Chapter 108 The Coming Heart

The next morning, the first ray of dawn light struggled to penetrate the thick cumulus clouds, but it was inevitably stained with gray and turbid colors, and the light became dim and thin.

This gray and cold morning sun shone through the narrow window into the detention cell deep in Scotland Yard.

In the damp and dark small room, a black-haired man occupied the only bench. But he looked like he was tortured, with scars from beatings on his face, so that he looked bruised and swollen.

His face was full of fatigue, and his brand new expensive suit was torn to pieces. The walking cane was placed across his shoulder. It seemed that he had not slept all night, and he was always on guard against the cordial greetings of other inmates.

But in fact, in addition to the man, there were six suspects detained for trial in this cell. They were all healthy men before yesterday, but now they all lay on the urine-stained floor, and from time to time they made two weak groans of pain.

One of them lost his voice, one lost his hearing, one lost the basic functions of a normal male, and the other three had varying degrees of comminuted fractures... If they had not received proper treatment in the past few days, they would most likely have permanent functional loss.

The initiator of all this was Watson, who was sitting on the bench with a faint smile.

He stayed up all night to avoid unconsciously shedding his skin in his sleep, so that the injuries deliberately created on his face would remain and these mortals would not discover his abnormality - of course he could hang all these prisoners without any effort and would not suffer any injuries.

But how could this show his despair of being trapped in prison? How could Winfreys Morgan involuntarily believe that he was John Watson's savior?

Watson glanced at the guy lying on the ground groaning... Be thankful, losers, if I hadn't had other plans, you would have left this world forever last night.

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The light from the window went from gray in the early morning to slightly bright at noon, then to dim at sunset, and finally completely dimmed, leaving only the faint light of the street lamp in the distance.

It was the quiet time again.

Watson sat at the end of the bench. After receiving his friendly and touching invitation, the other inmates also sat up tremblingly, but they all crowded together like penguins huddled together for warmth, leaning against the corner of the fence, away from this dangerous man.

This disheveled man with bruises on his face seemed to be isolated by other inmates, occupying half of the bench by himself.

Watson just smiled. He had already reminded these inmates in advance with touching words not to talk nonsense in front of the police officer or others. Otherwise... I know your home address and background very clearly. Even if you are in prison, I will take good care of your family for you.

The inmates naturally nodded frantically, indicating that you have the final say.

Until late at night when most people had fallen asleep, even in this cell, there was a slight snoring sound, but Watson still kept his eyes wide open. He wanted to use fatigue to destroy his face, making the radiant glow dim as gray.

Finally, he heard a burst of impatient footsteps outside the corridor, and the treading sound of Scotland Yard's standard leather boots stepping on the ground was gradually approaching.

But in the farther place, there was a faint sound of a muffled and powerful heartbeat... Winfreys, you are finally here.

Dangdangdang-the thick wooden stick knocked on the iron gate, making a noisy sound.

"John Watson, the case has been investigated clearly, you are innocent, you can go."

Watson opened his sleepy eyes in a daze. He was curled up in a corner of the bench at this moment. He seemed to be tortured. His face looked much more haggard, and there were stubbles of green stubble growing on his chin.

"Me? Can I leave?!" He rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked in disbelief.

"Yes, you can leave, hurry up, don't shout so loudly."

"YES!!!"

Hearing this exciting good news, he couldn't help but want to cheer, but he suppressed his voice after hearing the officer's warning, but tears seemed to well up in the corners of his eyes.

The retired officer quietly followed the guard and left. After they left, the criminals who had been pretending to sleep in the cell dared to open their eyes with joy. When the twelve looked at each other, they saw tears in their eyes.

Watson did not leave the main gate of Scotland Yard directly along the way he came yesterday, but first came to a remote side door. The narrow door leading to the free world was ajar, and there was a thunderous sound outside the wall.

The guard officer pushed open the door and kowtowed to the figure standing in the street: "Sir, according to the order of the deputy director, I have brought out the person you are looking for."

