"Sherlock...you...I...I'm..."

After blinking, Dr. Watson finally realized after a while and seemed to have woken up.

Suddenly, he let out a long breath subconsciously, and then he realized that his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and the same was true for the bed beneath him. It was so abnormal that it could not be abnormal at all during this time when winter had begun.

"Your face is very bad, Watson...had a nightmare?" Sherlock Holmes pulled a chair, sat down directly in the room, and asked calmly.

"Yes, yes, Sherlock..." Dr. Watson sat up from the bed. He felt his hands and feet trembling, and his spine shining. "But I forgot what nightmare I had. I forgot all of them, just feel very scary, very... very..."

He gestured a few times, and his face was filled with cold sweat, feeling so scared that he could not describe it. He even felt extremely happy that Holmes came to wake him up. It was a lucky and strong sense of fear like a survivor.

Dreams are always difficult to remember. Often, when you wake up, you can only vaguely remember part of them, and then gradually forget them as time goes by. Basically, when half an hour passes, you can't remember anything.

At most, it makes people leave a shallow impression, knowing that they have just had a dream.

——It's probably that.

But this dream is different. Dr. Watson basically forgot everything at the moment of awakening, and no impression in the dream was left.

This is the subconscious self-protection mechanism at work to prevent the extremely terrifying madness from continuing to harm the brain.

However, it is impossible to completely eliminate the impact. The feeling of fear still remained, lying dormant in every cell in Dr. Watson's body, making him feel his mental stress increased greatly and his san value dropped sharply after waking up.

"Did you forget it all?" Sherlock Holmes nodded thoughtfully. As he said this, he pushed the chair backwards and lit a cigarette.

"Please, Sherlock... This is my room. Can you ask me first when you smoke?"

Dr. Watson said a little annoyed, waved his hand and frowned, his tone seemed very disgusting.

Because he had just passed the baptism of a nightmare, he really couldn't control his emotions now, and he had the urge to vent his emotions. He didn't like anything and could not explain the source of the fear turned into anger.

This is human nature, and Dr. Watson is no exception. And it is precisely because he and Sherlock Holmes are good friends that he says this. After all, people are always used to venting negative emotions towards those close to them.

"Well, I understand what you mean, Watson... do you mean to let me leave and give you a chance to be alone and quiet?" Sherlock Holmes raised his head, looked at him in surprise, and made a gesture to get ready to stand up.

"No, no no no...I don't mean that, Sherlock." Dr. Watson's face suddenly froze, "Okay, if you want to, damn it, don't leave me alone at this time..."

He now felt particularly insecure. The fear of surviving the disaster that remained in the nightmare was enough to drive any normal-minded human being crazy.

He really couldn't stand it. If Holmes hadn't been in this room, he thought it would be difficult for him to remain calm accordingly, and would have shouted like crazy, smashed everything desperately, and vented his fear.

"So, Watson... why should I do this forever?" Sherlock Holmes nodded, stretched out his hand and patted his friend's shoulder, and said harshly.

“…”

“…”

Dr. Watson suddenly remembered something, and he looked at his door and found that it was forced to open.

"Wait, Sherlock? Did I make a big noise just now?"

"No, in fact, you didn't make any sound. I called you outside the door without a response for a minute. I thought you were killed in the room." Sherlock Holmes shrugged. "Don't worry, I will be responsible for repairing your door, but it's still midnight now, so I can only wait for dawn before talking."

"Then my dear Holmes, how do you know I have something wrong?" Dr. Watson didn't care about the broken door at all now, and he vaguely had a guess.

"Restid had a nightmare, too. I was just coming out to drink a sip of water and check if he would be frozen. After all, he is not young anymore, and sleeping next to the fireplace is not a good choice..."

Sherlock Holmes said with a quiet look.

"Inspector Lestrade also had a nightmare?" If that was the case, it would explain why Sherlock Holmes felt that he had a problem, and when he said he had a nightmare, he did not show any surprise at all.

"Yes, when I woke him up, he almost grabbed the chair next to me and smashed it on my head." The detective said calmly. "You can go out and see him now, poor Restrade, adjusting his mood by the fireplace."

Adjust your mood?

Could it be trembling?

Dr. Watson stared at his friend in confusion, to be precise, at the relaxed and happy expression on the other person's face: "Sherlock, have you...had a nightmare?"

