Chapter 177 The locals with malicious intentions (2)

Chapter 177 The locals with malicious intentions (2)

Old Leeson held the old friend who had blasted many strangers' faces, thought about it and put it down, but hid the dagger at his waist, hidden under the thick winter clothes, and then picked up the bottles of poisons - these were the light-flavored powders that they had effectively studied and could play an excellent effect on evil strangers - but he didn't know whether the efficacy of the powders in the bottles had weakened after so many years of not using them.

"But it doesn't matter, if one bottle is not enough, then add two more bottles!" He thought viciously.

He immediately went to the kitchen cellar with soft and quick steps and found his long-treasured bottle of whiskey. He originally planned to keep it until his death came, drink it happily, and then decisively end his life in the fragrance of the wine, and meet his family who had been waiting for a long time again... But using this bottle of wine to end the stranger's life is also an excellent choice! ! !

He slowly poured various medicinal powders into the bottle according to the proportions he remembered. The originally clear and golden liquor immediately became turbid and dirty, but after a slight shake, the medicinal powders that were churning in the liquor quickly blended with the whiskey, but the clear color of the liquor inevitably looked a little turbid, but this turbid liquor just fits the characteristics of the remote countryside.

Old Leeson sniffed the bottle mouth, and the rich aroma of the wine well covered the faint smell of the medicinal powder. If it weren't for knowing it in advance like he did, I'm afraid no one would be able to see that the wine was mixed with poison.

After he did all this, he sealed the bottle again and placed it in a conspicuous position in the wine cellar. Then he silently turned back to the hall, sat back on the old sofa, pulled up the blanket to restore it to the previous appearance, tilted his head and continued to close his eyes and pretend to sleep.

About an hour later.

Old Leeson didn't know the exact time, but he had been counting the frequency of his heartbeats in his mind, and he could roughly estimate the time - the old wooden clock at home had long been damaged and no longer turned, and he had never thought of repairing this object that constantly reminded him that his life was facing the countdown.

The knocking sound on the roof finally stopped, and Old Leeson, who was not deaf, immediately heard two footsteps clattering downstairs.

But he still didn't open his eyes, and still kept snoring slightly.

Even when Sebastian whispered from behind the sofa, "Let Grandpa Leeson continue to rest, we will go back to return the tools first", he didn't open his sleepy eyes, and seemed to have really fallen asleep.

It was not until the old rusty door panel made a harsh click when it was opened that Old Leeson suddenly woke up as if he was awakened.

He looked blankly at the source of the sound that woke him up, and saw little Sebastian holding tools in both hands carefully pulling open the door panel.

He rubbed his sleepy and bloodshot eyes slightly, and said in a lazy tone of just waking up: "Ah... Little Sebastian, are you done? Don't be in a hurry to leave, come and chat with me, an old man." The boy who was about to leave quietly smiled awkwardly, had to put down his tools again, turned around and sat back on the small sofa next to the fireplace, and Mr. John had to sit down with him. Old Leeson looked at the two people sitting down, nodded with satisfaction, and then slapped his head as if waking up from a dream and said: "Ah, I almost forgot, didn't I just say that I would invite Mr. John to taste the whiskey I have stored for many years! Little Sebastian, please help me and go to the cellar in my kitchen to get the wine. The bottle of wine is stored separately in the most conspicuous place. You will definitely see it as soon as you go in." "Okay, Grandpa Leeson." The boy went to get the wine obediently. The only people left in the hall were the old man who bore a blood feud and the young man who might be innocently implicated. "John...Is it okay for me to call you that, old man?"

"Of course."

"John, you should have just arrived in our town yesterday, and you spent last night at the Gawwell Hotel. How was your rest? Is our countryside too shabby and backward? You must have never seen such a run-down town before?"

"Thank you for your concern. The bed at the Gawwell Hotel is quite comfortable. It is the only good sleep I have had in the past few days." Watson also answered truthfully as if he knew everything. "Ilkesmouth Town is not as bad as you said. I have traveled around the country to look for folk customs over the years, but I have seen a town that is completely uninhabited. The empty streets are filled with a dead silence and cold atmosphere like a cemetery, which makes people feel scared at a glance. "Oh, traveling around the country to look for folk customs? ! So John, you are a folklorist? Are you planning to collect historical materials from all over the island and compile them into a book?" Old Leeson was like an ordinary lonely old man, chatting with the young man who rarely visited him, so as to express his loneliness and solitude. Watson nodded slightly, "Yes, you guessed it right. I did have such an idea. I came to Ilkesmouth this time because I had heard about the glorious history of the town-"

"But I didn't expect that the town has declined like this now. I believe that a wise old man like you who has experienced many hardships must know the reason for the decline of the town, right?"

"Can you please introduce it to me so that I can add it to my book."

"The reason for the decline of the town..." After listening to it, old Leeson also showed a look of reminiscence and contemplation in his pupils.

At this time, Sebastian finally came out of the cellar. He was holding three wine glasses in one hand and a wine bottle with a light dust on the surface in the other hand. He asked: "Grandpa Leeson, is this the bottle of wine you are talking about?" ?”

"That's right." Old Lison seemed to be interrupted from his recollection. He asked the young man to sit down and help pour the wine. However, when the wine had just filled two glasses, he stopped the young man from continuing to pour the wine and said with He said in a stern tone: "Little Sebastian... I remember you are not eighteen years old yet? Minors are not allowed to drink. You can go find some tea for yourself."

But the young man still wanted to defend himself, "I...I will be eighteen in a few days."

"No, no, let alone a few days, even if it's just one day, you're still underage!"

Facing the old man's majestic gaze, Sebastian was finally defeated and put down the bottle with a sly smile, "Okay."

Only then did Old Leeson calm down his seriousness, and turned to face the out-of-town guest with a bright smile, "John, you can come and drink this wine with the old man, is that okay?"

"no problem!"

The outsider who claimed to be a folklorist could not refuse the old man's kindness. He immediately picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and then showed an unexpected expression, "Well, this wine..."

"What's wrong with the wine? Has the taste gone bad?" In order to gain the trust of the strangers, Old Lisen took a sip from his wine glass.

But the outsider shook his head slightly, "It hasn't gone bad, I just didn't expect the taste of this wine to be so fragrant and so strong... It's such a rare good wine!" He said and picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Old Leeson smiled with satisfaction, "Then John, you should drink more. This is a good wine that I have treasured for a long time, old man!"