Night Raven Master

Chapter 421 Evil

The chubby Bachs walked down the dark corridor of the mansion with his right hand in his jacket pocket with a gloomy face.

After confirming that no one was around, he took out his right hand.

this thing.
Do you really want to eat it?
What appeared in his palm was a small bag made of some kind of hard transparent material, like some kind of hard plastic or glass
In the bag, there is white powder, but when the angle of view is turned slightly, the color of the powder becomes red powder.

"Structural color?"

Bach frowned.

Bahes, who studied biology at university and is now a biology teacher at Wudu University, this situation is very similar to the characteristics of many insects and birds——

Structural color.

Some insect body walls have very thin wax layers, engraved points, grooves or scales and other fine structures, which cause light waves to refract, diffuse, diffract or interfere to produce various colors.

Metal luster and flash on the surface of the beetle's body wall are typical structural colors, and the color of bird feathers and the color of butterfly wings are all structural colors.

He put the bag in front of his eyes, but with the naked eye, he couldn't see the fine structures that could produce structural colors.

He looked at the small bag, then sighed deeply.

What exactly does the Black Bell Church want to do?Why use drugs to control him?

"poison."

In his cognition, this thing is undoubtedly a drug. By making people addicted to drugs, he has to attach himself to the Black Bell Church.

Black Bell Church, the largest dark organization in the fog city.

When he was a teacher at Wudu University, he knew about this organization by accident.

Hearing that the Black Bell Church is producing a large amount of drugs, even the police can't do anything about it.

How could the police do nothing?
Originally, he thought it was just an urban legend or something, but when he went looking for it because he found a strange creature, he didn't expect to be targeted by someone.

What made him even more unexpected was that his friend, Rodman, who was also a member of the detective agency in college, and a well-known rich man in the fog city, turned out to be a member of the Black Bell Church.

and
It seems that among the former members of the detective agency, many people joined the Black Bell Church.

They must also be controlled by this drug addiction, right?

And the Black Bell Church told himself through Rodman that if he didn't eat this thing, then his family
hateful!

Bach clenched his fists bitterly.

Then he became a little confused. For some reason, Rodman didn't monitor him to eat.

Could it be that Rodman wanted to create an opportunity for him to escape this crisis?
Bahes frowned, and he didn't know what to do now.

If he took it, then if he became addicted to drugs, he would never be able to leave the Church of the Black Bell in his life.

Of course he knew the dangers of drugs, and he had also heard of many cases of people who thought they were strong-willed and couldn't get rid of drug addiction.

He didn't think he could be better than those people.

But if you don't take it, you can only hide for a while. In the future, if you don't seek drugs from the Black Bell Church, you will also be suspected.

And it will also implicate Rodman who kindly helped him
What should I do?
On the other side, in the gazebo outside the mansion, Rodman squinted his eyes and leaned on the chair, looking like he was enjoying himself.

Beside him, the rickety old man pushing the dining car opened his eyes, and looked at Rodman with a pair of blue vertical pupils:

"Rodman, how long are you going to dawdle? Just force-feed them."

There was no respect in the tone, as if Rodman was not his master at all, nor was he a housekeeper.

"Shut up, Goyle." Rodman opened his eyes, a bloody light flashed in his eyes, "Or you want to die here."

"you"

The old housekeeper named Gore suppressed his anger, glanced at the ball on the grass from the corner of his eye, and finally suppressed his emotions.

"That's right, Gore, a dog should be a good dog, and don't try to talk back to its owner."

Rodman laughed and opened the lid of the dining car.

On the clean white dinner plate, there are several slices of meat products similar to fried steak, and the edges are decorated with beautiful vegetables.

With contempt, Rodman glanced at Gore next to him:

"How about it, Gore, do you want to eat together? This is very good."

A trace of disgust flashed across Gore's old face:
"No, you'd better eat by yourself."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to see him eating.

In the mansion, Yager and a few people changed people because of Yager's discomfort after playing a group game for more than an hour.

"It's a pity, Yager, who is now a detective, would be the best Keeper."

Kaolanke said with some regret, and then smiled:

"It's okay, Yag, you take a rest first, we will call you after the evening banquet begins."

"Ok."

Jager showed a forced smile, responded to their concerns one by one, then shook his head, and was about to turn around, but at this moment, a feeling of trance came.

"here we go again"

The field of vision became extremely blurred, as if shrouded in thick fog.

The dizziness made him feel that everything around him was shaking, including his own body.

Screams, hums, whispers.

All kinds of trance-like voices came, and the small voices were mixed together, as if countless creatures were whispering in his ears.

Yager reluctantly opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him was distorted like an abstract painting, like an oil painting by a lunatic splashing paint at will.

In his field of vision, the group of friends who were sitting on the sofa turned into weird humanoid creatures again.

Jag bit his lip, trying to wake himself up by inducing pain, but his actions failed.

Not only did the pain not make the abnormality disappear, on the contrary, because of the pain, the scene in front of him became more distorted.

He supported the wall all the way, passed the corner, and walked into the corridor.

At this moment, he felt a gaze.

He didn't know where this line of sight came from.

In the depths of his soul, the dark evil rune formed under the wringing of bad luck, at this moment, finally fully formed.

In an instant, he lost consciousness.

And the next moment he fell to the ground, he stood up again.

However, compared to before, his eyes had changed, as if he had changed into a different person.

"Really, how could I be so weak and stupid?"

Twisting his wrist, Yager showed a smile, and then he looked at his hands, a dark, evil force gushed out of his hands.

At this moment, a person came towards him.

Yager looked at the other party, showing a smile, and several kinds of malice flashed in his eyes.

Finally, his eyes fixed on the opponent's right hand, which was a mass of rich power that made him feel comfortable and hungry.

(End of this chapter)