I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

Chapter 119 A Genius Plan: Hiding the Potion in the Rectum (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

David was tinkering in the underground workshop when he heard Evan's footsteps. He wiped his hands and ran out from the stairwell.

Ivan handed over the two rusty bronze pieces wrapped in old clothes: "Here you go!"

David took it, lifted the shirt, and stared wide-eyed, his voice filled with a strange expression.

"Master, what is this?! Hahaha! What is this thing?"

Under the dim light of a kerosene lamp, the first piece of rust was shaped like a complete pectoral muscle.

Even the tiny bumps on the nipple are clearly visible, and the texture of the muscle fibers and the pores of the skin are so lifelike.

The second piece was even stranger, half a buttock.

Those well-defined muscles are comparable to those in Renaissance sculptures.

"Pectoral muscles? And nipples too? Holy crap, this is way too realistic!"

David turned the buttock-shaped piece of rust over and looked at the back.

"Which freak sculptor used rusted bronze to carve this? And it's so realistic!"

Ivan sighed without changing his expression.

"Yeah, I don't know who's such a pervert."

"I found these two things. They've been at home for a long time, and they're covered in my dead skin and hair."

David chuckled twice and didn't press further: "Alright! Since the material itself lacks a spiritual foundation, we can only rely on nurturing it slowly."

"Leave the rest to me, you can go and get busy."

After Evan left, David stood alone for a long time, examining the two rusty bronze pieces.

He sighed as he chewed on the nut in his mouth.

"Tsk! Why is it a man?"

"The realism is so high, if it were a woman, she could really appreciate it."

He shook his head, turned and walked down the stairs of the underground workshop to begin the restoration work.

After leaving David's place, Evan went straight to McCrae's detective agency, saying that he would go there soon to complete the process of recruiting Hill.

McCree was delighted after hearing this: "I admire ambitious young people like you!"

"Boss, I rushed over to help you as soon as I got off get out of class, and I haven't even had a meal yet."

Ivan sighed, looking utterly dutiful.

McCree pursed his lips, and several times he wanted to refuse, but he swallowed the words back.

The image of this guy sending a 180-pound man flying with a single punch involuntarily flashed into my mind.

Finally, he swallowed his grievances and said softly, "Son, it's not good to eat too much at night. Let's just have a one-dollar meal, okay?"

Ivan grinned and said, "Boss, I'll do whatever you say!"

After finishing his one-dollar dinner, Evan quickly found Hill as promised.

The two suppressed their laughter as they went through the rehearsed procedure. At 8:30 p.m., Evan brought Hill to the detective agency.

Then came the formal negotiations between the two sides. To avoid suspicion, Evan took the initiative to leave his office and sit in the waiting area outside.

Hill came out at exactly nine o'clock, looking satisfied.

She nodded to Evan in a simple gesture, then gracefully went downstairs.

McCree followed closely behind, his face beaming with smugness.

"Haha! Arkham! Well done! Miss Adolf is very willing to cooperate with me!"

He patted Ivan on the shoulder, his tone full of pride.

"You're lucky, kid! Miss Adolf also admires your skills and said you can lend her a hand during her investigations at night from now on."

"Tsk tsk! She's a real beauty. If I were twenty years younger—no, ten years younger, I'd be willing to go out with her."

Ivan grinned and said, "Don't worry, boss! I guarantee I'll complete the mission."

After saying goodbye to McCree, Evan walked out of the detective agency.

Under the gaslight on the street corner, a familiar figure leaned against the lamppost, waiting for him—it was Hill.

She was still wearing that dark-colored work uniform, the hood open, her long golden hair gleaming softly under the light.

She smiled and said, "The money for yesterday's order has been paid out."

"The employer's commission is sixty dollars, and David has finished dismantling the ghoul's materials and sold them for one hundred and thirty dollars."

.

She held up two fingers: "You contributed more in yesterday's battle, so you get 100 and I'll get 90."

Ivan didn't stand on ceremony and nodded: "You can call me for this kind of work in the future."

Hill pulled a small canvas bag from behind him and handed it over: "Here! This is your gift for becoming an apprentice."

