Chapter 143 Strange Kite
Faced with Crowett's unanswered answer, Watson couldn't tell for a moment whether the other party was pretending to be stupid or really stupid, but he thought the latter was the most likely.
But he didn't rush to ask questions. This information would naturally be obtained after waiting for a long time. He just took the box honestly, turned around and walked to the mixing room that the girl just introduced.
The brewing room is a room with emerald roots extending into it. The interior of the room is filled with eerie green fluorescence, which makes the faces of the esoteric cultists standing around the work table playing with blades and strange-shaped needle tools extremely terrifying... Although they The work he is doing is truly bizarre.
I saw a lady wearing a mask stirring the pale golden viscous liquid in a transparent glass vessel with a tool as pale as a finger bone, occasionally sprinkling some powder into it whose original color was difficult to distinguish under the light of the emerald roots. As soon as those powders are stained with the light golden viscous liquid, a faint suspicious smoke will immediately rise.
The pungent and sweet smell was so weird that even Watson felt his head was dizzy after sniffing it, and there seemed to be an unexplained buzzing in his skull... He suddenly felt like the power of a moth. It caused a buzzing effect in the brain, but this time it seemed to only affect the physical body, not the soul body and spirit.
But this is the most unbearable psychedelic effect for Watson. It directly acts on the physical hormone level to affect the mind. It cannot be resisted simply with perseverance and willpower... If he had not now cultivated the first-level mind, the physical body would be immune to resistance. It has been greatly improved. At this moment, I am afraid that my consciousness will fall into a coma just like when I encountered the deformed patrolman Lance.
There are also several esoteric cultists who are using the weak flame of alcohol lamps to roast the strange pitcher plant-like plants that exude the intoxicating fragrance picked from the hospital courtyard, and use small wooden sticks wrapped in dark red cloth to light them. They gently tapped the water bottle-shaped flower body, as if they wanted to force the weird plant to vomit out the intoxicating nectar inside... Under their efforts, the pitcher plant-like plant actually made a killing sound like a pig. screamed, and then saw the intoxicating nectar inside flowing out from the bottom of the bottle-shaped flower body like tears. The staff quickly used a small bottle to contain the dripping intoxicating nectar, and then sealed the bottle mouth tightly as if they were afraid that it would evaporate. go out.
Watson resisted the attacks on his sense of smell by various odors, and after scanning around, he finally found the target of his trip, Mr. Lindsay, whose head was as bright as a light bulb.
The other party was currently wearing thick deerskin gloves and holding a colorful feather, carefully wiping it off on a brass pear fruit. His expression seemed to be as cautious as dealing with a landmine that might explode at any time. .
Watson walked around the others, walked to the workbench where Mr. Lindsay was sitting, and gently put down the metal box in his hand.
"Hello Mr. Lindsay, I am the new member John Watson, and this is the copper pear that Crowett asked me to send to you."
"Hey! When you play something back next time, be gentle and careful with your movements. Don't make these copper pears get irritated. Otherwise, a lot of copper pears will explode at the same time and our brewing room will collapse. Let's forget it later. It would be bad if everyone went crazy!" Mr. Lindsay warned quietly but seriously.
"Ok, I see."
Watson nodded slightly, but he was thinking in his heart: "So this copper pear really can explode? Isn't this natural nitroglycerin!"
"And the copper pear can also cause people to go crazy when it explodes. It is simply a biological weapon on the magical side! It turns out that the Crossroads Order also has such a unique production capacity. It can easily 'plant' dangerous plants without machine tools or gunpowder. arms."
"I'm really looking forward to acquiring this sect! With the support of these magical biological weapons, it will be easy to start a real riot in the foggy city."
By the time Watson left the brewing room and returned to the workshop in charge of Clovette, the other party had already called out a new stream of spring water and was using it to feed the twin kites, Alden and Ramona, on the small tree. ’ When the two kites saw the small bowl stretched out, they immediately stuck their heads out of the cage and took a deep sip like hungry refugees who had just left the desert.
While the kites in the cage were drinking, Crovitt would also take out a bag of something that looked like dead wood chips mixed with some kind of white chips, gently twist some and scatter them in the cage. The twin kites When the bird saw the powder, it was like a reincarnation of a hungry ghost. It pounced on it and pecked at it crazily. Its sharp beak made the bottom of the metal cage jingle, and it used its wings to protect the scattered powder on the way. It seemed that it was I don't want outsiders to see this delicious food, for fear that others will come to snatch it, and I just want them to enjoy this delicious food alone.
After Clovette sprinkled another handful of powder, she turned around and saw Watson returning, smiling like a successful prank, "Hehe, John, you are back, how is it? Isn't the smell in the brewing room quite unpleasant?" , It’s like being attacked by a mothman, your head feels dizzy, and it feels like there’s a nasty little person living in your ears, chattering all the time.”
Watson nodded with deep sympathy, "Well, Clovette's description was quite clever and precise. I really think so."
"Hahaha, if it was easy, I wouldn't bother you to send it there for me!"
Clovette re-tied the mouth of the bag containing the strange powder. The twin kites had already eaten until their bellies were swollen, but they still stood expectantly at the edge of the cage and waited. When they saw it, The breeder's movements immediately resembled those of an addict who had seen psychotropic drugs leave his body. He flapped his wings crazily, let out a shrill cry like a hungry beast, and rushed straight out of the cage, trying to rob the breeder. That bag of delicious food in your hand!
Clovette looked at the crazy posture of the twin kites, with a hint of displeasure on her face, "Humph! You are not allowed to eat, Alden and Ramona, you two naughty ones, you are not good and obedient, keep making such noise. Go down, I won’t come to feed you tomorrow night!”
The pair of caged kites named Alden and Ramona actually seemed to understand the girl's threat. They stopped their movements obediently, gathered their wings, took a few steps back and jumped back onto the horizontal bar in the cage. However, Watson noticed that their red and bloodshot pupils were still staring at the small cloth bag in Clovette's hand.
When Clovette 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 in it had even stretched out its sharp slender branches 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 gangster with secret murderous intentions.
Watson couldn't help but think to himself, this place is really getting more and more abnormal the more he looks at it!