Eight p.m., Harvest Chapel.

Crane, who had returned to his normal attire, quietly looked around by pressing the edge of his top hat before entering the hall and walking to Emlyn White in front of the three rows of candles on the right.

At the vampire's feet was a black suitcase that appeared to be covered with a "spiritual wall".

Sensing Sherlock Moriarty entering, Emlyn was first overjoyed, and then showed a wary look.

He stooped down to grab his suitcase and took a few steps back diagonally, closer to Father Utravsky, who was praying intently.

This is because I am afraid that I will rob the extraordinary material...... Klein stopped three meters away and said with a smile:

"Let me verify that they are the two materials I need. ”

Emlyn White reached out to comb her hair, lifted the suitcase to her chest, and unbuttoned it with a snap.

The "spiritual wall" shattered and turned into a breeze through the prayer hall.

Crane, who had already turned on his spiritual vision, immediately saw bursts of strange and brilliant light, which was the spiritual brilliance of many extraordinary characteristics.

There are two small boxes in the suitcase, one is made of white tin, which is patterned and simple, and the other is a pure cardboard box.

Emlyn held the black suitcase in one hand and opened the silver-white but slightly dull tin box, the contents of which looked like walnuts peeled off the shell, yellowish-brown, with protrusions and depressions like brain lines.

As the flame flickered, it constantly changed its shape, sometimes gray and white, wrinkled, sometimes dark brown, extremely smooth, sometimes mixed with two colors, outlining a "face" without facial features.

As soon as he saw it, Crane felt that he had completely digested and integrated the potion power into himself, and there was a slight change, like a magnet encountering a different pole.

He controlled his body with the ability of the "clown", suppressed this feeling of mutual attraction, and already knew in his heart that it was the real mutated pituitary gland of the brain of the Thousand Faces Hunter.

It seems that it is possible that Russell the Great's guess in his diary is that high-order objects of the same route will intermittently and unconsciously attract low- and medium-order extraordinaries to its vicinity, and have a tendency to converge with each other...... Although the Thousand-Faced Hunter's brain mutated pituitary gland is still far away from the high sequence and will not have that wonderful attraction, the extraordinary properties of its own enrichment are enough, and I have digested the potion of Sequence 7, and the two show similar signs when they are close enough......

I didn't realize it before, first, the corresponding extraordinary material grade is low, and second, my own strength is poor, and the sequence is not enough...... By the way, every time I digest the potion, there seems to be an illusory starry sky around me, and there are many lights in it, and they pull each other to try to get closer...... This may be the picture of the law of "aggregation" of extraordinary properties within the same pathway, and the greater the "mass", the stronger the gravitational pull......

So, will the extraordinary nature of similar roads conform to this law?

Crane's expression remained unchanged as he recalled the records in Russell's diary, and combined with his own experience of digesting potions three times, he roughly determined the existence of a certain law.

Emlyn White glanced at him warily, quickly closed the tin box, and opened the next one.

The inside of the carton is lined with dense cotton, and in the center lies a glass bottle that can hold 200 milliliters of liquid, half of which is empty, and the rest of the area is flowing with viscous water that changes its color with the change of light.

"Still have questions?" Emlyn closed the cardboard box.

"I'll make sure. Crane pulled out a gold coin and made it spin and jump between his fingers, as if it had a life of its own.

Zheng!

The coin bounced up, fell again, and spread out in Crane's palm.

This time, the figure is facing upwards, indicating affirmation.

Crane nodded slightly, and pulled out stacks of banknotes from the different pockets of his clothes, some in denominations of 10 pounds, some 5 pounds, and some 1 pounds.

"1450 pounds. Klein piled up the cash and placed it on the table and chair next to him.

"Take a few steps back, no, five!" Emlyn shouted cautiously.

Crane smiled and raised his hands and took five steps back.

Emlyn cautiously leaned over and checked the pile of cash for blank papers.

After a few points, he threw the suitcase in his hand at the trade partner.

Crane was startled, and he was quick and accurate in his judgment to catch the suitcase.

He was afraid that the glass vial would shatter and let the blood of the hunter of a thousand faces seep out.

Emlyn White took the opportunity to gather up the money and quickly retreat to Father Utrawski.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and seriously check the amount and authenticity.

Seeing this scene, Klein couldn't help but recall the picture just now, and suddenly felt a little ashamed:

He and Emlyn made the good Mother Earth Church look like the scene of an arms or drug deal......

After confirming the condition of the two materials, Crane snapped his fingers, allowing the specially separated match in his coat pocket to ignite, and allowing the rising red flame to wrap itself.

By the time the flames had receded, he was gone.

- Because he often met Emlyn White at the Harvest Church, he didn't mind being known by Father Utrawski that he was the extraordinary one who helped him clear his dark personality, and even thought that he could even make some friendships.

Emlyn, who was counting the bills, looked up and saw this scene and was stunned for two seconds.

