated diseases that modern medicine cannot cure."

"Although his treatment method may be a little weird, the effect is definitely immediate!" Nello suddenly lifted one of his legs and put it on the chair next to him, patting it hard.

"Look at my leg. You sent someone to drag me to see the military doctor. You know better than me what the doctor said at that time. He said I would be a cripple for the rest of my life!"

"But now I am strong enough to go hunting in the suburbs. It was all thanks to the doctor's treatment that I achieved such results."

"If you believe me, please go to the abandoned St. Archie's Hospital on Saturday night. Maybe the doctor can also heal your injury."

Watson's eyes narrowed again. St. Archie's Hospital... is another place where Holmes had investigated suspected mysterious events.

Originally, Watson had lived in London for 20 years and had never encountered any strange events. But why did he always encounter events related to the secret world by chance recently?

Is it really just a coincidence... or is there another reason?

I am not in good condition. I always feel that the text lacks a bit of restlessness and fascination... I will make up for it tomorrow morning