"Well, I didn't expect the police officer to be working overtime so late. It seems that our security work in London is really hard... This small amount of money can be regarded as my donation to Scotland Yard. Please treat the police officers to a midnight snack."

Although this gentleman, whose identity is unknown but must have a wide network of contacts, said that it was just a small amount of money, he took out a stack of ten-pound bills, which added up to seven or eight... This is almost catching up with my income for half a year! Sure enough, these noble lords are generous! No wonder the deputy director would...

"Thank you, thank you, sir, for supporting us. We will definitely live up to your expectations and work hard to maintain stability and peace in London!"

The police officer clicked his toes and straightened his waist as hard as he could, but he could only raise his hand in a crooked salute.

"The safety of the city of London depends on you, police officers!" The figure just smiled, "Officers, you are busy with your work, so we will not disturb you for now. I will take my friend who has been wronged to take a rest first."

"It's okay, you are busy first, then I will take my leave first." The police officer smiled flatteringly and left.

John Watson, who had witnessed the whole process, just looked at the figure in confusion. He felt that the other person's voice and body shape did not correspond to the acquaintance in his memory, and couldn't help asking: "First of all, I am very grateful to you for freeing me from prison." rescued, but are you?"

"Hahaha, John, it's been so long since we last met, don't you recognize me?"

The figure returned to his original voice and walked out of the darkness laughing, although his shoulders were padded, the soles of his feet seemed to be taller, and there was still a beard on his face.

But Watson knew that this person was his target, Winfrey Morgan—the dark, hairy alien body in the moth's vision couldn't be faked!

"Ah, Mr. Morgan! It's you?! How could it be...you were the one who rescued me?!!!"

Watson cried out in surprise, his bruised face filled with surprise and gratitude.

"Well, I heard from Crovette that you were provoked by the Holmes family girl and sent to jail. The other party even used the privileges of the nobles. The trial will be convened tomorrow morning, and you will inevitably be imprisoned unjustly." Winfrey said and shook his head, "I know Mr. John that you are by no means such an impulsive person, and you are also very warm-hearted. Little Anna and Crovette both asked me to find a way to save you."

"But, Mr. Morgan, how do you know-"

"I'm just an ordinary doctor. Naturally, I don't know the police officers in Scotland Yard. But since our Cross Road Hospital has become more and more prosperous, a distinguished gentleman who cannot be named wants to join the stock. But for my sake I have always refused to promise that the free hospital will be pure and free from outside influence... But after listening to Crowitt last night, I knew that I would never let a kind gentleman like Mr. John be unjustly imprisoned. I had no choice but to We can only find Mr. Xungui and get his help in exchange for part of the equity of Cross Road Hospital."

Winfrey showed regret, but patted Watson's shoulder heavily, "It's okay, as long as you can regain your freedom, Mr. John, these small prices are nothing... As long as Mr. John, you can regain your freedom." As long as people are still there.”

Although the man was reluctant to shed tears, Watson's eyes still filled with crystal tears. He choked and said, "Mr. Morgan, it is really difficult for me to repay your kindness."

As he spoke, he knelt down on one knee, buried his head deeply, and said in an excited but firm voice: "Mr. Morgan! Please let me follow you! I will swear allegiance to you and become a profit in your hands." The sword will not be moved by wealth or other feelings. Your words are my orders to swear allegiance to you. I will always be loyal to you and fight for your ideals, even if there is a mountain of blades and a mountain of flames ahead. Hai, I will follow your instructions and continue to move forward!”

"Oh, Mr. John, this is too grand. Please get up quickly."

Winfrey Morgan said this, but his palm touched the head of John Watson, who was kneeling on one knee like a knight who swore allegiance to the lord. He felt that his head was pressed lower under his palm. He was satisfied. smiled.

However, the light in the back alley of Scotland Yard was dim, and he did not notice that under the loyal knight's thick trousers, the knight's knees did not kneel on the ground, but were only suspended a centimeter above the ground.

A loyal knight is not loyal.

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The next morning.

