Everything in sight was spinning, and his head seemed to have been cut open, and then a thick rod was used to stir it inside.

After a long time, he finally forcibly adapted to the vertigo, and then he found himself lying in the infirmary of the factory, his hands and feet were tied, and a wooden stick was tightly strangled around his mouth, just between his teeth, and he tried it, and found that he couldn't speak at all, and his throat was broken, and he could only let out a whimper.

There was a girl lying on the side of the bed, perhaps alarmed by the sound, slowly raised her head, it seemed that she had been accompanying her, and I don't know how long it had been, I was too tired, so I lay on the side of the bed and took a nap, her hazy eyes were a little red, looking at Jamie who was looking at her, she was stunned for a moment, as if she thought she was dreaming, hesitated for a few seconds, and then finally bloomed with an instantaneous look.

"Are you awake?!" She said with some excitement.

This girl's name is Rebecca, in fact, this is not a very important person, because she is only responsible for the data maintenance work at the end of the entire experimental team, and the only thing she can be mentioned may be that she and Jamie have known each other since childhood, and then entered the life science institute together, adhering to the identity and experience of childhood sweethearts, she naturally likes Jamie.

Of course, it is impossible for a person like Jamie to care about this kind of feeling, so Rebecca has always been irrelevant, she knows this herself, and never bothers the other party, but after this experimental accident, she is the only one willing to be by the other party's bedside.

Seeing Jamie moving vigorously and trying to break free, a trace of worry flashed in Rebecca's eyes: "Don't move, I tied you up because I was afraid that I would struggle and hurt myself, and that wooden stick too, when you were sleeping just now, you had 7 epilepsy symptoms, if you bite your tongue, it will kill you." ”

She comforted, gently stroked Jamie's forehead, and found that her body temperature was at least normal, so she was slightly relieved.

Jamie couldn't speak, and Rebecca sat alone on the edge of the bed:

"The crawler conveyor in the factory area was completely toppled over, and a lot of demons ran out, and it was a mess, but fortunately the machine was not destroyed."

Thinking that the other party might still be a little confused about what happened, he told him:

"I know you're confident in yourself, but you're in a bit of a hurry this time, why do you try it alone, at least discuss it with the people in the group."

Her voice was not loud, because she knew that Jamie was a person with a lot of self-esteem, and if she didn't think about her tone, she was likely to touch the most sensitive nerve of the other person.

But no matter how careful you are, it won't help, such a big thing will happen after all, and in the final analysis, it's all his fault, even if he wants to comfort, he can't find a reasonable entry point, so, the more careful the girl in front of him, the more remorseful Jamie's heart is, the more self-blame, the more sore and painful, and he wants to find a crack in the ground to get into, but he is tied up and can't move.

Rebecca was even more distressed when she saw Jamie like this, probably because she felt that he heard that the factory had fallen, and she was extremely sad and blamed herself in her heart, in fact, she heard that Jamie had been removed from the experimental group, and it was estimated that when all the processes were over, some more severe punishments would be imposed on him, but she didn't dare to tell the other party about these things at all, for fear that he would not be able to bear it and pass out again.

So hastened to comfort:

"Don't be uncomfortable, in fact, there was no much damage to the factory, because Mr. Sherlock and his partner were there, and they put this chaos to rest, although it sounds incredible, but it was really just the two of them." A smile bloomed in Rebecca's eyes: "So you didn't actually make a big mess, maybe the factory will be back to normal tomorrow, you've heard of Sherlock. Mr. Holmes, he's a really great guy, and when you're almost recovered, you should thank him. ”

Because Professor George Sr. kept Sherlock's identity very secret, no one now knows that this person is the person who actually controls the machine in that room, and his presence in this riot only makes the people in the factory think that he is a very strong security guard.

Therefore, Rebecca didn't feel that her words hurt the seriously injured person in front of him, after all, Jamie is a genius who focuses on wisdom, and praising a person in charge of security in front of him is unlikely to have any effect on his self-esteem.

So, she just said this, carefully using what Sherlock and Watson did to comfort the man next to her, saying that the mess he made had actually been made up by these two gentlemen, don't worry, don't be sad, didn't notice that Jamie's body was no longer struggling, and his eyes were no longer stubborn and indignant, so he collapsed on the bed in a daze, as if he was several years older.

That's when it happened

"Knock~Knock~Knock~"

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

Rebecca said, and then the door was pushed open, and an extremely beautiful man walked in.

When Watson came in, Rebecca quickly stood up and bowed to him gratefully.

Remembering that just a few hours ago, he was standing next to this beautiful man, when a demon suddenly rushed over, but fortunately the other party raised the knife and fell, so that he could not be harmed, and when he remembered the other party's posture at that moment, the fingers holding the handle of the knife, and the gentlemanly and extremely beautiful smile, Rebecca's subconscious breathing changed the rhythm.

