Mystery: Start with the Reader

In the folk herbal shop in the alley opposite the Red Theater, as soon as Abner and Elaine entered, they saw an aboriginal girl sitting in the yard holding an open thick leather book, standing on her shoulders. with a chubby owl.

That girl was Buddy who was tricked by Abner to receive treatment at Dakwell before, that is, the girl who was buried by Klein in the original book, and the epitaph read "She is a person".

At this moment, although Buddy's figure is still thin, the abscess on his face and body has disappeared, leaving only a faint scar that has not been removed.

Abner glanced a little with his spirit vision, and found that the girl's body had generally returned to health, and there was nothing wrong with it except malnutrition.

"Darkwell looks unreliable, but he is qualified as a 'pharmacist'." Abner secretly admired, then withdrew his gaze, and walked directly to the store.

But Elaine behind her looked at the owl a few more times, because she had already seen clearly that the girl was holding the entire "Apocalypse of the Night". Girls can read this book...

So, either she's just putting on a show, or she's just a bookshelf and automatic page-turner, and it's the owl who's really reading.

Just as Elaine was guessing in her mind, Abner had already knocked heavily on the counter with her fingers, waking up Darkwill who was still sound asleep.

Since it was just two o'clock in the afternoon and the sky was still early, there was almost no business in Darkwill's store.

The men who came to buy the potion made from "mummy powder" almost always came at dusk, or even later.

"Detective, it's you... I was taken aback." Darkwill sat up straight first, and stretched himself after seeing who was coming.

"You seem to be very tired." Abner looked at his aura, and found that there was nothing wrong with his health, but his color was slightly dull, but this was a normal manifestation of exhaustion.

The fat pharmacist showed a wretched smile, and said, "I met a good guy at the Red Theater yesterday...so, you understand."

As he said that, he also shrugged his waist that could almost see the position.

lie! Although Abner is not an "audience", but he can simulate "mind reading", how can he not see that Darkwell is deliberately using obscene movements to divert his attention, but he didn't go into it too deeply, skipping this topic, and referring to his Put the forged whip on the counter and said, "This is the magical item you want."

Seeing the brown-black leather whip about one and a half meters long, "Fat Pharmacist" Darkwill's eyes lit up, he played with it in his hand first, and then asked, "What ability does it have?"

At the same time, the owl reading a book in the yard also froze.

"I call it the 'Whip of Pleasure.

"You tried it just now, it is very light and almost weightless, but it can add a random 'curse' to people, which can effectively weaken the physical strength and mobility of the whipped person.

"In addition, it is very tough and has good armor-piercing ability. It can break through ordinary iron armor with one blow. You must know that flintlock guns are only as powerful as this."

"Then why don't I just use a gun?" Although Darkwell said so, he was actually quite satisfied with this weapon. It's worth one or two hundred pounds, and it's already a lot of money to exchange for such a weapon.

"However, why is it called the 'Whip of Pleasure'? Where is the joy here? Does whipping bring refreshment?" Darkwill looked over the open door and looked at the owl in the courtyard. .

The latter turned back immediately, as if seriously reading the book in Buddy's hands.

It's just that the trembling paw still exposed its guilty conscience.

"Mr. Harry...Mr. Darkwill is a good man, he won't hit you..." Feeling the owl's trembling, Buddy comforted in a low voice.

The owl glanced at her, and thought: You don’t understand, little girl, it’s not been a day or two since that guy wanted to hit me... No,

I also had to learn some means of self-preservation.

On the other side, after hearing Darkwill's question, Abner hesitated, but explained: "Because after it draws the enemy, there is a 10% probability that it will give the opponent the ultimate 'pleasure' feeling... this... ...This should also be a kind of curse."

As for the probability, it was directly "analyzed" by the "Pure White Eye", and Abner really didn't try it himself.

"Extreme... joy?" Darkwill was stunned for a moment, his expression gradually became ambiguous, and he winked, "Is it the kind of joy I understand?"

"Almost... this weapon is made from the skin of the 'Sexy Banshee' I bought from the Extraordinary Party, so 'joy' should be what you understand...but the taste will definitely not be pleasant , don’t get yourself addicted to smoking…” Abner gave him a worried look on purpose and said.

Hearing this, the fat on Darkwill's face trembled, as if he had been poked in his heart, he changed the subject abruptly: "Since it is made of ordinary materials from extraordinary creatures... how long is it valid for?"

"One year..." Abner raised a finger and shook it, and continued, "In addition, it has no obvious negative effects, only one weakness... fear of fire!

"Once it is burned, it will not display any extraordinary abilities for at least a week."

Darkwill nodded, put away the whip, then signaled Abner to follow him, and pushed open the door leading to the inner room.

Abner asked Elaine to stay outside to take care of Buddy and the owl, then followed in Darkwill's footsteps, and came to a roof that had been treated by special means, allowing the cultivation of sunlight and temperature at will. room.

"Fat Pharmacist" came to a shelf in two or three steps, pointed to one of the petri dishes that had just germinated, and said, "This is the 'Dragon Blood Five Color Flower' you want, but it will take at least two weeks to bloom."

Regarding this point, Abner knew a long time ago, after all, Darkwill had already told him when the deal was agreed last time, so after a little thought, he figured out the intention of the other party bringing him here, and said: " If you have anything to say, just say it, I won't reveal it...we can be considered friends."

"Yes, they are friends." Seeing that his little thoughts had been punctured, Darkwill explained, "I mainly don't want Buddy to get too involved in my private affairs..."

Then, he said seriously: "Actually, I have something I want to hear the analysis of your great detective."

"What's the matter?" Abner had some vague guesses, but he still asked calmly.

"If... I mean, if someone asks you out, but it's too late... But you're sure that the other party will definitely come... Then, where should I go, and how can I find him?" Darkwill pondered asked.

Just ask where your teacher is... You were so tired before, probably you went out in the middle of the night to find a way, right? Abner slandered, on the surface, ignoring all the suspicious things in the other party's words, and analyzed for him:

"In this case, either use occult methods for divination; or use the official to help you find it."

"Divination is useless..." Darkwill shook his head first, then asked after thinking for a moment, "Then how can I use the official to help me find it?"

"It's very simple, just pretend to be him and commit crimes." Abner gave advice sincerely.

Darkwill stared at Abner dumbfounded, and thought to himself: How can I, a pharmacist, have that ability?

"Is there any other way?" Darkwill asked dejectedly.

"Of course, you can also pay an adventurer to help you find..." For example, a certain crazy adventurer in the future.

In fact, Abner knew where Darkwell's teacher was, but this matter involved "uniqueness", he didn't really want to take over, and he didn't have the ability of Mister Fool to intimidate uniqueness, so he intervened rashly. It's possible to roll over with Darkwell.

"That's the only way..." Darkwill sighed, and then returned to the room in front of the counter with Abner.

As soon as they came back, they saw a boy with blue hair coming in from the outside hesitantly.

He was Tran on Miss Gwynn's ship...

And Tran didn't see Abner, the first thing he looked at was Elaine standing at the door.

Facing this unsmiling and beautiful lady, just as he was about to ask, a joking voice came from his ear:

"Young man, there are some things to be restrained! How can you make your body so weak at this young age?"

Hearing this, Tran's face turned red all of a sudden.