He pursed his mouth and whispered to himself:

"My suitcase......

"My Tin Box ......"

............

On the gas-lit streets, a horse-drawn carriage crushes through puddles of water toward the edge of Queens.

Foirth had told his friend Hugh Dilcha that he had a teacher and had retaken an "apprentice" potion.

After confirming that she had no signs of losing control, Hugh looked at the gas street lamp outside the window, which was much higher than herself, and wondered:

"I've always wondered why it's kept in the form of materials and not potions? Your teacher could have pre-mixed potions and brought them over, so you don't have to be busy on the spot. ”

Furth smiled lightly:

"I asked him about this problem, and he said that there are two main reasons, one is that different extraordinary materials have different uses, and there is no way to use them flexibly when they are blended into potions, and the other is that extraordinary properties can be stored forever when they are cured, but they cannot be turned into potions, unless there is a special isolation technique. ”

"Why?" Hugh asked in surprise, "This is not an ordinary potion or an extraordinary weapon, and the spirit will continue to disperse and decay. ”

Furth didn't have the mood to laugh, but he had to keep smiling:

"It's not a matter of loss of characteristics, but once an extraordinary material becomes a potion, not only humans can absorb it, but other creatures and even inanimate materials can also do it, but it will be relatively slow, for example, I use a glass bottle to store potions, and it seems that there is no problem, but maybe in a few days, that glass bottle can completely 'drink' the potion and turn it into a special magical item, and it may even open up a certain amount of wisdom, of course, my teacher said, this situation has great side effects, like the legacy of a runaway person."

"The Seven Great Churches and some of the hidden forces have mastered special isolation techniques, but they are quite troublesome and will not use medium and low-order potions. ”

"It's amazing!" Hugh said with heartfelt emotion.

She glanced outside again, lowered her voice, and said:

"Arriving soon. ”

She and Foirth had come to attend a gathering of extraordinary beings convened by Mr. A.

Furth smiled like a knife:

"I hope there is a stomach pouch for the soul eater. ”

Her teacher, Dorian Gray, taught her how to play the trick before leaving, and gave her a recipe for a potion from the "Master of Tricks", telling her to try to find extraordinary materials on her own, and if she didn't have enough of them until the "apprentice" potions had been digested, she would write to him for help.

This left Furth in a state of confusion:

"What exactly was I spending a lot of money on the recipe and how to play the 'Master of Tricks'?"

"By far, the Tarot will be the most useful to me, and the most irreplaceable thing is the precautions taught by Mr. 'Hanged Man' and Miss 'Justice', and Mr. 'Fool''s interference with divination, otherwise I would have been discovered by the teacher and would not have been able to become his student......"

"Hey, it's the price to pay for the full moon curse being negated......"

As his thoughts turned, Forth suddenly noticed that the house where Mr. A was meeting had collapsed, and in many places there were even blackened marks.

There was a fierce battle here...... Who is dealing with Mr. A? Forthth immediately hinted at Hugh and instructed the coachman outside:

"Not here, two streets ahead. ”

............

"The Aurora Society Stronghold Was Discovered, and the Terrorist Organization Suffered a Heavy Blow"

The next morning, Klein had just opened the newspaper and saw the news.

"I wish Mr. A to die in this encirclement and suppression. He solemnly drew a crimson moon on his chest.

He'd already tossed the Thousand-Faced Hunter's brain mutant pituitary and blood that he had traded last night onto the gray mist, so he wouldn't lose it.

Even if I die, they won't be lost...... Klein chewed a slice of bacon with great relief.

After last night's transaction, his cash fell back below £1,000, leaving only £735, which could buy the hair of the Deep Sea Naga, and he could no longer take into account the characteristics of the human skin ghost.

Crane, who had neither better clues nor money, rested at home all morning, waited for lunch, and then got dressed and went straight to the Beckland Bridge area.

He had agreed with Carlson of the "Mechanical Heart" that if he had any information, he would go to the "Lucky Bar" near the dockyard of West Bailang to find the other party, and if the news was particularly important and the other party was not there, he would go directly to the Lever Church, anyway, Sherlock Moriarty was not a member of a secret organization, so he did not need to act cautiously.

In the afternoon, there weren't many customers at the "Lucky Kid's Bar", and Klein caught a glimpse of Carlson sitting in the corner of the bar drinking alone.

He walked over, knocked on the table, and reported in a suppressed voice:

"A lot of people in the East End are spreading the original Creator faith. ”

Carlson drank the wine made from pure malt and replied noncommittally:

"I see. ”

Really...... Klein whispered, and then smiled:

"I have a clue about the tombs of the Quaternary nobility. ”

"Huh?"

Carlson paused to hold his glass, looked sideways at Klein in amazement, and subconsciously pushed his heavy glasses.

However, he noticed that Detective Sherlock Moriarty did not describe the follow-up, but looked at the bartender a few steps away, and smiled leisurely:

"A glass of Southwell beer. ”

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