With the addition of mint juice, bubbles appeared in the pale cyan potion, as if it had suddenly boiled.

"Come, let's go." Mrs. Michelle motioned for Kcherov to move a little further away from Effie.

Still confused, Kercherov took a few steps back as instructed by Mrs. Michelle.

"Effie is unconscious, how do you make her drink this potion?"

Kecherov asked curiously.

"Who told you this is for drinking?"

Michelle looked up and added some powders of herbs to the potion that Kcherov couldn't understand.

"Not a potion to drink?"

Kecherov was suspicious, but he saw that Mrs. Michelle immediately stood by Effie's side with the potion after the reaction to the potion was completed.

Mrs. Michelle held the handle of the cup in her hand, held it high above Effie's head, and then reversed her wrist.

A whole cup of freshly prepared potion was poured on Effie's body with a "bang".

The potion in the cup was poured on Effie's body without leaking.

Effie, who was in a coma, was doused with a chill.

After doing all this, Mrs. Michelle put the cup in her hand in the sink to rinse.

His mouth shredded, "Twenty marks, twenty marks." Twenty marks are gone. ”

She didn't look back, just waited quietly for the potion to work.

Suddenly Mrs. Michelle shouted again,

"No, there is also the scrapped pot, which adds up to thirty marks. Ay. I have to remake two bottles to earn it back. ”

Ketcherov reacted strangely to Mrs. Michelle, as if she were very confident in her potions, but Kercherov did not know what to do at this time.

If you rush to move Effie, it may produce bad changes.

So Krcherov stood silently on the side.

Mrs. Michelle saw the new wounds on Kercherov's body, remembered the scene when Kercherov had rushed into the door with Effie on his back despite the pain, and said to Kercherov,

"The wooden cabinet to the right of the main entrance, counted from top to bottom, the sixth compartment."

Following Mrs. Michelle's instructions, Kcherov opened the drawer.

Inside turned out to be jars of fuchsia ointment.

"Why are you stunned, take a can yourself, and apply it to the bumpy place."

Mrs. Michelle rolled her eyes, and said again silently to herself,

"Two ointments of gold marks. Today, before the business opened, it lost thirty-two marks. Bad luck. ”

When Kecherov heard this, he couldn't help but look sideways, but he didn't expect Mrs. Michelle to have this side of being a money obsesser.

The ointment was removed, scraped with a fingertip, and applied to the wound.

There was a coolness coming from the wound, which seemed to make the wound less painful.

"This is purple cloud paste, and it's very easy to use. This box will be given to you. ”①

"Ah, thank you, Mrs. Michelle."

"Angelica, calendula and comfrey are soaked in bitter almond oil for a year before they become an ointment. Save a little, it's enough for you to use for a month. ”

With that, Mrs. Michelle covered her head and said loudly,

"Oh, today the sale is on sale, buy more than ten marks and get two bars of soap. Damn, I almost forgot. ”

Mrs. Michelle turned around and began to pack her bags, put some change in her bag, and said to Kecherov,

"The item information book and the price are on the book at the counter, and if a customer comes, you can follow the instructions in the book to get it. I'll go out and I'll be back right away. ”

Then he pushed the door open and went out, as if he didn't care about Effie, who was still unconscious.

Kecherov smiled helplessly, looking at Effie who was stained with dark green potions.

After a while, Effie snorted in pain, covered her head, and shouted,

"Oops, headache. It hurts me to death. ”

Seeing that Effie had woken up, Kercherov took a clean towel from the sink and gently wiped the sticky potion on Effie's face.

"Don't move, don't move. I'll wipe it clean for you, or you won't be able to open your eyes. ”

Kecherov whispered to Effie, who was squirming with a headache.

"Oops, okay. What does it smell like? It's bitter. ”

Effie grumbled with her eyes closed.

Kecherov rolled his eyes and patiently wiped Effie's face clean.

Looking at her pink and fair face, Kecherov felt the urge to pinch her with his hands, but Effie had already opened her eyes.

Looking at Kercherov with clear and innocent eyes, Effie asked,

"Huh? How did we get back to Grandma's pharmacy? What is all the slimy stuff on my body? ”

Khcherov was stunned when he heard this.

"You don't remember? I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, you were alone in the concert hall singing weird songs, and then you fainted. Don't you remember anything? ”

Kecherov asked.

Effie frowned, pondering what Ketcherov had said, but couldn't remember that she had ever done such a thing.

Effie shook her head helplessly and said,

"I don't remember. I just remember that Grato was delicious, hehe, sweet and creamy, I will eat it next time. ”

Seeing Effie careless and only cared about eating, Kercherov felt that her worries were useless, but at least she had turned back to the innocent girl she was, instead of the ethereal prophetic temperament of an isolated world.

Looking back, I feel that Effie at that time seemed to be occupied by some existence, but that existence was not necessarily evil.

Kercherov searched in his mind for beings who might do this kind of behavior of occupying mortal bodies, but he ruled them out.

"What the hell is hacking Effie?"

The thought was in Khcherov's mind, and curiosity drove him, and he wanted to know the truth.

Seeing Kcherov in a daze, Effie playfully stretched out her finger and poked it in Kcherov's face.

"What do you think?" Effie asked.

"Well, it's nothing, wait for your grandma to come back. When she returns, you can go home and get dressed. ”

Kecherov said, spreading his hands.

"Okay, I'm sticky and uncomfortable." Effie grumbled.

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Archives of the Public Security Bureau

Jobuterrand and Rhodes were rummaging through mountains of papers for information about the Secret Society.

"Oh my God, there's too much information about this secret ritual society, right?"

Rhodes said as he put a large pile of papers on the table with a large pile of papers in his hand.

"The more information there is, the bigger the problem that represents this secret ritual society." Jobbuterrand flipped through the documents in his hand, and there was a notebook next to him, and he held a pen in his hand to record key information in the notebook.

The notes are already filled with dense information, and every sentence is a condensed archive, and each piece of content is accurately categorized in various industries.

The more I explored, the more I felt the horror of the Secret Ritual Society, an organization active in society.

Chobuterron frowned, trying to analyze the membership structure of the Secret Order, but came to a daunting conclusion.

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