Evan took it, opened the bag, and peeked inside.

A hundred-dollar bill, with two potion bottles beside it.

Hill's concerned voice rang out: "The Iron Blood Potion will help you calm down when you're high, so you won't act recklessly like you did the day before yesterday."

"Basic Blasphemy Potion, increases silver resistance, temporarily making up for your weakness."

"I did a divination for you yesterday; you've been having a little trouble lately."

"It won't be life-threatening, but you need to be careful. These two potions are your insurance."

Ivan held the two medicine bottles in his hands. Although the bottles were cold to the touch, his heart felt warm.

"Senior sister, I—I have done you such a great favor, I can only repay you with my body."

Hill laughed heartily after hearing this and reached out to ruffle his hair.

"You're too young! I'll consider it when you're a bit older!"

After saying that, she waved her hand gracefully, turned around, and disappeared into the night.

Ivan looked down at the two bottles of medicine in his hand: "Iron Blood Potion is a good thing; it can really calm me down instantly in critical moments."

"Logically speaking, all kinds of important things should be kept close to your body, but if they are kept close to your body, it will be inconvenient to drink them."

"What if I encounter some kind of cultivator or something that suddenly uses mental control on me to weaken my will to resist?"

"If I waited until I realized what was happening before reaching for the bottle, those few seconds of delay might have been the difference between life and death."

As I walked toward the station, I was lost in thought.

As he boarded the last tram, Eben instinctively sat in the corner of the back row, ensuring his safety behind him.

There were only a few people in the carriage, mostly exhausted night shift workers.

He was slumped in his chair, dozing off, and had no energy left to pay attention to how the people around him were doing.

Evan looked at the Ironblood Potion in his hand and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Wait! I've got it!"

He looked around to make sure no one was watching him.

Then he turned slightly to the side and lifted his buttocks, reaching one hand inside from his lower back.

A few seconds later, he slowly sat down and straightened his body again.

I experienced it —

"Yeah, it's no different from giving yourself a suppository."

"It's just that this bottle is a bit too thick."

He silently summarized the advantages of this new invention in his mind.

"The rectum is a good place; it's discreet and convenient. The key is that you can just crush it when you need to use it. The rectal mucosa absorbs it quickly, and the effect is strong."

"Most importantly, you don't need to put it in your mouth to drink, and it doesn't take up your hands! In an emergency, you just need to clench it in your butt, and your hands are completely free."

"I'm a fucking genius."

Thirty minutes later, Evan got off the tram to prepare for his transfer.

It was a little past 10 p.m., and the last tram heading towards Guding Street was still 15 minutes away.

He stood in the shadow of a building next to the transfer station, his hands in his pockets, waiting.

There were hardly any people on the streets, with only the occasional horse-drawn cart carrying goods passing by in the distance.

Just then, a sudden, unexplained dizziness struck without warning.

It was an irresistible feeling of drowsiness that surged from the deepest part of one's consciousness.

It was as if someone had forcibly switched him to sleep mode.

[Warning! Your urge to sleep is rapidly increasing!]

+10% — +·% — +50% —

Ivan was startled!

At this moment, he felt his eyelids were as heavy as lead, closing uncontrollably, and his spirit began to dissipate.

Someone is exerting mind control on him!

Ivan didn't hesitate at all!

While he was still conscious, his gluteal muscles suddenly contracted.

Click!

As the medicine bottle was crushed, the liquid of the Ironblood Potion was instantly absorbed by the rectal mucosa and entered the body circulation at three times the normal oral rate.

[You have absorbed the Ironblood Potion through your rectum. Effects last: 1 hour.]

[Effect: During the duration of the drug's effects, you will lose all emotional fluctuations and gain additional resistance to mental control. Mental +1.2.]

[You reversed the side effects of the Ironblood Potion. Reversal progress: 18 hours.]

The drug takes effect within half a second.

All the emotions in the brain were slapped down by an invisible hand, leaving no room for any fluctuation.

Fear is gone, anxiety is gone, anger is gone —

Now all that remains is pure coldness and rationality.

[Iron Blood Potion partially reduces the Sleep Desire effect! The reduction is 60%.]