What surprised her even more was that such a person turned out to be a doctor.

At that time, because of the emergency, Watson saw Jamie's almost burping appearance, and had to do some rescue measures for him, otherwise this guy would probably really die in the factory.

And now he is just adhering to the duty of a doctor, coming to see the patient's condition, and seeing that the person is already awake, he will not linger anymore.

"Wait a minute, your hand."

Just as Watson was about to leave, Rebecca saw the wound on the other party's forearm and subconsciously stopped the other party.

When Watson heard this, he looked at his hand, then turned to look at Rebecca.

"Thank you for your concern, beautiful lady. It's just a minor injury, and I'll take care of it myself. With that, he smiled, pushed the door and left the room.

The whole process was very short, probably only a few minutes, but Rebecca's breathing rhythm changed several times, and her cheeks flushed a little after seeing the last smile of the other party.

She has been an unknown girl since she was a child, even if she has excellent grades, has some good talent for mathematics, and is not ugly, but probably because of her personality and always likes to wear thick-bottomed glasses, her presence in the crowd is extremely low.

No one has ever smiled so gently at themselves

She has never been in love, and she has never expected anyone to like her, even if Jamie, who grew up together, has never looked at herself, but she has always paid attention to each other passively.

Anyway, Rebecca is such a girl.

And today, there is a man who saved his life, that man is so gentle, so beautiful, to be honest, how can a girl really not have a beautiful and happy daydream.

So at a certain moment just now, her heart throbbed as a matter of course, but she definitely didn't expect to have any intersection with the other party, in fact, she didn't dare to let the other party know her name.

He just rubbed his cheeks and took one last look at the door of the ward, which had long been closed.

And all of this is in full view of Jamie lying on the bed.

"Woo-woo-"

"Woooooooo

His eyes seemed to have lost their brilliance, and some inaudible whimpering sounds came out of his mouth, but the girl next to the bed seemed to be still reminiscing about the smile just now, and for a while, he didn't hear it.

Watson was walking in the hallway of the factory, he didn't have much to do these days, except for the occasional trip here to see if Sherlock needed his help, and by chance, he caught up with it.

A large number of demons were freed from their shackles, and there was chaos in the factory, although this kind of scene was not impossible for me, but it was indeed a bit difficult.

Of course, Watson is not an ordinary person, he has a strong frontal combat ability, and even in the midst of a huge demon tide, he has the confidence to retreat with his whole body, otherwise it would be impossible to become a field doctor as an ordinary person.

However, the strength of ordinary people cannot be compared with that of the contractor after all, maybe now, he can be compared to Sherlock to some extent, but in another three years, five years, Sherlock will definitely not be what he is now.

It is very likely that he has already reached the third order, and even made some other reputation, and as a mortal, will it be difficult for him to keep up with the other party's footsteps at that time?

I don't know why, Watson was a little worried, and his beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Because he really thinks that mixing with Sherlock is a very good experience, whether it is the interesting life at this time, or the vision and change of the future society that is visible to the naked eye.

But if one day, you start dragging the other person's back, it will be uncomfortable. It's like today, although he and Sherlock worked together to deal with the chaotic scene, Sherlock was still at ease, but he was injured.

Although it was a small injury, it also made Watson feel a little depressed.

Pushing open the door of the infirmary, Watson quickly found gauze, alcohol and other things with the doctor's intuition, and after skillfully treating the wound, he took out his lighter and burned the scalpel in his hand back and forth.

The scratches on his arms were not too big, but he still decided to remove the scraped flesh around the wound, so as to avoid any germs on the claws of those demons, which could lead to inflammation and infection in the later stage, and more importantly, it looked good to sew without leaving a scar.

Zi~Zi~Zi~

The scalpel was given by the old drunkard who lived opposite him before, it looked no different from the one sold in the medical equipment store, the whole body was made of the same material, and the speed of heat conduction was very fast, and after a while, the position of the handle of the knife began to become hot, but Watson didn't care, just let the heat scorch his skin, and the pain made him feel more and more sober.

So, he began to think about his future, Sherlock's future, the future of human society, those pursuits, those yearnings, the perception of beautiful things, and whether he could become stronger as a human being.

Time passed little by little, and a trace of green smoke began to float from the fingertips holding the handle of the knife, like a soldering iron, gently turning like a masochistic one, making the sharp pain more and more clear and profound.

Suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, looking at the slightly reddened scalpel handle, and his eyes, which had been habitually squinting, opened slightly.

Because he seems to have discovered something embedded in the hilt.

(End of chapter)