Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 52 The Dragon Bar
Chris walked out of the Blackthorn Security Company and hailed a taxi to go to the Dragon Bar in the dock area.

At the beginning of June, summer has entered in Loen.

At noon, the sun casts its rays vertically high in the sky. Although the sun is not shining too much, it still makes people feel a little hot.

Chris, wearing the clothes that the original owner had left in the dormitory, stepped out of the carriage under the watchful eyes of a group of workers.

Wearing dirty coarse cloth gloves, they nonchalantly smeared oil on their denim overalls that were so dark that they couldn't see the color.

Chris raised his left eyebrow slightly and turned on his spiritual vision. Sadness, pain, and numbness instantly enveloped his heart.

After only ten seconds, his mood became slightly heavier due to the negative emotions of the people around him.

Chris gathered his spirit and stabilized his mind.Since committing suicide to spy on Zhou Mingrui yesterday, he clearly felt that his spirituality had become stronger.

He examined the workers and found that their auras were slightly thinner than normal people, and their body organs also had various problems, and none of them were truly healthy.

Chris sighed softly, ignored their curious looks, passed the burly man at the door, opened the door and entered the Dragon Bar.

Everyone's adrenaline here has surged to the top, and the boxing match in the center has reached a fever pitch.

Drunkards gathered around the boxing ring with excited expressions, holding their bottles high and shouting with red faces, cheering for the boxers they supported.

Even the stingiest person, as long as he has a coin in his pocket, will be tempted to bet 1 penny in such a passionate environment.

Chris quickly raised his eyebrows twice and turned off his spiritual vision.Although he was spiritual enough to withstand this kind of pressure, the yellow, green, and green aura colors still gave him a headache.

He held his breath, squeezed through the drunkards on the third floor, and walked into the bar.

He has been to the Brave Bar and knows the rules of the game here. The bar owner usually entertains in the room inside.

"I'm looking for your boss, Swain!"

Chris half-covered his mouth and shouted to a guard outside a room.

"what?!"

The bald guard in a black vest shouted back.

"I said, I'm looking for your boss, Si-Wei-Yin!"

"What crow?! There are no crows here!"

The bald guard waved his hand impatiently at him.

"What's going on? Who's calling my name?"

The wooden door was opened from the inside, and a muscular old man wearing an old naval officer's uniform stood behind the door. Apart from a slightly more wrinkled face and a head of white hair, there was no evidence to prove that he was an old man.

Chris feels that only Stallone and Schwarzenegger are qualified to compare with him.

There seemed to be a storm gathering in the old man's blue eyes. He looked Chris up and down and asked, "Are you looking for me?"

Chris took a step forward and tried to reduce the noise: "Mr. Swain, I'm here to buy something. Mr. Neil introduced me."

"Oh, I see."

Swain nodded, smiled, and ordered the bald guard: "Kante, take this..."

"Mr. Swain, my name is Chris."

Chris met the other person's questioning gaze and answered with a smile.

"Okay, Kanter, take Chris to the trading market."

Swain put one hand on his waist and added: "Chris, if you are short of money, you can come to me to borrow it."

Chris responded and followed the bald guard, passed through a secret door in the wall, passed through several rooms in succession, and finally reached the underground trading market.

This is a room as big as a lecture theater, but there are no stairs. It is still much smaller than the underground trading market in Backlund's Brave Bar.

The bald guard stood at the door: "This is it."

Chris looked at the vendors setting up stalls in front of him and the buyers walking among them, nodded, eager to join in.

After all, he is now a "Secret Peer" who has fully digested the potion, and has a deep understanding of the knowledge of the occult, and will never be fooled by some trivial things in the occult again.

Although Chris bought the white crystal silver chain after becoming a "Peeper", he didn't care about the trivial matter of the material at all.

More importantly, becoming a "Secret Peeper" will not immediately give you access to occult knowledge such as magic, witchcraft, astrology, etc., but will make it easier for you to learn.

A magic potion is more like a switch, or in other words, a key that opens the door to the occult.There are many types of products here, ranging from basic materials to amulets, and even charms are sold.

Chris stopped in front of a stall selling charms, looked at the stall owner playing with strange-patterned charms in his hands, and shook his head.

It's a pity that this charm can only have a decorative effect at best and does not comply with the rules of charm science at all...

"Buy a charm?"

The male stall owner looked up and asked.

"Do not."

Chris waved his hand in denial. He was here to buy a bronze chain.

"Do you sell cow's tooth peony powder here?"

A calm and powerful voice came from behind Chris. Chris looked back and saw a gentle man wearing a black formal suit holding a silver cane and asking questions behind him.

A slight warm feeling came from Chris's wrist, which startled him: Who is this person?

Ox-toothed peony...

This is the material for the "audience" approach.

Psychological alchemy session?
Chris immediately thought of this secretive organization that controlled access to the "audience".

He lightly raised his left eyebrow and turned on his spiritual vision to examine the man's physical condition.

The mood is good, it is a calm blue color, and the body is also very healthy...

He turned off his spiritual vision and nodded slightly. The "audience" channel poses no threat to him for the time being.

"No."

The stall owner replied.

Hearing the stall owner's denial, the man pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, unable to hide the disappointment in his eyes.

"Oh, not again."

The man held a silver staff, passed behind Chris, and walked out.

Chris touched Yu Wen's wrist and was very sure that this was a named character in the original work, and most likely not a villain.

Chris remembers that this man appeared once in the first 100 chapters, when he was also buying "ox-tooth peony".

He didn't think about it anymore and walked to the next stall, where there were many bracelets made of different materials.

Chris spent 4 souli to buy a high-quality pure bronze chain and strung the white crystal on it.

Now you can use the pendulum method...

Chris weighed the copper chain with satisfaction and put it into his pocket.

He returned the same way, and met a pale young man with wild hair on the way. He was dressed in a worker's attire, his eyes were vacant and vacant, and he had a dreamy expression on his face.

Warmth came from Chris's wrist again. He raised his left eyebrow slightly and turned on his spiritual vision.

Is this Ademithor nicknamed "Monster"?His aura is very weak and his body is very unhealthy...

Admissor, who was half-leaning against the wall, suddenly ran up to Chris and stared at him indifferently.

Suddenly, he raised his bamboo pole-like arm, pointed at Chris, and shouted:
"Hahaha, high-ranking people, horrible hell, but the ground is full of bloody gems, hahaha..."

Admissor's eyes slowly shed tears of blood. He covered his eyes and knelt on the ground. He staggered towards the dark corner and kept muttering:

"High-ranking people...horrifying hell..."

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