Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 298 Three Bottles of Potion
If possible, Angel would like to try letting a light beam shuttle back and forth between two mirrors to see what effect it will produce. Unfortunately, there is only the soft but unfocused light of the gas lamp in the room, which makes her experimental plan aborted. .

"Maybe with this kind of experiment, I can get an admission certificate from Backlund's university."

She smiled self-deprecatingly, watching the scene in the mirror slowly disappear, and the potions applied on it also disappeared as if evaporated, leaving the smooth mirror surface reflecting the normal shadow of the room.

Thinking of college, Angel thought of Lily Granger and the threatening letters she had received. Unfortunately, the detectives were not even on guard for 24 hours, so there should be no gains. She rushed there to no avail.

After gathering her mood, she took the three bottles of communication potions and the "Book of Secrets" that she had copied in advance, took a hired carriage to Minsk Street in the Jowood District, and pulled the door of the two-story house at No. 15 doorbell.

Today, she imitated Ms. Laura and wore a long skirt that went as low as her ankles, a thick shawl, and a soft hat with a fine mesh hanging on her head, trying to get used to the complicated attire popular in Backlund.

As soon as she went out, she realized that many women on the street were dressed like this. Coupled with the effect of the "Crazy Ring", she could instantly blend into the crowd, even better than a hooded cloak.

Jingle Bell--

Not long after the crisp bell rang, the door was opened. Sherlock Moriarty, who was wearing a gray sweater, was blown by the cold wind outside the door and swallowed back his welcome words.

He had been here many times, and since the other party was a follower of The Fool, Angel naturally felt a certain affinity with him, so he did not hesitate and sat directly on the single sofa next to the window.

Taking off his soft hat and putting it aside, Angel returned the "Book of Secrets" to the detective who had entered the deep winter early and wore a shirt and a sweater indoors. The latter went upstairs to put it away before returning to the living room. He added some charcoal to the fireplace and sat down opposite Angel.

"You today..."

"That master key..."

The two spoke at the same time, then stopped at the same time, waiting for the other to speak first, and a brief silence fell in the corner of the room.

"Ahem, I tried to divine the master key," Sherlock finally spoke first. He took out the brass key from his pocket and placed it on the table. "It does contain some kind of curse that is far higher than its own sequence. It may be the gibbering uttered by a certain high-sequence being. Combined with what you described about what happened to the owner of the notebook before his death, I judge that this is a cry from an ancient member of the Abraham family to his descendants."

"The following are all my guesses, and they may not be correct. His call will have an effect on those who become extraordinary people among the descendants of the Abraham family, causing their spiritual instability. This effect is achieved during the full moon, especially the blood moon. The strongest, it can easily cause the Abrahams to lose control or even die directly."

Angel nodded clearly: "So the man who was preparing to make the Abraham family great again died on the spot because he took the magic potion on a full moon night, which directly caused him to lose control?"

"It should be so. This is the result I analyzed based on the divination results, the contents of the notes and your narrative. There is no guarantee that it is correct."

Although he said this, Sherlock looked confident, obviously believing in the results of his analysis.

This was consistent with Angel's original analysis, but she didn't figure out the source of the curse on the master key. She didn't expect that this descendant of Abraham was killed by some strange ravings of his ancestors. This is simply...

"This is simply to make his Abraham family extinct... He is a traitor to this family, or he has some kind of long-term hatred for all Abrahams, so he keeps issuing curses, making it almost impossible for the extraordinary people of the Abraham family to survive for a long time. Survive?"

Angel asked with a frown.

"Hate? No, his terrifying words are actually just calls for help. He may be asking for help from his descendants, but the difference in personality between the two is so great that the calls become deadly in the ears of the descendants. , but killed them..."

The corners of Sherlock's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to smile, but finally gave up.

"In addition, you'd better not take this 'master key' with you on a full moon night. You can seal it with a spiritual wall or a container that can isolate spirituality. It's best to sell it and get rid of it once and for all."

"Spiritual wall? If it is sealed in the room, how can I get out of the spiritual wall?"

Angel asked rhetorically, looking at the brass key on the table as if looking at a time bomb - after listening to Sherlock's analysis of the curse, she no longer wanted to use this magical item.

"You can use spiritual walls to seal small containers, just like sealing an altar, but you are outside, not inside... Wait, this method is written in the "Book of Secrets", haven't you already Have you finished reading?"

I just finished copying it and haven’t had time to read the rest of it...

