"Okay. ”

Roddy pursed his lips, anyway, he was no stranger to chemical experiments, because when he was on earth, professional problems could be said to be handy for the use of all kinds of experimental utensils.

The following content describes some training methods that are familiar with the run-in to make potions, but in a much more scientific form, such as electrolyzed water.

This also shows that chemistry still exists in this world, but it has become the basis of the occult.

....

Wednesday, January 24, 1300.

The lobby of the newspaper office was still busy early, and now almost the entire staff of the newspaper office is paying attention to the progress of the serial murder case, and they are ordinary citizens regardless of the status of newspaper employees.

As things stand, Vielse's report was a success, but what made Roddy concerned was the addition of a new deceased yesterday, a history student at the University of History and Grammar.

So far, the killer still has no clear goal.

"Thanks to Vielse, otherwise our newspaper would have suffered..."

The two staff members said as they passed by Roddy.

"Wait!" Roddy subconsciously shouted, and greeted politely:

"Excuse me, what were you talking about?"

Both newspaper employees knew Roddy, Mr. Isad's new assistant.

"Don't you know that a group of thugs on East Street spontaneously organized a violent organization called the 'Anti-People Association', which happened to use the public outrage caused by the serial killings case to put pressure on the police station to march, which is said to have caused a lot of conflicts. ”

Roddy remembers that East Street was one of the more famous areas from the lower city to the outer city, the slums, where the people lived in democracy were made up of three parts: one was able to make some temporary livelihood by their bodies, the second was through theft and touching porcelain, and the third was begging for people to die.

"Thank you. ”

After politely thanking him, Roddy hurried to Mr. Isad's office.

"You're here. ”

"It just so happens that my men told me that Mr. and Mrs. Smith have returned, so let's get ready and go now. ”

Isad packed his suitcase and prepared breakfast for Barty.

"Uh, now?"

"You haven't had breakfast yet?" asked Isad, curious.

Roddy hurriedly shook his head.

"Let's go, then. ”

In fact, Roddy had planned to ask Issad about the 'Anti-Democracy Association', because East Street was close enough to his house, but he could ask on the road anyway, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help pack the necessary documents.

"Huh?" Issad looked at Roddy curiously after finishing his things, looking up and down.

"I said how you don't feel the same today, hey, I have to say this suit really suits you and makes you more handsome, if it's not this style. ”

Roddy scratched his head embarrassedly at first, and then slightly puzzled.

"Hehe, although a suit with the nature of a dress like this is attractive enough in terms of style, the concept of being a suit and a dress means that the average gentleman does not have enough money, so normally no one will buy such a suit. ”

"Prefer to distinguish between them, even if it will result in eating rye bread for a whole month. ”

I'm eating rye bread now, Roddy complained to himself, but he didn't expect the people here to take the outside so seriously.

"But it cost me four gold pounds..."

Issad kindly patted Roddy on the shoulder.

"It's actually worth a couple of pounds, but not many people are willing to buy it, and you see, you wear it to make it look more tasteful, don't you. ”

Luo Di felt that his face was slightly hot, it turned out that he could praise people like this, should he be said to be a righteous gentleman.

.....

When they came to the house of Mr. and Mrs. Smith at 8-12 Black Willow Street, they happened to bump into a middle-aged couple getting out of the carriage, the gentleman pushing the suitcase, while his wife carried a small basket and wore beautiful white gloves.

Seeing this, Issad immediately stepped forward, bent down slightly, and gentlemanly took off his felt hat.

"Hello, is it Mr. and Mrs. Smith?"

When the middle-aged couple came looking for prestige, the gentleman seemed a little wary, and did not answer immediately, but looked at Issad scrutinically, and then made sure that he did not know the person who had taken the liberty of greeting him.

"Ah, I'm sorry, you see I forgot to introduce myself. ”

Isad smiled and handed over a business card, pointed at Roddy, and said:

"The Kotar Daily, the ace editor Mr. Isad is me, he is my assistant, Roddy. ”

The gentleman took the business card and glanced at Issad and then at Roddy, who was decently aware that his eyes were not friendly.

