PS: Synopsis:

Sbella, Crowley, and the Shapeshifter go to the Republic, and their return date is unknown. Benjamin and James went to Newton Comic-Con and came back a week later.

In the first volume, Pochi Quinn uses an unknown chronic poison on the old Quinns, and Mrs. Quinn is fortunate enough to be saved by Grande. In Volume 18, Jackson, who returns to Barton, says that Poch had been in contact with a 'dangerous Indoan wizard'. Thirteen years ago, Sibella confessed to an Indian from the gray professional circle, Boisen, to bury Ian.

Volume 8, Necromantic Dylan's girlfriend, Smith's employee - Michelle, a drug-addiction-, repeatedly can't quit. In Volume 15, 'Valmina' is purged by Patton's sales channels by the joint arrangement of Zack, Knott, and James, and creates a tainted witness that will allow Smith to completely defeat his rivals.

Michelle pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose and looked around. She uncomfortably found that her outfit did not bring her a bit of secrecy, and the plainly dressed pedestrians on Ogier Street looked with some disdain at this sneaky woman with a small Herman carapace, a hat, sunglasses, and more clothes than five dolls.

Michelle was a little irritable, ripped off her sunglasses, and brought them back uncomfortably, attracting more attention. With her head bowed and her face hidden, she quickly walked away from her car, stood still in front of a door on the side of the street, and knocked impatiently.

Ogier Street, where graffiti on buildings should be the hallmark, and young people with spray paint paint on any vertical surface don't care if it's someone else's window or a façade. At this time, Michelle knocked on the door...... Wait, let's step back and see, it's a keyhole on a huge iron door in the void.

Michelle frantically wiped the black paint from her knuckles as she approached the door she had knocked on and whispered. "Customer 13. ”

"You're early. The voice behind the door responded, "It's not your turn yet." ”

"What does it matter. Michelle stood irritably in front of the door, looking left and right at the street in the afternoon, disappointed to find that her attention had not diminished in the slightest, and the bored people on the street looked at this uncomfortable woman with great interest.

Michelle seemed impatient, her fingers trying to push the door. The voice unconsciously raised and trembled unnaturally, "Do you want to let me in!"

"Uh, forget it. "The door opened, and the interior space was displayed behind the open door, but it did not destroy the overall graffiti on the wall, because the door was as dark as the interior.

Michelle stepped into the darkness, and the uncomfortable attention on the street finally disappeared. But Michelle's mood did not improve in the slightest, after adjusting to the dimly lit interior. The environment here and the Indian man in front of her give her an uncomfortable feeling, which is no less than that of passers-by on the street!

Michelle nosed helplessly, "It stinks as much as the sewer!"

If you had to describe it, it was like a real room, like the perfume room in the basement of Maggie Crescent's home, filled with medicine bottles, reagents, and materials with strange shapes that could not be distinguished. It's not fragrant at all. Michelle said, it stinks as much as the sewer.

The collar with a Poirot tie in the collar The man bent the corners of his mouth. The dim light tugged at the indigenous deep silhouette of the Indians, and the man's face made people feel cold.

"If you don't like it here, you can go. With a wave of his hand, the man walked back to his workbench and began to stir up the food of unknown origin and stuff it into a wooden bowl. Mashing, with a dull crushing sound, "I'll be able to save some of the inventory that was booked." He raised an eyebrow and glanced at Michelle, "Maybe we can sell for a better price." He blinked. "You know, now 'Valmina' is out of print at Patton, oh no, in the Federation. ”

Yes, it's the 'Varmina' that should have disappeared!

"Boyson!" Michelle ripped off her sunglasses and glared at the man in front of the workbench, "You'd better be conscious! Don't play with me! I can report you to my boss lightly!"

Michelle's boss, Smith.

"Hehehe......" a strange chuckle came from the throat of an Indian man named Boysen, "Just kidding, you're my 'boss'." Boyson put down what he was holding, and slowly took out a small plastic bag stuffed with white pills from the drawer under the workbench, "Did you bring cash?"

Michelle's movements were fast, the sunglasses were inserted directly into the neckline, the leather bag in his hand was turned over, and the thick brown and yellow envelope was taken out of the bag and handed directly to Boysen.

Boyson took the envelope, but the hand holding the plastic bag did not hand over the 'goods', but retracted it at the moment when Michelle was about to touch it, "Wait a minute." He chuckled at the corners of his mouth, "Even though it's a regular customer, I still need to take inventory." ”

Michelle stared at the small bag of pills she didn't get, took a deep breath, and could only wait gloomily.

Boyson didn't seem to understand the customer's mood at all, and slowly opened the envelope, and took a breath into the envelope with a wicked taste, "This is the most fragrant thing." He took it out and began to look through the large Dole bills one by one.

Michelle's brow furrowed, ignoring the pouch in Boyson's hand.

"You know what. Boyson slowly checked the banknotes, not knowing whether it was a toy or something else, chuckling and glancing at Michelle, "As a regular customer, I have to warn you." ”

Michelle didn't want to hear it, but it didn't matter, Boyson continued, "You're going to have to control your dosage." He tilted his head and grinned, "Like I said." He checked the pouch with his finger on the banknote, "These are my stocks, gone, gone." ”

This should have attracted some attention from Michelle, her gaze was slightly off the small bag of pills, and her brows furrowed even deeper, "As I said before, don't play with me! Have you forgotten what I do! You can do as much as you want!"

Oh, and don't forget what Michelle does. A talented student majoring in biochemistry has entered the building materials industry, but we all know that in the Smith Group, Michelle has a position that gives full play to her profession, which is still quite core......

"Tut-tut. Boyson raised a finger and shook it at Michelle, looking around his workshop, "It's because I know that I remind you." You deserve a better studio, better equipment, right? Why don't you take one or two and analyze it. Boyson gestured to the pouch filled with white pills in his hand again and looked at Michelle with a smile.

Michelle's face was momentarily unnatural.

"Ahh ”

Michelle did do it, and it's simple: would a burger seller be willing to pay for someone else's burger? It's stupid. Michelle isn't stupid, and even so, she's still a regular customer.

"It doesn't matter. Boysen waved his hand lightly, "After all, we are peers, and I won't blame you at all." "Actually, I can honestly tell you that there is a very, very special material in 'Varmina,' which is not at all different from what you say, and it is not something that can be done as much as you want." ”

Boyson narrowed his eyes, and in the dimness, he couldn't see if he was thinking anything, and his voice was low, "Unfortunately, I don't have this special material in stock. ”

Then he murmured as if to himself, "If I had known, thirteen years ago, I would have taken a little more." Now, it's not easy to get it. ”

I hope you know what this whisper is about!

But, Michelle, she didn't care what the uncomfortable Indian muttered, she only cared about Boyson finally checking all the bills, took the pouch that was about to be seen through, stuffed it into the bag, and warned, "I don't care! You should know that the next time I come, you'll still have 'stock'!"

"Hehehe...... "Boyson put away the envelope and returned to the materials on the test bench, "I'll see when the time comes." ”

Michelle ignored it, opened the door, and stepped out of the pitch-black 'keyhole'. She lowered her head and put on her sunglasses again, expecting to be greeted by the uncomfortable attention of the street.

But she was wrong, and the roar that erupted in an instant and the unusually bright red light in the afternoon succeeded in drawing everyone's attention to the south. Including Michelle herself.

"What's going on?" asked someone on the street as they began to look south, into the air.

"Hey, where is the Herman factory?" someone replied into the air.

Michelle was stunned for a moment and shook his head, this is an opportunity, hurry up. After getting into the car, after a while, he drove away from Ogier. (To be continued......)