"No, I didn't." Sherlock Holmes let out a sip of smoke. "Although it's strange, I did not have nightmares and slept well..."

“…”

“…”

Dr. Watson's face turned dark almost immediately, not targeting Sherlock Holmes, but feeling that he was targeted.

From entering the secret underground facility of "Golden Dawn", it was like this, with hallucinations and nightmares, and it seemed that there was always bad luck to accompany you, while others did not, but he was the only one.

"You are not thinking this way, Watson." Sherlock Holmes snuffed out the cigarette butt. "In fact, except for me not having nightmares, I and Inspector Restrade and you are the same. For example, we are all filled with my minds of mystical knowledge, and for example, our eyes seem to be able to see more things..."

"..." Dr. Watson was shocked and stared at him without saying anything.

"Don't look at me like that, my dear friend, your expression is already very obvious to say what you are thinking." Sherlock Holmes smiled.

Dr. Watson frowned and rubbed his temples: "Okay, I thought it was just me who was not normal, and there was something wrong with his brain and eyes... It turns out that you are the same, just don't say it."

Sherlock Holmes felt that his friend's emotions had basically calmed down, so he turned to the topic and said in a gentle tone: "Warson, what is important now is why you and Lestrade had just had nightmares."

Dr. Watson's body trembled slightly. He finally forced this to press the deepest part of his heart, wanting to think that it had never happened.

Although no specific memories in the dream are left behind, that kind of fear is imprinted into the deepest part of the soul.

"First of all, we must all acknowledge the existence of the field of occultism, and then think about the problem from this perspective..." The detective did not give his friend the opportunity to refuse. "The problems that arise in us can be considered to be brought about by the knowledge that comes with the extra knowledge in our minds."

Speaking of this, Sherlock Holmes suddenly changed his mind and asked: "Warson, do you know the "Law of Contact"? Contact witchcraft is the most common form of expression in the world's witchcraft culture, but it belongs to a branch of sympathetic witchcraft in witchcraft..."

Dr. Watson, who calmed down, thought hard for a while, and then seemed to remember the information he had read before-

There is an interconnected relationship between things. Once things come into contact with each other, even after interrupting the contact between entities, they will continue to interact at a long distance. This principle is called the "Contact Law".

From this principle, wizards believe that they can influence another through one thing, especially the "person". As long as the thing has been exposed to that person, this influence will be true whether the thing is part of the person's body.

The source of the name of contact witchcraft is that it is said that wizards only need to contact part of someone's human body or what they have used to achieve their goals. In the past, the black witchcraft that harmed people often collected the hair, beard, nails and beloved things of dissatisfaction in order to harm the other party...

"It seems you remembered that we only read the information a few days ago..."

The detective always paid attention to the expressions of his friends, "I don't know if the mystical knowledge we have obtained is the same, but judging from the part I have mastered, the "contact law" in mysticism does exist."

"So what?" Dr. Watson said angrily, gasping, pale and angry.

"I'm thinking, since there is such a principle in mysticism itself, will this point be even more exaggerated and infinitely magnified for the so-called gods?"

Sherlock Holmes said in a hurry.

"Even if you are just accidentally exposed to their concepts, know some forbidden knowledge, or read a certain magic book, you have already developed an invisible mysterious connection with them..."

The speculation of the detective is actually not wrong. Whether it is direct or indirect contact, except for the different ways and methods, what are the differences in the results?

When a person directly reads mythological books, the san value will inevitably decline rapidly. When he comes into contact with areas that should not be touched, and to see the crazy truth, he will inevitably have an invisible connection with the "gods".

The same is also the result of obtaining forbidden knowledge by directly sharing copied memory feelings. It is just that it is not achieved through reading, but by sharing memory feelings.

It may be even worse. After all, you can decide how many pages you read and whether to continue contacting. If you find something is wrong, you can retreat decisively.

However, Mr. Smith directly started a big wave. As long as he was hit by the illusion, a lot of knowledge would be stuffed into his head every second. How could the audience have the ability to decide how many pages they should read?

"Why didn't you have nightmares, Sherlock?" Dr. Watson was unwilling to admit this fact from the bottom of his heart.

"Maybe it's a matter of acceptance?" Sherlock Holmes was also a little uncertain for a moment. "The biggest difference between me and you is that I seem to be more likely to accept these things."
Chapter completed!