Chapter 177 Locals with Bad Intentions (Part 2)

Old Leeson held the old man's weapon that had blasted the faces of many foreigners. He thought about it and put it down again. He just hid the dagger in his waist, hidden under the bulk of his thick winter coat, and then took it. Looking at the bottles of poison - these are the light medicinal powders that they have effectively researched and can exert excellent effects on evil outsiders - but they don't know if the efficacy of the powder in the bottles has weakened after not being used for so many years.

"But it doesn't matter. If one bottle is not enough, just add two more bottles!" he thought viciously.

He immediately walked softly but quickly to the kitchen cellar and found his long-collected bottle of whiskey. He originally planned to keep it until his end, drink it happily, and then end his life decisively in the fragrance of the wine. life, to meet the long-awaited family again... But using this bottle of wine to end the life of a stranger is also an excellent choice! ! !

He slowly poured various medicinal powders into the bottle according to the proportions in his memory. The originally clear and golden wine was immediately stained with turbidity and filth. However, after shaking it slightly, the medicinal powders tumbling in the wine quickly mixed with the whiskey. Fusion, but the clear color of the wine can't help but appear a little cloudy, but this muddy wine just fits the characteristics of a remote countryside.

Old Lisen leaned over to the mouth of the bottle and took a whiff. The rich aroma of the wine covered up the faint smell of the medicinal powder. If he hadn't known it in advance, no one would have been able to tell that the wine was mixed with poison.

After he finished all this, he sealed the bottle again and placed it in a conspicuous position in the wine cellar. Then he silently returned to the hall, sat back on the old sofa, pulled up the blanket and restored it. Just like before, he tilted his head and continued to close his eyes, pretending to sleep.

About an hour passed.

Old Lisen didn't know the specific time, but he was already counting the beating frequency of his heart in his heart. He could estimate the time by touching it - the old wooden clock at home had been damaged and no longer rotated, and he had never thought about repairing it at this time. An object that reminds you that life is counting down.

The banging on the roof finally stopped, and Old Leeson, who was not quite deaf, immediately heard two footsteps walking downstairs.

But he still didn't open his eyes and continued to snore slightly.

Even when Sebastian's voice whispered from behind the sofa, 'Let Grandpa Leeson continue to rest, let's go back and return the tools first,' he did not open his sleepy eyes and seemed to have really fallen asleep.

It wasn't until the rusty door panel made that harsh clicking sound when it was opened that Old Leeson suddenly woke up as if he had been awakened.

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

He slightly rubbed his sleepy and bloodshot eyes, and said in the lazy tone of someone who had just woken up: "Ah, little Sebastian, are you done? Don't leave in a hurry, sit here and accompany me. Let’s chat with this old man.”

The young man who was about to leave quietly smiled awkwardly and had to put down his tools again, turned around and sat back on the small sofa next to the fireplace, and Mr. John could only sit down with him.

Old Lisen looked at the two people who were sitting down, nodded with satisfaction, and then patted his head as if he had just woken up from a dream and said: "Ah, I almost forgot, didn't I just say that I would like to invite Mr. John to taste the wine that I have stored for many years? Whiskey! Little Sebastian, please do me a favor and go to my kitchen cellar 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 enter. "

"Okay, Grandpa Lison." The young man obediently went to get the wine.

The only ones left in the hall were the old man who was carrying a blood feud and the young man who might be innocently implicated.

"John...is it okay for the old man to call you that?"

"No problem at all."

"John, you probably just came to our town yesterday. Did you spend last night at the Cowell Hotel? How did you rest? Is our country place too shabby and backward? You probably haven't seen it before. Would you like to live in such a rundown town?"

"Thank you for your concern. The bed at the Cowell Hotel is quite comfortable. It was the only good night's sleep I've had in the past few days." Watson answered truthfully as if he knew everything, "Ilkesmouth Town It's not as shabby as you said. I've been traveling around the country in search of folk customs over the years, but I saw a town that was completely uninhabited. The empty streets were filled with a dead silence and cold atmosphere like a cemetery, which made people look at it at a glance. Just looking at it makes me feel cautious.”

"Oh, traveling around to look for folklore?! So John, you are a folklorist? Are you planning to collect historical information from all over the island and compile it into a book?"

Old Leeson was like an ordinary lonely old man, chatting with young people who rarely came to visit him, so as to express his loneliness and isolation when he lived alone.

Watson nodded slightly, "Yes, your guess is absolutely correct. I do have such an idea. This time I came to Ilkesmouth Town and I have heard about the glorious history of this town -"

"But I didn't expect that the town has declined like this. I guess you are a wise old man who has experienced the hard times. You must know the reason for the decline of the town, right?"

"Can you please introduce it to me so I can add it to my books?"

"The reason for the decline of the town..." After hearing this, Old Lisen also looked up at his pupils with an expression of reminiscence and contemplation.

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 away, even if it's just one day away, you're still underage!"

Facing the old man's majestic gaze, Sebastian was finally defeated. He put down the bottle with a smile and said, "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 called himself 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 intense... It's such a rare good wine!" He said, holding up the wine glass again and taking 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!"