Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 80 Taking the "Listener" Potion

A man who had lost all hope in life jumped from the second floor, his head hitting the hard ground, and he died instantly.

Aside from providing Luze with fresh potion ingredients, his death's greatest effect was providing the bar's drunks with fodder for gossip. As for the woman he had been longing for, she quickly forgot about him and turned to other men.

After purchasing the materials and collecting the resentment using the small black bottle given to him by Ms. M, Lu Ze returned to Blackthorn Security Company.

He pushed open the door and saw Leonard and Klein sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a large bag of documents spread out on the table, and they were looking at a few of them.

"She just came back from a small town and immediately went back to work. She's really dedicated."

Lu Zedao.

Upon hearing this, Klein subconsciously touched his pocket—in which was hidden the "Sun Charm" he had just made in the town.

Lu Ze didn't notice the other person's subtle expression. Instead, he walked to the table and picked up a document to examine it.

This is a death report from the police station—a man on the street died suddenly while working. According to his family, he had a history of similar illnesses.

"Isn't this just a normal death?"

He asked, puzzled.

“They were indeed normal deaths, but there are too many problems,” Leonard replied, pointing to a large pile of documents next to him. “The number of deaths has suddenly increased recently, far exceeding the same period last year, and the police department contacted us to investigate.”

Lu Ze flipped through the files, which were indeed full of various types of death reports, including Viscount Dorset's case.

"Speaking of which, I ran into the same thing today."

Lu Ze seemed to be deep in thought, and then recounted what he had seen and heard at the bar earlier.

"Then I'll record this as well."

Leonard said.

In the following period, they spent time reviewing and analyzing these numerous death cases, but they did not make any significant discoveries.

"Let's go check it out at the scene tomorrow," Leonard said, rubbing his eyes as he neared the end of the workday. "We might find other clues there."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Lu Ze said. He needed to go home on time to prepare for his promotion.

“Lu Ze, don’t forget that you’re on duty at Chanis Gate tomorrow night.”

Leonard called out to him from behind.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Upon opening the door to his home at 6 Narcissus Street, he found Ms. M waiting for him on the sofa. Cecilia was preparing her homework at the table, looking distracted. She stood up when Luze entered.

"You've been very cooperative; all the necessary materials are ready," Ms. M said with a smile. Through her eyes, which were fixed on Lu Ze, she had witnessed everything that had happened to him that day.

Lu Ze didn't answer her. He held his sister's shoulders, pressed her back into her seat, and then took out the supplementary materials and placed them on the table.

“There’s no need to be so wary of me,” Ms. M said. “As long as you cooperate, I’m very willing to help you. Like today’s large number of deaths, your investigation has gone astray.”

"Did you do it?"

Lu Ze suddenly looked up and asked.

Did she deliberately kill so many people to provide ingredients for her potions?
"Of course not me."

Ms. M smiled and said, "I came to your house as soon as I arrived in Tingen. Besides, if I had done it, I wouldn't have done it so stupidly."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ze stopped questioning him. It seemed that Ms. M had no reason to lie to him about this matter. "Alright, now that everything is ready, let's begin." Ms. M got up from the sofa and said to Lu Ze, "Clean the iron pot and bring it over."

It finally happened.

Lu Ze took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He turned and went into the kitchen. Following Ms. M's instructions, he washed the iron pot thoroughly. With the ingredients in hand, he followed Ms. M to the bedroom on the second floor.

Cecilia stayed in the living room on the first floor, watching him with concern. He smiled at his sister and closed the door.

Taking the potion was inevitable, but Lu Ze still harbored a sliver of hope—because he had an external cheat code inside him.

That illusory ocean tide had repeatedly shielded Lu Ze from the mental corruption of various evil gods. If it weren't for it, Lu Ze would have long since collapsed and lost control.

Initially, Lu Ze had considered forcibly taking the potion and relying on his cheat-like abilities to resist the true creator's ramblings. However, he couldn't test this beforehand; if the cheat-like abilities failed halfway through, he would be finished. Therefore, he decided to prioritize a safer method.

But now, he had no choice. Lu Ze could only hope that the tide was effective enough to block out all the ramblings of the true creator.

"let's start."

After entering the room, Ms. M turned to Lu Ze and said, "Be careful, after all, you're the one who's going to drink the potion."

Lu Ze placed the iron pot and arranged the ingredients, calmed himself down, and began making the potion.

Following Ms. M's instructions, he poured 70 ml of distilled water into the pot, then sprinkled in 8 grams of wolfskin powder and added 2 drops of viper venom.

When the herbal powder was poured into the water, it formed a paste and did not dissolve. However, after the poison was added, the colorless liquid quickly dissolved the powder, turning the liquid in the pot a dark green color.

Lu Ze carefully picked up the main ingredient of the potion. As soon as he touched it, he heard a rustling sound, which made him feel irritated and unable to concentrate.

"Boom."

The black ears were thrown into the water and immediately began to dissolve, turning into a black liquid.

"Gurgling."

The water began to boil incessantly, the bubbling bubbles bursting one after another, like countless mouths shouting, appearing eerie and terrifying.

That's really weird.
Lu Ze cursed under his breath, picked up the last ingredient on the table—the resentment of the dead contained in the small black bottle—and poured it over the potion.

Upon opening the bottle, a wisp of translucent gas drifted out, carrying with it extreme emotions of resentment and unwillingness.

The gas, which was initially rising, suddenly seemed drawn by the potion, turning downwards and being forced to burrow into it. The open mouths, saturated with resentment, contentedly sank down, and the potion began to calm, eventually turning a lifeless, iron-gray.

"Congratulations, you should have succeeded."

Ms. M smiled.

Lu Ze glanced at her, then scooped up the liquid with a spoon and poured it into a cup. The liquids remained connected, leaving no residue in the pot.

He picked up the cup and looked at what was inside. A sense of hesitation and fear welled up inside him.

"Lu Ze, what are you waiting for?"

Ms. M asked with a smile, her slender, beautiful fingers seemingly moving unconsciously. If she wanted, a snap of her fingers would send Cecilia downstairs exploding to her death.

Go to hell!

Lu Ze gritted his teeth, tilted his head back, and drank the potion.

The cold, stinging liquid rushed down his throat into his stomach, quickly spreading throughout his body. Soon, he felt cold all over.

The chill made his consciousness increasingly clear, allowing him to perceive every sensation in his body with exquisite detail—sight, smell, and hearing.
Yes, his ears suddenly became incredibly sensitive, even more so than all his other senses.

(End of this chapter)