Angel blushed a little. She took the brass key, sealed a bullet box with a simplified ceremony in front of Sherlock, and sealed the brass key inside.Although this will be a little more troublesome when using it, it can always avoid the negative effects of this magical item.After solving this biggest problem, Angel's frustration at the disillusionment of his dream of being a "master of the occult" also eased a lot. The two continued to share some recent experiences and expressed their concerns about the name "The Fool" being known to outsiders. After worrying, Angel saw that the time was almost up, so he took out the largest bottle of the three bottles of communication potion and handed it to Sherlock.

"What is this? It looks like a concentrated healing potion..."

Holding the bottle up to the light and observing it, Sherlock asked doubtfully.

"A potion for communication, not the kind you take, but..."

Angel told Sherlock how to use the potion.

"I will carry a mirror coated with medicine so that you can contact me at any time, but it is best to use it sparingly. Although the material is not expensive, after all, well, it is made of my blood."

After hesitating, Angel finally told the other party the ingredients of the potion, preventing him from wasting it pointlessly.

Sherlock took the vial and carefully studied the viscous liquid inside, as if studying a magical item, then carefully put it into his pocket and asked: "Is it only one-way communication? For example, I also apply a mirror in advance, and then you can Call me at any time... cough, contact me?"

"Unfortunately, unless you have two sets of potions, it's best to keep only one mirror active at all times. Otherwise, if someone else applies the potion to find me, they may be connected to your mirror."

"Others? Who?"

Raising his eyebrows, Sherlock's brown eyes revealed undisguised doubts.

Angel took out two other bottles, shook them in front of him, and replied: "Yes, I will give away these two bottles later to a friend, um, a female friend, and the other one is working under me. of extraordinary people.”

Whether it was an illusion or not, she felt that Sherlock's body, which had just been sitting upright, relaxed.

"Well, that's good... No, I mean, I'm just about to go out for a trip, to the St. George area. I invested in a new invention. It's reached a critical moment. Maybe I can make a lot of money. I have to Go and have a look…”

He said something incoherent and stood up first.

Angel was also about to leave, so he nodded and stood up. However, he became slightly interested in the new invention mentioned by Sherlock and asked curiously:
"New invention? Is it your own idea?"

"No, I can only be regarded as an investor, but I did give some small suggestions. Most of them are Mr. Leppard's own ideas and Emperor Russell's..." At this point, Sherlock's tone Somewhat frustrated, "A two-wheeled, single-person vehicle powered by feet, I'm going to call it a bicycle."

It sounds like a bicycle, but Emperor Russell has indeed "invented" it, or at least left some manuscripts...

Angel shared Sherlock's frustration, and many of her novel ideas were suppressed by the time traveler from 200 years ago. She only regretted that she had not come to this world 300 years earlier to make achievements.

Fortunately, according to Sherlock, he and Leppard are improving Russell's preliminary design. They may soon be able to produce a product that balances convenience and price. They can either produce it themselves or sell it. Even if you lose a patent, you can gain a lot of money.

After congratulating him in advance, Angel and Sherlock left No. 15 Minsk Street one after another. She had to deliver two more bottles of communication potion during the day, and time was tight.

……

After handing the potion to "Justice" Audrey at Earl Hall's villa in Queens, Angel came to the East District without stopping. The biggest impact of this journey all over Backlund was that two more people The "unlucky" coachmen needed to repair their axles or wheels. Although Angel gave them corresponding compensation, he still felt a little sorry.

"Compared to my 'Thirst for Blood', the negative effects of this 'Good Luck' revolver are too strong. Could it be that the extraordinary characteristics it uses, the Disaster Priest of the 'Monster' pathway, actually have the ability to attract disasters and disasters?" And the abilities of others nearby?”

Holding his wallet that was bleeding again, Angel came to Sherman's house in frustration. It was already dusk, and there were no lights on the second floor where Sherman lived, but the assassin was an assassin and could be seen without turning on the lights, so Angel still He went up and knocked on the door. After a moment, he realized that the new assassin was indeed not at home.

After a brief divination, Angel quickly found Sherman in a nearby bar. He was talking to another teenager who looked like he was underage at the bar. His back looked a bit like a woman, with a thin body and gentle movements. At first glance, Angel didn't even recognize him until he walked around to the other side and saw the neutral face of the other person.

Seeing Angel looking for him, he hurriedly said a few words to the boy, walked out of the bar quickly, and under the guidance of the former, walked through a street full of homeless people and entered an alley opposite.

(End of this chapter)