Mystery: Start with the Reader Chapter 162

In front of the house facing the street with the signboard of the "Folk-custom Herbal Medicine Shop", as soon as Abner entered the outside of the shop, he saw a man cowering and trotting out of it. As soon as he found someone, he immediately lowered his head and accelerated his steps.

Don't worry, we won't guess what kind of medicine you bought...By the way, can't Darkwell do some serious business? After a few words in his heart, Abner glanced away, but was suddenly stunned, because in the shop, besides Darkwell, who had a round face and a chubby body, there was an acquaintance of his.

That was the friend he hadn't seen for a long time, a member of the "Hunter Squad" that Anderson was preparing to form, and the son of Sergeant Fassin, Aitris.

At this moment, Darkwell is selling his most "good" potion to Aitris, whose face is gradually turning green:

"This is the medicine that makes you more outstanding in that respect, the one with the addition of mummy powder, do you need it? I guarantee you are satisfied.

"I know, you may be strong, but men always chase stronger."

Adriss took a few deep breaths to calm her mind, but she inevitably said in a bad tone: "You should leave your potion for yourself, although I don't think someone like you can use it." , He also deliberately looked at Darkwell's belly and face.

Darkwell was not angry. He chuckled and said trivially: "It may not be used in other places, but this is Backlund. There are many street girls who haunt the concert hall and the theater, waiting. In the streets and alleys, some of them are professional and some are part-time. They were originally female workers and maids, with different flavors. It is said that in some places in the Western District, there will be occasional bankrupt aristocratic ladies, which is very desirable..."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Aitris provocatively, pretending to be a pity: "You haven't experienced it yet, have you? Tsk tusk, it turns out to be a chick, it's really a shame."

Adriss jumped on her head, resisting the urge to do something, and said, "I have no time to play tricks with you here. I have something to ask you,'Pharmacy'! What you prepared for Chief Faxin is What medicine?"

"Do you think I am a helpful person?" The fat pharmacist gave him a weird look and asked back.

"Of course not!" Aitris replied without any hesitation.

"That won't be over, why should I tell you? That's the privacy of my customers!" Darkwell spread his hands and said innocently.

"But you just took my money..." Aitris retorted.

"Don't you spend money on medicine? As soon as you come in, I can see that your blood is pouring, your desires are fluctuating, and your body is very empty... Young people must be restrained." Darkwell said, still showing ambiguity. Smile.

Aitris widened her eyes, as if she couldn't believe that there would be such a shameless person. He was indeed empty, but it wasn't because of doing that, but because he had been injured before.

Seeing that the two men sprayed hot each other, completely ignoring himself, Abner had to cough deliberately, which caught their attention. At the same time, I murmured in my heart: Aitris, the provocative level of the future "provider" is not even better than that of Pharmacist...Sure enough, Darkwell should definitely change the path.

Hearing the cough, Fat Pharmacist Darkwell immediately looked at the door, and then said in an exaggerated tone: "Look who is here? Backlund's'hero detective' actually came to my shop. If I shoot The next photo hangs at the door, will business be booming?"

Abner glanced at him when he heard the words, and calmly said, "It seems that you still want to be dumb for a few more weeks?" His relationship with the Mother Earth Church has been filed in all major forces in Backlund, and he is not afraid of being killed. Know that it's good to have a personal relationship with the "Desolate"

Hearing this, Darkwell swallowed what he was about to blurt out. He carefully stretched out his head and looked out. Then he asked with a sigh of relief: "Do you recognize the little brown-haired girl? She didn't follow. Huh? The poison that the little girl gave was terrifying. I don't know how much it took to finally heal myself the day before yesterday..."

To be honest, this was a bit beyond Judy's expectations. She thought that you would be able to formulate the antidote in at most three or four days... Is this too bad?

Abner thought so in his heart, but didn't answer Darkwell's question, just smiled at him meaningfully, and then turned to Aitris and said, "Long time no see."

"It's only a month, how long is it?" Aitris, who had wanted to talk a long time ago, replied awkwardly.

He felt that he went on an adventure at sea but still did nothing, but Abner returned to the metropolis and became famous in a short time, so he felt a little awkward, a little inferior, and a little unnatural.

I said, would people like you die if they didn't raise the bar? Abner sneered, and then said to this friend who has always been "awkward": "Sergeant Fassin was introduced to Dikewell. You don't have to worry too much. Well, if you want to know anything, you can ask. I,"

Abner can roughly guess why the other party came here, and the act of consulting him is essentially a "delegation", which can be regarded as a "play", how can I let it go?

