Chapter 362: Unwilling to Return

"There must be other secrets about John Watson that we haven't discovered yet!"

"Even if he is indeed a hero on the battlefield, even so, the Blade Code cannot go against common sense because of him, right?!" George asked tentatively.

However, Uncle Chalamet didn't say anything at all, just took a sip of the whiskey in the glass, but George seemed to be able to sense a hint of ridicule and disdain from his movements and expressions.

This discovery made George unconsciously doubt himself, and he thought to himself: 'Am I wrong? Could it be that the Blade Code really favors a mortal so much? ? ? '

'No, I have to find something else to say to make up for it immediately. I can't let the old man find out that I am unlearned, and I can't let him think that I am an ungrateful, cowardly and useless person who only knows how to talk nonsense... Otherwise, the job I finally got for me might be lost'

He swallowed nervously, and then continued to argue:

"Before John Watson entered the building, I could clearly feel that Jonathan's fiery heartbeat was raging wildly in the building... I guess he must want to take advantage of the rebellion to seize the experimental data that our asylum has accumulated for a long time."

"So I cleverly moved all the experimental data to the office before he arrived."

"But when John Watson arrived, Jonathan's heartbeat It disappeared in an instant... It was as if they had agreed that as soon as John Watson appeared, Jonathan would cooperate and leave, leaving all the credit for the rebellion to John Watson. "

"Yes! This must have been agreed upon by the two of them!!!"

George felt the increasing pressure from Uncle Chalamet, and explained tremblingly: "I, I am not quibbling about the fact that I hid from the battle, but the invisible arts I studied are only auxiliary medical secret arts, and my frontal combat ability is weak. There are also these precious experimental materials that need to be protected... I, I stayed in the office after comprehensive consideration!"

Old Chalamet remained silent, but just picked up the wine glass and took another sip.

George felt a substantial pressure falling on his shoulders, as if there were guards standing behind him and forcing him to kneel on the ground!

He fell to his knees and begged: "Uncle Chalamet, I know I was wrong!"

"I shouldn't have tried to force John Watson to stay. I was too greedy... But his artificial eye can give the user new rationality!"

"Such a precious treasure, can we only watch it slip through our fingers???"

Old Chalamet finally responded.

He shook his head with disappointment and said slowly: "George... you really disappoint me."

"Not only because you cowardly hid in the safe room and waited for rescue when the patients made a fuss."

"Not because of your ridiculous greed, you wanted to continue to detain John Watson and try to dissect his mind to find a way to get rid of the moth's oblivion."

"Your stupidity is really unbearable!"

"You actually forgot to investigate the artificial eye given by Holmes?!"

"If John Watson hadn't mentioned it himself, we wouldn't even know that this artificial eye can give people reason... Do you know how much it costs to make such an artificial eye?!"

"The price is high enough to buy seven heads like yours in the underground world!"

"John Watson is obviously the sharp blade of the Holmes family... The Holmes Blade is an existence that goes against the common sense of the secret world."

"His artificial eye may also contain a recording function... Old Holmes relied on this monitoring technology to include the entire Great Britain in the Queen's field of vision."

"And now you actually want me to force John Watson, who has recovered, to stay? You even want to take his precious artificial eye? Risking the possibility of being discovered by the Holmes family??!"

Old Chalamet smiled coldly, he stood up and patted the shoulder of this useless nephew, each pat seemed slow and understated, but it could cause George's bones to make a harsh whine under the heavy burden.

"George... Although you are stupid, you are also lucky."

"You were born in a peaceful era. You have never experienced the era of your father and I... You don't know how terrible a true genius is."

A trace of memory flashed across the face of old Chalamet, who had experienced vicissitudes of life, but there seemed to be a trace of fear in his eyes?

"You don't understand at all what kind of corpses are buried under the noble surname of Holmes."

"It is an indisputable fact that John Watson was discharged from the hospital. This is a gesture of goodwill to Charlotte Holmes and John Watson."

"Before he completes the mission of the Holmes Blade, he will definitely be promoted to a height that our Chalamet family must look up to... It is better to make friends with such a person than to make enemies with him!"

Old Chalamet slapped George with a heavy palm, and George fainted completely, his arms drooping weakly.

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In the hazy dream, the consciousness seemed to be awake and slightly drunk, and the five senses seemed to be on strike.

The vision fell into a completely chaotic darkness, the hearing fell into an absolute silence, but the sense of smell could smell a faint smell of blood, and the taste was still bland as water.

Only the sense of touch remained loyal. Even though it was in the strike team, it did not forget the care of its old employer and transmitted a weak nerve signal with difficulty.

The brain felt that the body seemed to be dismembered. First, it felt that the left eye socket was suddenly empty, as if a precision surgical expert came in person and peeled out the artificial pupil given by Miss Holmes in a flash.

Then it was the original right eye - there was an abnormal itching feeling in the eye socket, as if there were extremely tiny insects crawling in the eye socket, as if a group of predatory ants were swarming to move this fresh and huge eyeball away.

At this point, the visual system completely went on strike, as if it had joined other camps and completely cut off contact with the original host.

Then, the sense of smell, which was still weakly connected, tried its best to send out a strange sweet and salty fragrance. This familiar yet strange smell made the silent brain seem to wake up, and even the cells that bound their hands and feet began to dance with joy, as if they were welcoming the return of the Lord of Destiny with a high-frequency vibration song and dance! ! !

However, the Lord of Destiny was not willing to return. He was unwilling to re-enter this eye-catching body. He just played with the eye-shaped creation containing a faint light. At the cost of abandoning his adopted son's single kidney, he forcibly erased the information recorded inside and wiped out all the suspicious places.

Then he took away the unnecessary flesh and blood of the body without satisfaction.

The fat and muscle that grew due to the rich food in the lunatic asylum.

The jagged bone spurs hidden deep in the bone marrow ready to go.

Some turbid fat and white lipids filled with knowledge and reason.

And the most important one is the original right eye.

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The carriage seemed to be driving on a hillside, and suddenly it jolted violently, waking up the sleeping John Watson.

After waking up, he felt that his right eye seemed to be a little dry and sore, as if he was too tired from working late into the night.

John Watson turned his head and looked at the unfortunate one-eyed boy sitting next to him, "Excuse me, how long will it take to reach the city of London now?"