Chapter 173 The Secret of the Town

Chapter 173 The Secret of the Town

"Pay attention to J·C?"

Melanie informed the three believers who were waiting for instructions through walking words of the message sent back by the religious group. After hearing this, everyone looked blank and ignorant, but naturally they could not question or disobey the leader's order. , so they all replied honestly that they already know.

The newly joined church member John Watson stepped forward to replace the position directly in front of the cross, gently tapped the sacred magic weapon leather drum, and conveyed: "Wait a moment, please tell Mr. Winfrey, Ilk The residents of the small town of Smouth seem to have unexplained great malice towards outsiders like us, which may hinder our search for the surrounding area in the future.”

"So I would like to ask, if these mortal townspeople have hindered our actions...can we use violence against them? If so, how much damage can we cause?"

After a while, the human skin Dharma drum, which seemed to overlap with the bright full moon, vibrated on its own. The sound of "dong-dong-dong" could be answered according to Professor Melanie's solution.

"Mr. Winfrey said that as long as the library of the Cowell Hotel could be found and the treasures contained... everything in this town could disappear."

Watson nodded slightly, tapped the Dharma drum and responded: "Understood, I have no other questions."

He looked around at the other three church members. After hearing the leader's reply, everyone's faces showed a kind of joy that had been suppressed for a long time and could finally be released. They nodded frequently without any doubt, so tonight's communication was That's it.

After the esoteric cultists of the Crossroads cleared away the traces of footsteps and mana left on the beach, they dispersed under the cover of night - just as they went out separately when leaving the hotel, they naturally returned to the hotel separately at this time.

Moreover, decentralized operations are more conducive to searching for the specific location of the library, and it is also more conducive for the person who finds the library to take all the credit for the results of the trip, without sharing it with the other three people.

However, Watson looked at the backs of the three colleagues leaving. He seemed to feel in the moth's vision that the deformed sarcomas on the chests of the three people were pulsing extremely excitedly, as if their souls and bodies were also cheering and jumping for joy, and they couldn't wait. They want to use the lives of those ignorant mortals in the town to practice their own principles and release the heterogeneous desires that are almost suffocated and explode because they have been living underground in the hospital for a long time!

He seemed to be able to distinguish from the movements and words of the three of them the sound of grinding teeth of wild beasts before hunting. It was the roar of their uncontrollable hunger. This intention was so obvious that it almost came from each person's voice. The rhythm of the heart fills and releases.

Watson shook his head slightly. He felt that this operation might be messed up because of the question he just asked...but this was exactly the result he wanted.

He was the last one to leave, but when he was about to leave, the moth in his skull began to flutter its wings slightly, and some indescribable spark of inspiration bloomed in his heart.

Watson looked up at the nearby cliffs. His gaze spread upwards from the rocks that were constantly washed by the waves, all the way up the rugged cliffs that were difficult to climb with bare hands.

He saw a small stone platform protruding below the top of the cliff, and there seemed to be a narrow cliff path leading back to the hotel... Could that be the entrance to the library? Did the hotel owner move the library to the interior of the cliff?

Watson felt that this possibility was not too high. Logically speaking, if the hotel owner wanted to hide it, he would not have left such obvious features as the cliff path and the abrupt stone platform. This was something that even a foreigner like him, who had just arrived, could spot it. The special place is too conspicuous... If the other party really wants to hide it, he should move the library to a dangerous place that is difficult for mortals to find and enter.

He looked at the dark cliff that seemed to be caressed by the brilliance of the silver moon. It was as stable as Mount Tai despite being beaten by the waves, like a general wearing black armor guarding this coastline.

"According to Winfrey Morgan, this cliff will collapse in five days... But it seems that the mountain of the cliff is very solid at present. It feels like even if heavy artillery is dragged in, it will take several waves of bombardment. The cliff was so shaken that it fell off and collapsed."

"And he also mentioned that the entire town will be submerged by the raging waves... Will there be a large tsunami in five days?"

"Who is J.C. Is he a resident of the town? Are there other secret messengers hidden in this remote town?"

"Winfres asked us to meet all J.C.'s requirements and never make him angry... It sounds like a flattering tone. Could it be that this unknown J.C. is actually an extremely powerful secret agent?" The messenger? Even Winfres had to try to curry favor with the other party?"

Watson could never control his wild thoughts. Ever since he left Crossroads Hospital and came to this remote and dilapidated town that could not be found on the map, he felt that his spirit seemed to be very active, and his emotions were much more intense than before. It is usually higher, but this does not seem to be the exciting effect of the heartbeat, but the influence of other factors.

Does the land beneath your feet hide other secrets?

Watson felt as if he was getting closer and closer to something mysterious and incomprehensible, so much so that the pineal gland in his head seemed to be beating slightly. The answer, mystery, truth or other things seemed to be coming soon. .

He felt that he might need to explore the town carefully to find the secrets hidden in it. Maybe he could get something far more valuable than the treasures in the library mentioned by Winfreth.

With this thought in mind, he withdrew his gaze from the cliff, turned around and walked towards the dark shadow in the distance that even the moonlight could not drive away.

After all four guests left, Sebastian, who was lying on the edge of the stone platform, took a long breath of relief. His heart, which was beating slowly for unknown reasons, began to return to its normal heart rate, and the pump was accelerated. The blood circulation is released, and the abnormally cold body begins to gradually warm up.

The young man slowly took off the windbreaker covering his head and put it back on his shoulders. Just now, while listening to the faint sound of drumming, he felt that his headache was so severe that it seemed to explode. He had to endure the cold and took off his coat to cover his forehead, and then He covered his ears tightly with his palms, and then he felt the severe throbbing pain in his skull ease a little.

And after the four guests dispersed, he felt that the pain in his head had completely disappeared, as if the bizarre headache had never happened.

It made him even more determined - his abnormality just now must have originated from witnessing the strange behavior of the guests.

"Did these guests just hold some kind of terrible cult ceremony at the beach?"

"Could they be trying to use that terrifying drumming sound to summon some kind of unspeakable monster or evil god sealed under the sea?"

"But they clearly didn't succeed...or they did."

Sebastian looked at the back of the last guest who slowly disappeared into the darkness. He had a hunch that this unreal figure should belong to Mr. John.

"Perhaps I should try to communicate with Mr. John and see if I can find out the secret of their visit to the town?"