I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

The dark green star extinguished and shattered, turning into a circle of emerald, scarlet and gray-white stardust that spread outward.

As the light source disappeared, the pale green glow became dim and colorless, and the darkness of night swept in again, and shadows once again captured this remote river bend.

The dirty desires that entangled each other and worked together to reproduce children also faded away as the stars in the eyes burned out. The green light in the eyes of the mortals around the Cross Road Hospital finally dissipated, and the eyes returned to their original green and light yellow.

But the idiosyncratic hunger and thirst still refuses to stop, still lingering in the hearts of the weak-willed. It seems to have been deeply rooted in their hearts, sprouting stubborn green shoots.

Even though the pupils of the confused have returned to normal color, the mottled colors of the red cup and the red and blue heart have dyed their minds. Maybe they are awake, or maybe they don't want to be awake.

Some logistics operators may have woken up, but they looked at the snow-white sheep that were about to be captured in front of them, and they were unwilling and unwilling to give up - this is a rare and excellent opportunity! And who wouldn’t want to shed all her nobility and purity for the aloof angel, and release the world’s filth and impurity on her smooth, milky-white skin?

It is said that the sword of the law never falls on everyone's neck. We are gathered in a crowd now, and we are all affected by the spells of the cultists. What we do next is not at all our original intention, and we must not be punished even if we are punished. It's too harsh. Besides, everyone is doing it, so why can't I follow suit? !

There are many logistics operators who have such a twisted idea of ​​uniting as one. Looking at the red face of the high mountain flower, uncontrollable evil thoughts surge into their hearts.

They decided to continue pretending that they were still immersed in the influence of evil forces and could not extricate themselves, and stretched out their cruel hands towards the delicate and cold flower!

However, not all logistics operators are garbage, and not all logistics operators are so weak-willed. X211, who was the first to come back to his senses, shook his head hard, throwing away the remaining evil thoughts in his head.

Then in a daze, he saw that his colleagues who were out of control were so bold that they wanted to attack Miss Holmes! ! !

He quickly took out the short gun from his arms and was about to fire a warning shot into the sky, "Stop, are you fucking crazy——"

Bang bang——

Two short gunshots rang out before X211 pulled the trigger, and as the light smoke filled the air, the two out-of-control logistics operators at the forefront fell straight down.

The explosion of gunpowder close at hand was deafening, and the logistics operators who were not yet fully awake were either actively or passively awakened. They made a prompt decision and pinned their old colleagues who were still out of control to the ground.

Charlotte Holmes, whose cheeks were rosy as spring, slowly retracted her guns. Her chest under the windbreaker was still heaving violently, and there was still a strange amount of anger and humiliation in her heart.

But the female detective's self-regulation ability is also exceptionally strong. Just taking a few deep breaths, her restless heart calmed down again, and the strange blush on her face quickly faded away, returning to the frost that kept people away from thousands of miles away.

She looked at the Crossroad Hospital, which had become completely silent. The strange plant tentacles extending from the exposed cracks in the wall had lost their emerald green luster, and were as withered and rotten as dead wood.

And Charlotte came to the courtyard of the hospital center under the protection of everyone.

In the strange flower field shaped like a wine glass, lay the mutilated corpse.

The suspected corpse of Winfreth was not only missing his head, but the sudden roar even shattered the upper part of his torso, as if being devoured by a huge burning beast, until even the chest and ribs were completely swallowed. Down.

The cross section is a jagged, scorched black scar, with half of the broken stone green spine barely visible, and the charred muscle fibers are as black as burning charcoal with faint red glow.

Seven unkind rays of light shone on this half of the corpse, and no abnormality was found. Whether it was the light in the skull that symbolized reason, or the vitality of continued survival... everything had dissipated like burned ashes, mixed with Gone in the ruthless cold wind.

The seven consultants nodded slowly, and the deformed fleshy eyes in the mirror in their arms also smiled with satisfaction.

"The target is confirmed dead."

The leader of the advisory group hidden in the shadow of the hood spoke softly. His or her voice sounded unusually smooth. It had neither the feminine crispness of a woman nor the masculine hoarseness of a man. It was the kind of neutral voice that had no characteristics at all. It not only made It is difficult for people to distinguish their gender, and they may even forget the impression of this voice as soon as they turn their heads.

Charlotte didn't seem too happy when she heard the news, because there were withered corpses everywhere along the way, including cult believers who committed unforgivable crimes, and soldiers from the Anti-Suppression Bureau who fought bloody battles... The casualty ratio had exceeded her original expectations.

Not to mention the extermination team that broke in through the river tunnel, but no information has been sent back yet... Perhaps, they have all sacrificed their lives for the country.

How can such a tragic result make Commander Charlotte, who is responsible for leading this operation, happy?

But until now, she had not spared the time to show mercy. She had already begun to review the mistakes she had made in this action, and was about to engrave this experience on the door of the memory palace to remind herself to never forget it!

The female detective ordered in a cold voice: "Continue to act according to the original plan C. A small number of people will stay at the scene to collect physical evidence. The rest will go underground with me to completely wipe out this crossroads cult organization!"

The surviving extermination soldiers and the seven mysterious advisors responded in unison: "Yes!"

However, none of them noticed that beneath the frozen soil that neither the naked eye nor the light could penetrate, there was an emerald root that had narrowly escaped and still had active life, flowing weak yet vigorous energy through the veins of the plant. The glow spreads directly to the emerald tree itself buried deep under the earth's surface!

But if at the moment when the suddenly appeared warhead shattered Winfrey's body, if anyone with extremely keen eyesight could be lucky enough to break free from the control of the bright green star, and look up at the two tragic stars shining in the night sky with happiness and soul, The green star and the warhead tearing the air.

Then he would be horrified to find that the moment the bullet as thick as a baby's arm pierced the cult leader's forehead, the strange glow in the other party's eyes had been extinguished in advance, and the emerald roots connected to the back of his neck were pulled out on their own. , twisting and falling like a panicked python, curling back into its nest in the earth - the escaping roots are flowing with a different color glow like a pale green star!

Winfrey's body is dead, but his spirit has escaped.

The evil emerald tree still lives on!