I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 432 The Last Bait
Zachary: "The professor is plotting to win over those irrational disabled veterans by offering them malicious pensions, thereby obtaining an almost endless supply of candidates for the Blade of the Mystic.

When Old Jack heard this, he began to get a little impatient.

He didn't care about the process of the investigation, only the results. "Investigator Zagara, please don't go off topic and get straight to the point."

Zachary had no choice but to swallow back all the words he had prepared and directly replaced them with a new series of projected photos.

A villa standing in a sparsely populated suburb. The fortress-like walls now have several large holes, and the garden inside is planted with several twisted and terrifying strange plants.

Ten-foot-tall morning glories, with sticky liquid and broken limbs remaining inside their vase-shaped flowers—

[After testing, it was found that the liquid in the flowers contained human blood and flesh tissue components, and contained some unknown elements that could have a stimulant effect.]

The tall thistles had dagger-sharp thorns, and many of the thorns had already been removed.

[After testing, it was found that the sword's sharpness reached the first-order blade phase, and when the sword's edge came into contact with blood, it would produce some kind of nerve paralysis toxin.]

The tops of the low apple trees were bearing human-like fruits. The dark grey faces faced the photographer directly, with dark eyes gleaming with a terrifying light and exaggeratedly grinning mouths filled with a drop of suspicious fruit juice.

[According to actual combat testing, eyes that look directly at the face of the fruit will fall into a mental influence highly suspected to be the forbidden power of the moth, entering a state similar to somnambulism. If the comatose person is forcibly awakened, he will lose control and go crazy.]

[After further experiments, if one attempts to forcibly remove the fruit, the human face of the fruit will fight back, releasing a scream comparable to the forbidden power of a second-order moth, forcing the person who hears the scream to tear off their hair and skin.]

[Using strong alcohol to irrigate the roots of this plant can cause the fruit to ripen and fall on its own, but the fruit must be picked up in a container in time, otherwise the fruit will grow root-like tentacles after falling to the ground and escape.]

[The face of the ripe fruit will change to a resentful and malicious expression, with eyes fixed on the holder. If it does not receive strong alcohol within three hours, the face of the fruit will change to an angry expression, and explode after seven seconds, releasing a mental influence close to the forbidden power of the third-order moth - the range of influence is about ten feet, and can force up to seven humans to peel their own skin at the same time.]

[Note: Watering the fruit with a large amount of strong alcohol or reciting math/physics/chemistry and other knowledge materials within a ten-foot range of the fruit can also stimulate the fruit to transform into an angry expression. ]

In the perspective of the spectral camera, these strange plants all shine with mottled and colorful evil light, enchanting bright red, thick pink, and turbid gray.

The mottled colors of the resentful and malicious human-faced fruits are particularly severe. The heavy gray color makes it difficult to distinguish whether it is a black and white photo or a spectral scan photo.

"After careful investigation and bold inference by Investigator Charlotte, we searched all the way to a secret manor outside the city."

"A large amount of human remains were found at the scene, as well as several strange creations of the evil god Stone Green Mother, and four withered and sprouting zombies. After identification, it was found that these four zombies were the previous owner of the manor, Major Sholto, and his family members."

"At the same time, we also found a huge amount of residual influence of forbidden power in the manor, especially in a dark basement forty-nine feet below the manor, where the influence of the moth taboo was the strongest. We suspect that the professor had arranged some extremely terrifying ritual in this basement, but in fact, no ritual instruments were found."

"And the first field agent who entered this basement has now fallen into madness and is partially deformed—" Zachary showed a series of clear and bright photos. In the dimly lit confinement room, a human figure with exposed muscle fibers like a medical doll stood in a pool of blood. Its shoulder blades were obviously protruding on its back, and a pair of thin cicada wings stained with blood grew on the hideous and protruding bones.

"This field agent who is suspected to have been distorted seems to still have some intelligence left, or has awakened another kind of intelligence. After going crazy, it did not show any intention to attack. It just stood there woodenly, mumbling simple nonsense. Those are not syllables that can be imitated by human vocal cords, nor do they belong to any lost language recorded by the bureau."

"It painted dense, twisted curves on the three walls of the confinement room. Those lines seem to have no pattern at all. They neither represent a certain image nor contain forbidden power or knowledge. It seems to be just the crazy graffiti of this pathetic madman. Even if we invited the linguistics experts in the bureau to analyze it, no results were obtained."

"but--"

Zachary turned around and looked at Charlotte Holmes in the corner of the conference room. "But Investigator Charlotte expressed a different opinion. She thought that it was very likely that the professor was using this field worker to reveal some information to us, perhaps details about the carnival, or perhaps a preview of the professor's next terrorist activity. Based on the personality profile of the professor, we also think that this speculation has a 70% probability."

"Also, although this field worker has a distorted appearance, he has not shown any violent tendencies. He has no rejection reactions to close contact or even blood sampling. The research department strongly requested that he be kept alive to study the mystery of the distortion."

Old Jack said nothing when he heard this, and his expression did not change at all, making it difficult for everyone present to guess what he was thinking.

Zachary could only continue, "Thanks to the massive amount of forbidden spectrum data collected in the secret manor, we can almost be sure that this is the characteristic of the professor's forbidden power."

"We have conducted multiple sweeps throughout the city. Based on our character profile of the professor, we inferred that his main targets would be the city's economic, cultural, and political landmarks. Therefore, we have focused our searches on areas that meet these criteria."

"Sure enough, we discovered extremely hidden moth-like forbidden fluctuations in front of the Palace of Westminster, outside St. Paul's Cathedral, and inside the British Museum."

"The ritual effect of the three moths' forbidden powers is to conceal and keep secrets, so that anyone passing by will involuntarily ignore the ritual site, and even forget that they have been there before... Our field staff have also passed by this place many times because of this, and even forgot the existence of this place the moment they discovered the professor's power spectrum."

"Finally, we successfully cracked the professor's forbidden ritual and found three high-yield time bombs at the ritual site - they have now been safely eliminated."

"We have reason to believe that the main threats placed by the professor in London have been eliminated!"

Old Jack smiled slightly when he heard this, "What about the Ripper who has the same name as me?"

"How are you going to capture him?"

"Please rest assured, we have set up bait and traps tonight that the Ripper cannot refuse... Now we just have to wait for him to fall into the cage."

"Oh, what's the bait?"

Sherlock Holmes, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "The last survivor of the Crossroads Hospital incident, John Watson."

(End of this chapter)