"Excuse me, Mr. Editor, you see, my wife and I have just finished a long journey, and I think you can understand how much we need a good rest. ”

"Of course!"

Isad continued with no enthusiasm:

"Believe me, I am indeed the ace editor of the Kotar Daily, and I have already visited once before, only to be told by your neighbor that you have returned to your hometown. ”

Mr. Smith's expression sank suddenly, and Isad was keenly aware of it and explained:

"Sir, your neighbor doesn't know my identity, and I lied enough that you don't have to worry about having a neighbor ask you why someone from the daily newspaper came to you. ”

"Can I help you move things in?"

Smith hesitated for a moment and then nodded silently, and Isad took the suitcase and Smith's wife's basket and handed them to Roddy.

Most of the furniture in the room is covered with a white cloth to avoid the dust that can be generated when you go out and go out without cleaning

Smith lifted the white cloth from the couch and motioned for Isad and Roddy to take their seats.

"Because of the long distance, I neglected to clean.... Angel, don't tidy up, can you help us make three cups of coffee?"

Smith's wife, Angel, stopped her hand and nodded slightly, and turned away in a wooden manner.

Roddy had sensed something strange about Mr. Smith's wife from the beginning, and had been staring at her husband when Mr. Isad had taken the basket from her, and had not reacted to Issad's approach.

Sensing Roddy's gaze, Smith raised his head slightly, leaned back in his chair, and glanced at Roddy with half-closed eyes.

"The death of our child hit my wife hard. ”

"I guess that's what you're here for. ”

Isad was about to answer, but Smith continued in a flat tone:

"I don't have a good impression of the newspaper editor, well, do you know what I mean?"

Isad was silent for a moment, Roddy was too embarrassed to say anything, and Smith always had a serious face, with sunken eye sockets and a hooked nose, and he didn't look easy to get along with.

After a short silence, Mr. Smith's wife came with a plate, and Smith immediately got up and took it, and put the three cups of coffee on the plate in the corresponding positions one by one, and then kissed his wife's forehead, and said in a soft voice:

"Angel, will you go back to your room and wait for me?"

It wasn't until Angel left that Smith took a sip of his coffee, exhaled in enjoyment and looked at Issad with a smile.

"The purest Blue Mountain coffee, my wife is the best at this. ”

Issad nodded, politely taking a sip of his coffee.

"Great workmanship, you have a virtuous wife. ”

Smith got up suddenly, leaned forward slightly with his hands on the edge of the table, and said through gritted teeth:

"My son is dead, my wife can't even say a normal word now, and you dare to disturb my life!"

Isad was not angry, but calmly intended to sit down with Mr. Smith and have a good talk, but Mr. Smith was more hostile than he seemed.

He immediately interrupted Isad's words.

"Well, good excuse. ”

Issad slowly put down his coffee, stood up and looked directly at Smith, and apologized earnestly and sincerely.

"Who else in the world would push a parent who has lost a child into the abyss?"

"Without any investigation, it was determined that my child was suicidal. ”

"Reporting fabricated rumors without even asking the truth. ”

"You can report in good conscience that 'perhaps the poor child's parents were too strict, unloving, and never cared for the child, which led to the tragedy'. ”

"But have you ever wondered how I, my wife, and I should face the fact that our child is dead!!"

Smith's near-cathartic mood reminded Roddy of Veress's approach to reporting on serial killings, and if public opinion remained mainstream, families like Smith would only grow.

"Mr. Smith, are you just letting us in just to vent our emotions? ”

Isad calmly instructed Roddy to take out the old newspaper he had prepared and hand it to Smith.

"There was a newspaper editor named Char who helped you, and how different he was, running around for you, for the sake of the dead Attana, in search of the truth. ”

"Do you remember?"

"Char...", Smith muttered the name, remembering the lad, a righteous and unusual novice editor.

"Yes... I remember.. He was the only one who was willing to help us, but he didn't win the right to report in the end. ”

Isad breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a gloomy and mournful expression:

"He's dead now. ”