[The snakeskin talisman is effective! It reduces the damage by 20%.]

Sleep desire: -3%.

I'm awake!

With the help of the Ironblood Potion, Ivan's brain was operating at a mechanical and efficient speed.

"The last time I encountered mind control, my own mental attributes were able to mitigate some of the damage, but this time there was none at all."

"That means the person using this characteristic is above me; they're not an apprentice, they're an expert."

"Expert-level cultivator!"

"Is Alcott's father or grandfather?"

Thoughts flashed through my cold mind like lightning.

The next second, Ivan made a judgment.

He didn't know where the other person was, their exact location, distance, or number of people.

A hasty resistance will only expose your true intentions.

Optimal solution: Fill with sugar!

Following the lingering momentum of his suppressed desire to sleep, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

Maintain a natural posture, slow down your breathing, and lower your heart rate.

He was like an ordinary person who had been hypnotized, collapsing helplessly in the shadows of the building.

The wolf feigned sleep to lure the enemy.

Since we don't know where the other person is, we should wait for them to show up on their own.

After all, the other party is a wanted criminal; it's impossible for them to bring a large group of people with them.

A few pedestrians passing by on the street glanced at him, but no one stopped.

It's not uncommon to see a poorly dressed young man lying on a street corner at night in Bolton.

Drunkards, drug addicts, and unlucky guys who get knocked out and dumped on the roadside—dozens of them every night.

Nobody cares.

The last tram came and went with a clanging sound.

Five minutes later, the street became completely quiet.

Just then, a footstep sounded.

His pace was neither hurried nor slow, but composed and confident.

Like a hunter who has determined that his prey is dead and is ready to reap the harvest.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, eventually stopping about two steps in front of Evan.

This is a middle-aged man in his early forties, wearing a dark cashmere coat, with his hair neatly combed, exuding the elegance of a wealthy family.

The middle-aged man bore a striking resemblance to Bote Alcott, who died in New Haven a few weeks earlier.

Jack Alcott!

An expert-level monk and the core leader of the Divine Communication Society.

The wanted criminal on the front page of the newspaper, Bote's father.

Jack looked down at Evan lying on the ground, his eyes filled with cold curiosity.

"I'd like to see what secrets you're hiding."

He has compiled a lot of information about this guy in the past two days.

Connor Elton is dead.

He knew that guy; they had met several times, eaten together, and drunk together.

Previously, his son, Burt, had entertained the other party with female students from the Phoenix Brotherhood.

A 24-year-old factory owner can simultaneously control five bronze security guards.

This level of skill is practically invincible at the apprentice level.

Even some experts with obvious flaws are no match for it.

But this is the man who died last Friday night.

Three days have passed, and the body still cannot be found.

Sap's men turned the hills west of the city upside down.

All that can be seen are traces of a fierce fight and some footprints.

But there was no blood, no bones, nothing that belonged to Connor Elton.

The remains of the bronze security guards also disappeared. The five bronze-colored bodies, weighing at least three thousand pounds in total, simply vanished into thin air.

Through the prophet's prediction, only a vague direction can be obtained: the sea.

Sap's men searched the entire coastline in that direction.

Some fish were found dead in the shallow waters near the coast. The cause of death was poisoning, and some unknown corrosive substance remained in their bodies.

But when you cut open the bellies of those fish, all you find inside are some haphazardly digested fragments.

Soil, stones, metal scraps.

There were no human skeletons, no bronze statue parts, and no valuable clues whatsoever.

The investigation has reached a complete dead end.

So Jack finally got his chance.

On the surface, Evan is now under the protection of judges and other officials.

Gray, that expert-level mage, personally stepped forward to assert sovereignty and even prepared a detailed statement for Sap.

The statement clearly states that Connor Elton led a group into Evan's apartment and was subsequently shot through the chest and taken away by an unidentified third party.

There is a huge gap between Ibn's and Connor's fighting abilities.

But this confession was not personally interrogated by Sap.

Who knows what's going on between that Gray and this kid? Who knows how much of that testimony is embellished?

So, it was his turn to take action.

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