Lyndon doesn't like to drink.

Alcohol will make him unresponsive and slow to think.

In the face of a crisis that could arise at any time, he demanded that he must always be sober.

But the hesitant thought only lingered in Linden's mind for a moment.

He didn't hesitate to finish the inferior wine in one gulp.

Bang!

As the barrel cup smashed back into the bar, Lyndon noticed that the threatening killing intent that had been gathering on him had diminished.

That's right what he thought, there is some form of censorship on the black market.

Either drink alcohol and accept the rules of the black market;

Or be disposed of surreptitiously.

Lyndon didn't want to reveal his identity as a night watchman to avoid startling the snake.

therefore

He had to accept a toast that the crocodile was half threatening and half pleading.

If he wants to continue working together in the future,

Or if you get out of the black market alive.

Inferior alcohol should also be mixed with some kind of hallucinogenic agent.

The figure became a little distorted and illusory in his eyes.

Heckling and shouting, as if around him, everyone was cheering for themselves, but no one was opening their mouths to themselves.

Forcibly maintaining his composure, Lyndon gave himself a warning in his heart that if something went wrong, he would immediately leave the black market with Jiana.

"Sir, please come here, I'll take you to Simon's Alchemy."

"Okay."

He took a deep breath, took his briefcase, and followed the bar guy to the second floor.

"Room 208, just go in."

When he reached the door, the man immediately left to attend to his own business, and it was evident that he was very reluctant to touch Simon.

Linden pushed open the door as he was told.

The good smell of incense, mixed with the pungent smell of the potion, penetrated his nostrils at the same time.

A mad, hunchbacked eccentric, dressed in a ragged black robe, dances around an iron cauldron.

In the room, there are many strange materials piled up in a clutter.

"Hee-hee-hee-damn thief, filthy treachery, boiling you all to ashes!"

The hunchbacked monster let out a piercing smirk and shook his head to look at Lyndon.

That face can't be called human at all!

Lyndon actually saw the cyst appearance of the scarlet monster again, and he subconsciously hid his left hand in the trench coat and pressed it on the glow-in-the-dark knife.

Alice, Heidi!

He immediately remembered the two names, and the scarlet shattering of the strange man's face was very similar to the state of the two schoolgirls before they died.

However, judging from the strange man's hands and his barefoot feet, he looked like a normal old man again.

"Hee-hee-you are not that thief, she is not that trick, what are you going to buy from old Simon? Potions or materials, Simon's Alchemy has it all! ”

Simon bent back, belly up, crawled the ground to reach Linden's feet.

Lyndon subconsciously wanted to dodge, but saw Simon hugging his thigh, leaning upside down, and sniffing greedily.

"Let go, or you will bear the consequences."

The cold blade of the knife pressed against Simon's wrinkled, cracked neck.

The frightened face smiled slightly, fell to the ground with a thud, rolled around the small room twice, and then crawled back to the big boiler, picking at the edge of the pot and laughing weirdly.

"Hee-hee Old Simon has no money to make! ”

After meeting him, Lyndon began to understand why the crocodile would warn him that old Simon was not normal.

For crazy people, it is undoubtedly difficult to communicate normally and get clues.

Especially looking at Simon Sr.'s face, Lyndon couldn't even be sure if he could be counted as a human being.

"Jana, close the door."

Lyndon took Cana out of her briefcase and sat down on a round stool for herself.

The girl's spirit evoked a breeze and closed the door of 208.

"Are you familiar with the smell here?"

This is what he asked Jana.

"Familiar, here's the smell of Dad after he came back from the black market...... There's a lot of horror stuff out there. ”

"Little monster, don't talk nonsense, hee-hee! You and your dad don't know much about it, and you don't know how good old Simon is! ”

Old Simon roared angrily, grabbed a pestle and threw it at Jana.

Reaching out to catch the flying medicine pestle, Lyndon frowned and asked:

"You know Dr. Kennedy?"

"Hey, doctor? Do you want to hear who he is? ”

"Wait."

Lyndon turned his head and glanced at Jana,

"Are you mentally prepared to know something?"

