I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 143
Facing Clovette's irrelevant answer, Watson couldn't tell whether the other party was pretending to be stupid or really stupid for a while, but the latter was most likely to come.

But he was not in a hurry to ask, this information will naturally be obtained after a long time.He just took the box obediently, turned around and walked to the mixing room that the girl had just introduced.

The concoction room is a room where the emerald root system extends into. The interior of the room is filled with eerie green fluorescent light, which makes the faces of the esoteric believers standing around the work table flicking with blades and strange needle tools extremely terrifying... Although they The work he is doing is indeed weird.

I saw a lady wearing a mask stirring the light golden viscous liquid in a transparent glass vessel with a pale tool that looked like a phalanx, and sprinkled some powder into it from time to time, which was difficult to distinguish the original color under the radiance of the emerald root system. As soon as the powder was stained with a pale golden viscous liquid, a faint suspicious smoke would rise immediately.

The pungent and sweet smell was so weird that even Watson felt dizzy after sniffing it, and there seemed to be a buzzing of unknown meaning in his head... It caused a buzzing effect in the brain, but this time it seemed to only affect the body, not the soul body and spirit.

But this is Watson's most unbearable psychedelic effect. It directly acts on the level of physical hormones to affect the mind. It cannot be resisted by pure willpower... If he has not cultivated the first-order mental state now, the body is immune to resistance It has been greatly improved, and at this moment, I am afraid that he will fall into a coma for a moment like he did when he encountered the distortion patrolman Lance.

There are also a few esoteric believers who are roasting the weird pitcher plant-like plant exuding intoxicating fragrance from the courtyard of the hospital with a faint flame of alcohol lamp, and lighting it with a small wooden stick wrapped in dark red cloth strips. They patted the water bottle-shaped flower body lightly, as if they wanted to force the weird plant to vomit out the intoxicating nectar inside... Under their efforts, the pitcher plant-like plant let out a scream like killing a pig. Then I saw the intoxicating nectar inside it leaking out like tears from the bottom of the bottle-shaped flower body. The staff hurriedly used a small bottle to hold the dripping intoxicating nectar, and then sealed the bottle tightly, as if afraid of evaporating. go out.

Watson endured the attacks on his sense of smell by all kinds of miscellaneous smells, scanned around, and finally found the target of this trip, Mr. Lindsay whose head was as bright as a light bulb.

The other party is wearing thick deerskin gloves at the moment, holding a colorful feather, and carefully wiping away a brass pear fruit. His expression seems to be as cautious as dealing with a landmine that may explode at any time. .

Watson bypassed the others, walked to the workbench where Mr. Lindsay was, and gently put down the metal box in his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Lindsay, I am the new John Watson, and this is the copper pear that Croweite asked me to send you."

"Hey! When you replay things next time, move gently and carefully, but don't irritate these copper pears, otherwise such a large pile of copper pears will explode at the same time, and our preparation room will collapse. Later Everyone goes crazy and it's broken!" Mr. Lindsay warned in a low but serious voice.

"Ok, I see."

Watson nodded slightly, but he was thinking in his heart: "So this copper pear really explodes? Isn't this just natural nitroglycerin!"

"Besides, copper pears can also cause people to go crazy when they explode. It is simply a biological weapon on the magical side! It turns out that the Crossroads Cult has such a unique production capacity that they can easily 'plant' dangerous pears without machine tools or gunpowder. arms."

"I'm really looking forward to getting this sect into my pocket! With the support of these miraculous biological weapons, it must be easy to set off a real riot in Wudu."

By the time Watson left the mixing room and returned to the workshop in charge of Crowett, the other party had called out a new stream of spring water, which was being used to feed the twin kites Alden and Ramona on the small tree. ’, when the two kite birds saw the small bowl stretched out, they immediately poked their heads out of the cage like hungry refugees who had just left the desert, and sucked heavily.

While the kite bird in the cage was drinking, Clovett would also take out a bag of dead wood debris mixed with some white debris, and gently twist some of it that fell in the cage. The pair of twin kites Seeing the powder, the bird frantically pounced on it like a hungry ghost reincarnated. Its sharp beak made the bottom of the metal cage jingle, and it used its wings to protect the powder on the way. I don't want outsiders to see this delicacy, for fear that other people will come to snatch it, and I only want them to enjoy this delicacy alone.

After Crowette sprinkled another handful of powder, she turned her head and saw Watson who had returned, smiling as if she had succeeded in a prank, "Hee hee, John, you are back, how are you? Does the brewing room smell quite bad? , It’s almost like being attacked by a mothman, my head is dizzy, and I feel like there is an annoying villain living in my ears, talking endlessly.”

Watson nodded empathetically, "Well, Clovette described it quite cleverly and accurately, I really think so."

"Hahaha, if it was easy, I wouldn't bother you to send it there for me!"

Croweite tightened the mouth of the cloth bag containing the strange powder again. The twin kites had already swollen their bellies, but they still stood expectantly on the edge of the cage and waited. The breeder's actions suddenly looked like an addict who had seen psychotropic drugs leave his body. He flapped his wings crazily and let out a shrill cry like a hungry beast, rushing straight out of the cage, trying to snatch the breeder The bag in hand is peerless and delicious!

Clovite looked at the madness of the twin kites, and also showed a trace of displeasure, "Hmph! Don't eat, Alden, Ramona, you two naughty bastards, you are naughty and disobedient, if you continue to make such a noise Go down, I won’t come to feed you tomorrow night either!”

The pair of caged kites named Alden and Ramona really seemed to understand the girl's threat, they stopped their movements obediently, retracted their wings, took a few steps back and jumped onto the horizontal bar in the cage again. Watson noticed that their bloodshot pupils were still fixed on the small cloth bag in Crowett's hand.

When Croweite put the small cloth bag back into the cabinet in the corner of the room and hid it, Watson even discovered that the kite named Alden even stretched out its sharp, forked hair like a snake. Licking the sharp beak with his tongue, it almost gave him a sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen a murderer secretly.

Watson couldn't help thinking in his heart, this place really looks more and more abnormal!

(End of this chapter)