Crowett was working at the triage desk. After the initial enthusiasm for opening, the number of patients in the hospital during the day dropped a lot - after all, most of the people at the bottom of the foggy city need to work hard during the day in exchange for meager wages. money to sustain the family.

Only those poor people who are in pain and unable to work will come to see a doctor during the day, but the speed at which these patients contract the disease is far slower than the cure speed at Cross Road Hospital, not to mention... some patients who are alone are being discharged from the hospital. Then he disappeared without any reason.

This made the number of customers/meat sources at Crossroads Hospital become increasingly scarce during the day, and Clovette also began to feel a little bored. There were no consultants queuing up to chat with her, and the other two church members in charge of triage were also aware of this. After the post was so free, they all returned to the secret room inside the hospital to continue the internal work of the religious order, leaving her alone on duty.

yawn--

The bored girl had no choice but to tear off the hospital's promotional pamphlet, fold the colorful paper into frogs, snakes and rocs, and play games of snakes swallowing frogs and rocs catching snakes, laughing to herself.

Dong-dong-dong, the triage table rang.

Clovette hurriedly put away the paper toys, showed a bright smile as if someone finally came to play with me, and suddenly raised her head, "Hello, may I ask what you don't feel--"

But when she saw the face of the visitor clearly, she was immediately frightened and her voice trembled, just because the visitor was none other than Mr. Winfrey! "Scare the dean! I didn't mean to be lazy, no one really came..."

However, Crowett noticed a familiar figure behind the dean. Although his face looked very haggard, there was a dazzling light in his eyes, as if he had found his goal in life and was no longer confused. , only unswerving fighting spirit.

"Mr. John! Haha, Dean, you rescued Mr. John!!!" Crowett laughed and did not forget to give Mr. Dean a thumbs up.

Winfrey glanced at her helplessly, looking like a father who caught his daughter being naughty but couldn't be strict, "Crovitt, how many times have I told her not to go off-duty while at work?" , if you are really bored, just read a book, don’t think about playing every day.”

"The relationship between Mr. Morgan and Miss Crovitt is really good. They seem to be as harmonious as a father and daughter..." Watson looked at the two of them, seeming to envy this family-like warmth.

"Really? Crovette has never seen her father since she was a child. It would be great if the dean was really my father... Then I can tell others openly that little Anna is my biological father. younger sister!"

Crowett showed a longing expression. But the other face on her chest didn't seem to think so. Although he didn't dare to speak nonsense because of Winfrey's presence, he showed a disgusting expression.

"Yes, Clowett, I have an important task for you now."

"Hey! What kind of important job is it? But Crovette is still responsible for the triage desk, so she can't leave."

"I'll have someone take over the work at the triage desk later. Your first priority now is to take John to settle down in the hospital's accommodation building and let him have a good rest."

"Accommodation building...has Mr. John joined our family?! Great!!!"

Clovette was so happy that she almost jumped up. She hurriedly ran out of the triage table, took Mr. John's hand and was about to run to the back of the hospital. However, before taking two steps, she remembered that Mr. John's legs and feet were not completely healed. , and slowed down again.

She turned back and looked at Mr. Winfres, who was smiling like an old father, and asked expectantly: "Then Dean, when we work overtime tonight... should we also bring Mr. John with us?"

But seeing Mr. Winfrey just shaking his head slowly, the girl's heart cooled down a little... It turns out that Mr. John hasn't fully joined us yet.

"Don't worry, John has just come out of that dark and damp cell. Let him have a good rest today. We will hold a welcome 'ceremony' for John tomorrow night."

"Welcome ceremony... great!"

Crowett happily took Mr. John's calloused hand and walked to the back of the hospital.

Winfrey Morgan watched their retreating figures, and he said in a deep voice: "Even if your determination, John, is far stronger than ordinary people... But as long as you have opened your heart to me, even you can't Escape the effects of the ritual!”

John Watson staggered behind the striding Clovette, and he thought in his heart: "The rule of the heart...the never-ending vitality, the strong physique without fear of scars, I am bound to get it!" "