It wasn't until Jana nodded that he motioned for Simon Sr. to continue.

"Hee hee hop, the night watchman raises a magic doll, even if he is familiar with it, it will not end well in the end."

"Don't worry about it, answer my question."

"Why should I say that?"

Surprisingly, old Simon lay down on the ground, stretched out his limbs in a large zigzag, and hit the ground wildly,

"They all thought I was a liar, but I didn't say it!"

"You tell me, I want to know, I'll help you catch the thief."

"You? Night watchman? Catch a thief? ”

The strange face was huddled together, and he snorted coldly disdainfully,

"I can't live long, still help me? Hee-hee –

Soon the thief will take his murder weapon and destroy you all! ”

"The murder weapon? It can't be these two, right? ”

In a group photo, in the faint fluorescence of Simon's Alchemy, Katarina's red hair is particularly dazzling.

Old Simon suddenly screamed:

"Quick! Get out of the way! These damned devils have blasphemed their loyalty to the Most High! ”

Lyndon put away the group photo again and smiled:

"Whether you believe it or not, the murder weapon you said has been broken by me.

The next step is to catch that faceless thief.

You are a great alchemy merchant, Mr. Simon, and I sincerely hope that you will cooperate with me. ”

"Y-What do you call me?"

"Great, alchemist, Mr. Simon."

Lyndon repeated word by word, solemnly, as if a trace of reason swept through old Simon's blank eyes.

"You're an outsider, aren't you?"

It's this question again, and everybody will emphasize it with Lyndon,

And he can only take the trouble to explain:

"I do. But so what? ”

"No wonder, I say, the local night watchman isn't so idle as to talk to an old madman like me."

"You're not crazy."

"It's not complete yet, but it's almost there, just look at my face."

Old Simon smiled self-deprecatingly,

"Take advantage of my rare consciousness, ask what you want to ask."

"You just mentioned Dr. Kennedy, Jana's father."

The topic came back to Jana, who was also looking at the old man expectantly.

"Doctor? Oh yes, I've been with that guy for so long, I've almost forgotten that he's a doctor. Oh, even the Night's Watch hasn't found out who he really is! ”

"His true identity?"

Lyndon knew that Simon Sr. was going to have big news.

"You can guess who made those monsters and who made me what I am now."

"My dad?"

Even if she is mentally prepared, Jia Na is still a little difficult to accept,

This answer was like a hammer, shattering her perception of her father.

Her fingers on Linden's shoulders subconsciously used some force.

Lyndon wasn't surprised by this, and it was normal for Jana to be unacceptable.

In the shadow of many evidences, this explanation is the most plausible.

"In what ways does he affect you?"

"I don't know, I provide the materials, they do the surgery, it's as simple as that. And then I was scammed!

They tricked me into going to the operating table and trying to stuff those horrible things inside me! ”

"They, is there a red-haired man?"

"Yes, it's that guy, the material formula and the surgical requirements, he is in command!"

"Him? What gender is a redhead? What is your name? ”

Lyndon keenly captures the emergence of a very special personal pronoun in Simon Sr.'s narrative.

The same usage he had seen in the Vigil Ordinance.

Can humans really be called "Him"?

"Him...... Oh shit, how I can't remember! ”

Old Simon fell into a frenzy again, and struck himself on the head.

He seemed to see something, his eyes stayed on the big boiler, and with a strange scream, he actually hit his head against the iron pot and hit it hard!

Fortunately, Linden reacted very quickly, he bounced off the round stool and kicked on the boiler!

The boiling hot medicine spilled on the ground, and Simon fell to the ground, screaming in gratitude.

An even more terrifying scene happened!

Old Simon's already ragged black robe began to dissolve on its own, allowing his body to begin to appear in front of Lyndon's eyes.

The wrinkled skin was actually shattered and bulged out in small packets.

Lyndon is all too familiar, and this is the third time I've seen something like this.

He took a step forward and grabbed old Simon's few hairs, holding the old man who was about to turn into a monster firmly!

"Jana, come and help me fix him!"

Linden clenched his lower lip and squeezed out the call from between his teeth,

"Let's try it and take him to the dark dream!"