Night Crow Master

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

After confirming that there was no one on the left and right, 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, but also like glass...

In the bag, it is white powder, but when the angle of view is turned slightly, the color of the powder becomes red powder.

"Structure color?"

Bachs frowned.

He 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——

Structure color.

Some insects have very thin wax layers, carved spots, grooves or scales on the walls of insects, which make light waves refract, diffuse reflection, diffraction or interference and produce various colors.

The metallic luster and glitter on the surface of the beetle's body wall are typical structural colors. The color of bird feathers and the color of butterfly wings are both structural colors.

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

He looked at the little bag, then sighed deeply.

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

"drug......."

In his cognition, this thing is undoubtedly drugs, and by making people addicted to drugs, he has to rely on the Black Bell Church.

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

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

Hearing that the Black Bell Church is doing a lot of drug production, even the police can't help it.

How could the police be helpless?

Originally he thought it was just an urban legend, but when he was looking for a strange creature, he didn't expect to be spotted.

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

and.......

It seems that many of the former members of the detective agency have joined the Black Bell Church.

They must also be controlled by this addiction, right?

And he...The Black Bell Church told himself through Rodman that if he doesn't eat this thing, then his family...

hateful!

Bachs clenched his fist bitterly.

Then he became a little puzzled, not knowing why, Rodman did not monitor him to eat.

Is it because Rodman wants to create an opportunity for him to escape this crisis?

Bachs frowned, and he didn't know what to do now.

If he eats it, then if he is addicted to drugs, he will never leave the Black Bell Church in his life.

Of course he knew the dangers of drugs, and he had also heard of many instances where people who thought they were tough-willed couldn't get rid of after being addicted to drugs.

He doesn't think he can be better than those people.

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

And it will also involve Rodman who kindly helped him...

What should I do?

...

On the other side, in the pavilion outside the mansion, Rodman squinted his eyes and leaned back on the chair, as if enjoying himself.

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

"Rodman, how long will you linger? Just force them to eat."

In the tone, there was no slightest respect. It seemed that Rodman was not his master at all, nor was he a steward.

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

"you......"

The old housekeeper named Gore suppressed his anger and swept the ball on the grass, finally suppressing his emotions.

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

Rodman laughed and opened the lid of the dining car.

On the white plate, there are several pieces of meat products similar to fried steaks, decorated with beautiful vegetables on the edges.

With contempt, Rodman glanced at Gore next to him:

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

A trace of disgust flashed across Gore's old face:

"No, you should eat it yourself."

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

.......

In the mansion, Yager and several people played a group game for more than an hour, but they were changed because of Yager's discomfort.

"It's a pity, it's best for Yager, who is a detective, to be the secret guard now."

Kolank said regretfully, and then smiled:

"It doesn't matter, Jager, you take a break first, we will call you after the evening banquet begins."

"Ok."

Yager smiled reluctantly, and responded to their concerns one by one, then shook his head and was about to turn around, but at this moment, a trance came.

"Again......"

His vision became extremely blurred, as if shrouded in dense fog.

The dizziness made him feel that everything around him was shaking, and he was floating with his body.

Screams, whispers, and whispers.

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

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

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

Jager bit his lip, trying to wake himself up by creating pain, but his action failed.

Not only did the pain sensation not let the abnormality disappear, on the contrary, because of the pain, the scene before his eyes was even more distorted.

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

At this moment, he felt a sight.

He didn't know where this sight came from.

In the depths of his soul, the dark evil rune formed under the strangulation of doom, at this moment, finally formed completely.

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 changed, as if he had changed.

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

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

At this moment, he walked towards him alone.

Yage looked at each other with a smile, and several kinds of malice flashed in his eyes.

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