Korcherov frowned when he found out that nothing had been found.

"It stands to reason that my information hasn't been released yet, so there's no reason for Mr. Frederick not to see me?"

Krcherov thought to himself.

He was concentrating again, and when he was about to search, he heard Frederick curse secretly,

"Idiot."

Looking in the direction of the sound, he found that Frederick was hiding the door of the bathroom, revealing only half of his body.

"Ah, here you are, sir." Kecherov whispered.

"Idiot, don't you know that there are a bunch of people behind you following you? What's the trouble you're in? ”

After Kcherov stepped into the bathroom, Frederick cursed through gritted teeth.

Kecherov said with a bitter face,

"It's hard to put into words, the chef of the Einstar house where I am lurking is a spy of the Enamel Kingdom who died a few days ago. The people in the Sheriff's Office thought I was a spy sent by Oros. Now that the identity of the second chef is no longer available, I need a new identity. ”

Frederick was silent for a while, and then said to Kcherov,

"Is the information out?"

Kecherov nodded and responded, "Tomorrow it will be notified to the organization through the daily newspaper Mooney." The top of the inner page of the second page. ”

Frederick pondered for a moment and replied,

"In this case, you should be careful yourself, and when the notice from your superiors comes, I will make follow-up arrangements for you."

"Okay, then I'll go."

Krcherov nodded, carefully checking the door to see if there was no one outside.

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"Team leader, why don't we go in?" Rhodes, who had no presence, asked.

"Do you think we're dressed appropriately?" Jobuterron said, pointing to the civilian clothes he was wearing.

Veronica covered her mouth and smiled, "If you wear this to go in, I'm afraid you won't be seen through at a glance." ”

"Wrap it up, I already have a rough idea of who Kcherov will go to." Jobuterrand said confidently, and instructed Luisa, "Luisa, you continue to stare at Kecherov." Let's go back and prepare, I'm going to look at some materials. Get back and have someone come to inform you. ”

Luisa frowned and complained,

"Ah, wouldn't I die of boredom alone. Let Rhodes stay with me. ”

Rhodes spread his hands, "This is the leader's order, and I can't help it." ”

"Well, you can spare him, and Rhodes will come in handy when you turn around."

Jobuterron said with a smile.

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Khcherov returned to the trial hall and pushed open the door to see Effie standing alone on the stage.

Despite the absence of rousing music and melodic accompaniment, Effie still enjoyed the feeling of standing on stage.

She folded her hands in front of her chest in a prayerful gesture and closed her eyes.

The sunlight projected from the skylight into the room happened to shine on her body, like a dazzling spotlight.

The innocent girl stood in the center of the stage, singing loudly.

"The night is deep, the night is deep, and the nightingale sings sadly alone.

In the silent night, bewitching blood-red flowers bloom on the thorns,

That's the sadness of passers-by.

The blindest light withered on the plains,

Helpless people and panicked wild horses fled.

All the mysteries are in the dark gray starry sky,

That sperm whale stranded on the shore,

The white stork in the tree sneered at the people on the warning sign.

The fires that burned down countless houses,

The night sky is super bright with countless meteors,

Meteorites bombarded the devastated ground,

The earth shakes, the mountains shook, and the dreams collapsed.

Singing in the wind,

It's a terrible roar,

It's a roar of despair,

It is the cry of sorrow.

O foolish man,

The Chosen One who holds the Silver Key,

It's not just Pandora's box that opens,

There is also the beginning of destruction and the end.

Don't cry, don't cry,

Enjoy the best years of your life,

Dance for the death of civilization. ”

The lyrics that come out of the girl's mouth are more like a strange poem.

It was when she was waiting for Kcherov that she had a strong desire to sing.

With the irritability in her heart, sad lyrics and strange but melodious melodies came out of Effie's mouth.

Kecherov looked at Effie on the stage, and suddenly felt that the girl in front of him was extremely strange when singing.

The temperament of the girl singing on the stage is more like a prophet, crying about the tragic situation in the future world.

Effie's eyes were so hollow that she fainted on stage after she stopped singing.

Khcherov rushed forward and picked up the girl who had fallen to the ground.

Her face looked incredibly pale, like a dying old man.

Holding the boneless girl in his arms, Kcherov shook her anxiously.

"Wake up. What happened to you? ”

Seeing that Effie didn't react, Kcherov picked Effie on his back and ran wildly.

Running out of the Munihei concert hall, Kecherov was conflicted, and for a moment he didn't know where to go.

With a little thought in mind, Kecherov ran in the direction of Mrs. Michelle's apothecary.

"Sorry, let me go!"

Kercherov bumped and bumped along the way, knocking over the vendor's fruit basket and nearly stepping on a laid-back stray cat.

Passers-by looked at the rampaging Kocherov in amazement.

Although Kcherov stumbled along the way, he still protected Effie's body from being injured in the bumble.

"Jingle Bell"

Krcherov pushed open the door of the pharmacy with one hand.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with my dear Effie?"

Mrs. Michelle put her glasses on the bridge of her nose and said with a look of anxiety.

Madame Michelle immediately put down the potion she was concocting, and although it would be a waste of ten gold marks, it was nothing for the sake of her little granddaughter.

Mrs. Michelle had expected that Effie's trial would be difficult under Tarot's divination, but what she didn't expect was that Effie would be affected by the experience so quickly.

Quecherov found a chair and placed Effie on it.

At this point, Effie was still in a coma, and her breath was getting weaker.

The appearance of the air is like a floating silk, and it makes people feel distressed to look at it.

Mrs. Michelle stepped forward and placed her index and middle fingers on Effie's wrists, feeling Effie's pulse.

Effie's heart rate slowed, but her brow furrowed.

Mrs. Michelle took a box of matches from her bosom, struck one, and opened Effie's eyelid with one hand.

Seeing that her pupils would still shrink in the light of the match, Mrs. Michelle breathed a sigh of relief.

He took a bottle of sobering potion from the counter and poured it into a cup.

The medicine in the cup is now transparent, and it feels like a glass of boiled water, colorless and odorless.

After adding about three grams of suspicious-looking gray-yellow powder to it, the color of the potion suddenly changed to a pale cyan color, with a strange earthy smell.

Quecherov watched Lady Michelle doing all this suspiciously, not quite understanding how to get the unconscious Effie to drink the potion.

Mrs. Michelle grabbed five fresh mint leaves from a drawer beside her, crushed them with a crucible, and took the remaining juice separately and mixed them into the cup of potion.

The pale cyan potion in the cup changed again after mixing with the addition of mint juice.

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