Chapter 342: Tear Until There Is Nothing Left to Tear
Although the kittens' fur looked smooth and shiny, their eyes were filled with hunger and ferocity, as if they had been starving for a long time in this cold winter.
As soon as they saw the dark and thin snakes dancing happily on the thin ice on the lake, they immediately let out a hungry roar and rushed towards the center of the lake.
The snakes were not panicked or panicked when facing the attack of the hungry cats, and they did not dodge or evade. Instead, they began to form a square array in an orderly manner.
John Watson thought that he must have been immersed in the ocean of knowledge for too long recently, so that his mind was a little confused.
He looked at the dark and thin snake array that only existed in his imagination, and a sense of familiarity emerged in his heart. He always felt that these thin and long snakes were particularly similar to the Macedonian phalanx recorded in history books... I must have read too many books, how could I have such a boring fantasy.
He shook his head vigorously, trying to drive this trance out of his mind.
But no matter how hard they tried, the illusion of the cat and snake fighting became more and more solid, and the hissing of the thin snake and the roar of the kitten became more and more vivid.
The sound of the sharp claws cutting off the snake's body and the fangs piercing the cat's body echoed clearly in the ears.
The splashing blood and broken meat fell on the thin ice on the lake, which seemed to stir up blood ripples under the water.
The fight between the cat and the snake did not last too long, but in the end there was no real winner.
The hungry cat chewed and swallowed the broken thin snake into its stomach, but the venom sprayed by the thin snake before dying had also penetrated into the cat's body, and the needle-like tooth marks leaked sticky and hot dirty blood. The black-faced kittens staggered for seven steps and then collapsed weakly, and the golden cat pupils were also stained with the turbidity of death.
The owls that had been circling over the lake and croaking slowly descended, gathering together to surround the poisoned cats.
They did not peck at the still hot flesh, but silently circled the dead cats slowly, flapping their five or seven wings slowly, vibrating a sad and generous song of sorrow, as if to commemorate the fight between cats and snakes, the fight between snakes and cats, and the eternal and endless dispute between the two.
John Watson witnessed his entire incredible reverie, but he felt an extremely contradictory and indescribable complex emotion suddenly arise in his heart, which seemed to be both sad and excited, both indifferent and fanatical, and even mixed with a trace of inexplicable anger and grief.
He couldn't help but punch his head hard, and a buzzing sound like a bronze bell suddenly echoed in his skull.
'I... am I sick again? ! '
'Fuck! What's wrong with my brain? ! ! '
'But why didn't the psychotropic drug I just took work? ! ! ! '
'Could it be that I——'
While John Watson was still in doubt, the multi-winged owls that only existed in his fantasy suddenly turned their heads and looked at the confused man.
Their scary eyes flashed with sharp cold light like the reflection of a sword, and then they burst into sharp bird calls, and swarmed towards John Watson.
John Watson smelled the black mass of owls attacking him, but he didn't feel any panic in his heart. He just calmly and steadily dodged the sharp wings like blades attacking him.
However, he had been immersed in trance for too long and didn't notice that someone had already approached him silently behind him.
In order to avoid the attack of the imaginary owl, John Watson turned around and saw a sharp blade as thin as paper stabbing straight at his head!
The man with the knife was Smoker, who had just secretly vomited the stupid pill at breakfast time!
This mentally ill man with sparse hair like the Mediterranean Sea, at this moment, his slightly fat old face showed a hideous and bloodthirsty smile, and the blade in his hand was faintly flashing with a fascinating evil light.
"Hehe, this is the gift that Little Rose ordered us to give to you!!!"
The slender and sharp blade stabbed directly at John Watson's eyeballs. He looked at the tip of the blade that had stabbed in front of his nose in an instant, and finally couldn't suppress a trace of panic in his heart.
But at the same time, his brain began to work rapidly. At this moment, it seemed that even time had stopped. The extremely thin blade stabbed at him very slowly, but it was not only Smoger and the blade that were slow, but even his body slowed down.
John Watson watched the tip of the knife coming, but he couldn't command his arm to raise to intercept the blade and fight back.
'What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? ! '
'How can I hide... No, it is obviously impossible to hide from this madman's attack now! '
'I can only slightly deflect my head with all my strength now, and it is absolutely impossible to completely avoid this knife! ’
‘I must minimize the damage as much as possible. ’
‘But this blade that looks like a folding paper knife in front of me... I don’t know why, but I have a feeling that this blade must be extremely sharp and can easily pierce my skull. No matter where it hits my face, it is very likely to turn around and pierce my brain. ’
‘Then it doesn’t matter whether I use my cheek or nose to withstand this knife. ’
‘My skull can’t block this extremely sharp folding paper knife... Wait! It’s not that there is no way! ’
‘The artificial eye given to me by Miss Holmes is a mechanical creation made with some extremely sophisticated technology. Perhaps its hardness is much higher than my flesh and bones! ’
‘Yes, that’s right. This artificial eye is my only hope at this moment! ! ! ’
At the moment when his mind was highly active and time was almost still, John Watson used all his strength to start to deflect his head. Even though the deflection was very small, he finally adjusted his head to the right position before the thin paper knife was about to arrive completely, and changed the end point of the knife tip to the artificial eye given by Miss Holmes!
Clang - the sharp knife tip hit the round artificial eye, and a clear sound of metal clashing suddenly burst out!
This clanging sound directly reverberated on the inner wall of John Watson's skull, making his consciousness a little confused.
Although the artificial eye blocked most of the impact of Smoger's blade, it was only most of it! ! !
But as the saying goes, success is due to the artificial eye, and failure is also due to the artificial eye.
The surface of this artificial eye, which was as hard as a diamond, was smooth and round, and it even caused the paper knife, which still had some power left, to deflect in direction. It slashed towards the corner of John Watson's left eye with a faint spark, directly cutting his left sphenoid bone, leaving a blood mark above the ear that was deep enough to see the brain.
And Smoger also obviously noticed that this eyeball was obviously not an ordinary thing.
He couldn't help but feel a little curious and greedy in his heart. When he turned around, he turned the blade and turned the tip of the blade, and actually directly cut the shiny artificial eye out of John Watson's eye socket! ! !
Blood spurted out from the side of his head, and the severe pain of the sphenoid bone burning John Watson's brain nerves, and his fragile body spasmed painfully.
He fell to his knees in pain, and his vision once again fell into a half-blind state of half light and half dark.
But even the remaining right eye began to blacken, his breathing became rapid, and his heart beat violently - the moment of the end seemed to have arrived.
The visual darkness surged towards him in waves, and the tactile coldness hit him again and again.
The dark self that did not belong to him in the depths of his heart gradually revived through this pain.
Crazy anger surged in his heart, uncontrollable violence filled his blood vessels, and the clanging of bones sounded like an ancient war song.
The three familiar yet unfamiliar voices echoed in his head again, teaching him how to act.
One taught him to bend his fingers like claws and tear open the chest of the person in front of him.
The second taught him to turn his fingers into spears and pierce the throat of the person in front of him.
The third taught him to use his fingertips like beaks to peck at the pupils of the person in front of him.
"No! This is not enough to vent my rage... I want to tear this guy in front of me into pieces until there is nothing left to tear!!!"