Chapter 59: Cup Defeat and Sword Rise

After Watson woke up, the afterglow of the sunset had already shone in through the gaps between the branches outside the window, and the ward was covered with a layer of desolate color.

It took him two seconds to recall that he seemed to have harvested similar secret scriptures in the woods when he dreamt of walking to Mansu last time.

But after he woke up from the dream at that time, the scripture containing the secret quickly melted and dissipated in his mind like snowflakes. He only had time to record the key words-Glover and Sons, Alden, Alexis Kennedy.

At that time, Watson thought it was some kind of clue pointing to a mysterious phenomenon... But later he was surprised to find that it was completely unrelated to reality. It was William McConaughey, the leader of the Flash Blade, who took Alden's position, not Alexis Kennedy.

And the Four Signs case... This secret that never happened and should not have happened has been deeply imprinted in Watson's memory.

Perhaps he had heard of this secret in another timeline; or perhaps because the secret of the first-order moth had been perfected, Watson's soul had undergone some changes. Even after his consciousness returned to the waking world, he still remembered this meaningless secret.

"This secret scripture without power should be the secret history that little Victor mentioned at the beginning..."

"But from the first secret, Alexis Kennedy, who may be related to Glover and Sons, does not exist at all... Have I overlooked some clues? Alexis Kennedy actually exists, but I haven't found his trace yet?

"Or is this secret history, like the second secret history, actually a prophecy of what will happen in the future?"

"But the name of the great detective Holmes mentioned in the second secret is Sherlock, a male... This is very different from the reality today. Is there a misunderstanding in the process of deciphering the true meaning of the scripture? Or is it some possibility about the future? "

Watson fell into deep thought, but because there was another female nurse from outside in the ward, his face was confused and blurred as if he had just woken up. He yawned, pretended to be idle, picked up the newspaper beside him, and stood in front of him to cover up his true thoughts.

"What clues did I overlook?"

"Are there other secrets in Glover and Sons?"

"Who is Alexis Kennedy?"

"Will the Four Signatures case happen as scheduled in this world?"

"Perhaps, I should take the initiative to investigate Miss Mary Morstan... and meet my theoretically destined wife in advance. "

Knock, knock - while Watson was brainstorming, the door of the ward suddenly knocked twice, and the visitor pushed the door open without waiting for a reply.

The visitor was Stanford Leland Jr. He was still wearing a white coat and looked a little tired. It seemed that he had just finished a busy day at work, and he had to take time off to visit his friend because the night doctor took over.

When Stanford Jr. went to work in the morning, he had heard that his friend was injured again and admitted to the hospital in the early hours of the morning. He had no choice but to be busy with the clinic today and had no time until sunset.

The female nurse, who was originally slumped on a comfortable single-seat leather sofa, crossed her legs and flipped through a magazine, saw that it was the attending physician Mr. Stanford Jr. who opened the door. She immediately put down the magazine in her hand and stood up, pretending to be diligent and serious.

"Okay, Rosa, put away your poor acting skills. Do you still think this is the Jubilant Theater where you worked before? You should get off work early today. I have something private to discuss with the patient. "

The nurse named Rosa laughed and walked out of the door without any courtesy, stepping over Stanford Jr., taking off her white nurse coat as she walked, humming a cheerful ballad and walking away quickly.

Stanford Jr. moved a chair to sit next to the bed, looking at Watson who was frequently injured and hospitalized because of the job he introduced, he couldn't help but look apologetic, he said worriedly:

"Watson, how about... I find you another job? This is the third time you've been hospitalized this month, you didn't have such frequent hospitalizations when you were at Fulstein. "

"If I had known that working with Charlotte was so dangerous, I shouldn't have introduced you to her as an assistant. "

Stanford Jr.'s tone was very sincere, he seemed to really blame himself, blaming himself for introducing a dangerous job to his friend - this did not meet the exciting but not dangerous job requirements he promised Watson at the beginning.

"It's okay, I should thank you, Mr. Stanford Leland Jr.! "

Watson shook his head and held the hand of the rich young man with his only healthy right arm, holding it tightly.

"I solemnly and sincerely thank you, Little Stanford. The job you introduced to me, letting me serve as Miss Holmes' assistant... is the most correct decision I have ever made in my life! It is also the most precious opportunity I should not miss in my life!"

Watson didn't fully tell the truth behind it... If it weren't for your introduction, how could I get in touch with the magnificent world of Sichen! Get in touch with the powerful and unpredictable mysterious power!!!

When Little Stanford heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little confused, but he was relieved in an instant... Worthy of being Watson, he regarded life and death as nothing, and regarded danger as an opportunity... Worthy of being the object of my admiration!

"Okay! Since Watson has made up his mind, I will no longer stop you, but you need to pay attention to safety. This monthly salary of dozens of pounds... is really not worth risking your life!"

"Okay."

Then Stanford continued to chat with Watson for a long time until the nurse who took over the night shift knocked on the door and he got up and left.

Watson specially asked the hospital kitchen to prepare a rough dinner tonight. Although the chefs were puzzled by this request, it was not the first time they met patients/clients with quirks, so they still carefully followed the instructions and prepared black bread that was hard enough to smash walnuts and milk with serious water.

As soon as Watson's sense of smell sensed the inferior smell of black bread and buffalo milk, the cup in his head immediately sent out a sense of rejection, driving his stomach and intestines to move wildly, and swearing resistance with nausea!

But he still resisted the physiological nausea, and stuffed the rough black bread torn into small pieces into his mouth one by one, as if chewing a dry tree root.

Even the large and small salivary glands seemed to be on strike, and could not secrete a trace of saliva at all. The throat was dry like the labor tool of an old street prostitute.

He swallowed the wet black bread crumbs with the thin milk that was almost pure water. While the extremely low-quality food was still sliding down his esophagus, the cup phase had already burst out with a strong desire to resist - his gastric juice rolled up on its own, gushing upwards to vomit.

Watson was the only one in the ward at this moment. He punched his stomach directly, stopping the disobedient spasm of his stomach and intestines with precise striking techniques. At the same time, he gulped down the water-mixed milk, pushing the coarse food stuck in the esophagus into the stomach with the momentum of the torrent, making the cup phase's resistance useless.

Watson muttered to himself in his heart and seemed to warn: "It's not your turn to decide my body!"

The cup phase in his mind couldn't help but be stunned, and the moth in his head seemed to be laughing. The scales flapped their wings and swept the defeated cup phase to the corner of the soul body. The blade phase, who was brave enough to fight, took the second place in the secret transmission.

Watson, who had slightly suppressed his greedy desire, had put aside a troublesome matter. After he had barely filled his stomach, he consciously slowed down his breathing and thoughts, and plucked a hair from the back of his head, which was almost plucked out, and walked to the forest of Mansu again in his dream.

Slowing down the pace, it was time to explore the Mansu dream. It couldn't be either a fight or on the way to a fight.