After listening to Abner's words, Aitris sighed. He believed in the character of the "hero detective" and felt that the other party would not intentionally harm his parents... Although the pharmacist's mouth was very stinky.

Abner saw what he was thinking, smiled and shook his head, then pointed to the fat pharmacist on one side and said, "Although Darkwill speaks very awkwardly, he is still good. Those bottles of medicine recommended for you Although it has the effect of enhancing the ability in that respect, the main effect is still healing."

"Can you see that I am injured?" Aitris asked in surprise.

"What an obvious thing..." Darkwell curled his lips, then looked at Abner, and asked suspiciously, "You know the specific effects of my potion? I remember you seem to be a'detective'..."

Not to mention the ability to directly "analyze", even the related abilities of "Physician" and "Harvest Sacrifice" learned from Judy can roughly judge its usefulness.

Thinking about it, Abner didn't explain much, only smiled and replied: "I have a 'biologist' friend."

"So you should pay more attention to your woman, let her be okay and less poison..." Darkwell whispered a few words, then pushed the bottles of potions to Aitris, and said, "They are enough for you. Healed from his injury! This is equivalent to the money you just paid. If you don't believe it, you can ask our Backlund's “big hero”.”

Aitris took the potion subconsciously, and immediately recovered. Seeing Abner nodded slightly, he hesitated and put away the potion.

Although he was only here to ask his father why he would buy an Extraordinary medicine for his mother, since Abner knew it, it seemed good to spend money to make him heal faster?

Seeing that the young man who was "very imaginary" in his own eyes approved the deal, Darkwell turned his head to look at Abner and asked, "What are you doing here with me today?"

He could see that although the two in front of him knew each other, they only met by chance.

"I want some 'blue foxtail powder'." Abner reported to the other party the auxiliary materials needed by the "Polymajor".

"How much do you want?"

"8 grams is fine."

"Okay, wait a minute." Darkwell finished speaking and turned back into the back room.

"E Tsui..."

Seeing that the pharmacist seemed to need some preparation time, Abner was about to talk to Aitris, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the other party:

"Call me Kyle. Don't call me by my previous name until I have a certain level of strength."

Is this because you are afraid that something you are doing might hurt your parents and family members? Abner nodded thoughtfully, and asked casually: "Kyle? Is this the name of your former companion?"

"Unexpectedly, you still remember... I said before that Kyle entrusted those naive dreams to me before they died... Since I inherited the dream, naturally I will use their name to complete it." Some accidents, but still replied.

They had just chatted for a few words, Duckwell walked out holding a small bottle that was spiritually sealed off, put it in front of Abner, and said: "8 grams of'blue foxtail powder', including Bottle, 10 pounds."

According to Abner's knowledge, the market price of blue foxtail powder should be around 1 pound and 10 sul, which fluctuates slightly. The fat pharmacist's offer is fair, so he didn't make a price and happily took out a 10 pound. The denomination bill was handed over.

After getting the auxiliary materials he needed, Abner decided not to communicate with Darkwell, otherwise, even with Judy's deterrence, the other party would still sell those weird potions 80% of the time.

And Etreis obviously wanted to know what's going on at home as soon as possible, so Abner quickly said goodbye to the pharmacist, and then went to the coffee on the next street with Etreis...not ~www.mtlnovel.com~ it's "Kyle" In the hall.

After spending 2 Suler ordering the ice cream coffee featured in this store, Abner told "Kyle" about the previous experience of Police Officer Faxin.

Of course, the part involving the witch, the "Desolate" and the "Primitive Moon" was pinched off by him. He only said that the Doctor Leonardo that the Fassin and his wife sought was a "harvest sacrifice" who believed in the "Cthulhu"...

"The old man went to find Extraordinary Power for help for the child? Can't you wait?" "Kyle" was dumbfounded.

"It's a little weird... logically speaking, the sheriff would not be so blind..." Abner felt a little abrupt in retrospect, but people's ideas were different, and he didn't care too much. He just asked, "You Don't you know? I remember Sergeant Fassing seemed to send a message to Enmat Port?"

"I have been receiving Mr. Anderson's strange training for most of the month. I didn't have time to contact my relatives in Enmat Port. I just missed it." "Kyle" said this and couldn't help asking. "They...how are they doing now?"

"The last time I met was pretty good, and Darkwell's potion worked very well. The child in Mrs. Farsin's stomach has stabilized... But since I was organized by various newspapers as the "Saviour of Seviras" After that, the relationship with the police system is a bit more subtle... I may be their least welcome person now!"

Abner laughed at himself, but what he thought was: Just because of this "famous", the benefits of free access to information and free shooting ranges are gone.

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