Mystery: Days and Nights of Struggle with the Research Society

Chapter 195 Su Ya: Cat sucking

Early the next morning, on Minsk Street, Klein rubbed his forehead and got up from the bed after not sleeping well all night.

He first picked up the little black cat Moran, who was squatting on his chest and wagging its tail, and put it on the table, and poured it a glass of milk. Then he hurriedly washed up, walked to the mailbox at the door, and took back today's A stack of newspapers, intending to see if there was anything on the news.

Last night he had not received the reports from 'Justice', 'The Hanged Man', and 'Wheel of Fortune', nor had he received a reply from Mr. Azik, but it was such a big deal that Chillinges assassinated Duke Negan. Presumably today's newspapers will definitely report it.

I wonder what Suya did yesterday. Was he injured by Qilingos? But after all, he is already Sequence 5, and Mr. Azik, who is suspected to be a high-Sequence Extraordinary, is here, so it shouldn't be a big problem. After all, even if there is a 'creeping hunger', Qilingos himself is only a Sequence 6.

Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help but laugh at himself - since when did Sequence 6 become just 'just'? He himself is just a weak and pitiful Sequence 8.

Klein sat on the armrest sofa in front of the coffee table, stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, yawned, took a piece of toast with lettuce and ham in his mouth, and opened the newspaper.

At first glance, he saw the headline in the newspaper, "The great pirate Qilingos was shot to death by the Duke's bodyguard in Backlund."

Qilingos is indeed dead, but I don’t know whether it was Suya who did it or Mr. Azik?

Alas, as the boss behind this matter, I actually found out the result by reading the newspaper. Mr. 'The Hanged Man' and Miss 'Justice', you should at least report it to the Fool.

Klein was chewing on a homemade simple sandwich and complaining in his mind. He was about to read the report in its entirety when he heard the crisp ringing of the doorbell at the door.

Who is this time? Couldn't it be the client?

Klein put down the newspaper, hurriedly swallowed the last bite of the sandwich, grabbed the tea cup on the table and took a sip of hot tea to soothe his throat. Then he hurriedly adjusted his shirt and took a few steps to the door and opened it.

"Hello, Detective Sherlock Moriarty, I accept various detective commissions, Su Ya? Why are you here?"

Standing at the door was Suya, who was wearing a simple black windbreaker. Klein noticed that his outfit today was very special. Compared with his usual elegant clothes, Suya's style today was more like that of an adventurer or a hunter. Especially his long flaxen curly hair, which was cut short to almost the same length as his own, and his narrow blue eyes were a little red and faintly tired.

"Good morning, Sherlock." Su Ya raised her hand to say hello, then pinched the bridge of her nose as if she was tired, and said, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Klein stepped aside and asked Suya to sit down on the single sofa in the living room. He poured him a cup of hot black tea from the teapot and asked curiously, "You haven't slept all night? Because of Zillinger Si?"

"Not exactly." Su Ya sat on the soft and comfortable single sofa, took a sip of tea, and then took Moran, who was also curious, into his arms, and kneaded him vigorously while holding him without any resistance. After taking two shots, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, shook his head and said.

"Huh?" Klein was stunned for a moment, and just about to continue asking, he saw Suya put Moran on his lap, skillfully took out a delicate vial containing silver-white liquid from the pocket on the side of his windbreaker, and pulled it out He took the cork off the bottle and drank it all in one gulp, his movements flowing smoothly.

"Medicine to prevent allergies - Moran's exclusive version. I ordered it from the priests of the Church of the Mother Earth." Suya put the empty vial back into his pocket and explained calmly to Klein's strange eyes, pretending Not seeing the speechless look in the eyes of a certain classmate Xiao Zhou, he lowered his head and took another sip of pussy.

The sucked cat, Benmiao, squatted down on Su Ya's knees in a serious manner, and took the initiative to put his furry cat face into Su Ya's hand, letting him rub it back and forth, squinting his eyes and gently Meowed twice. "I know, this is a gift for you. Now let me hold you for a while." Su Ya pinched Moran's paw pads, took out two bags from the pocket of his windbreaker, and threw them on the table casually. He turned around and warned Klein.

"The black bag contains Moran's things, and the gray bag is yours."

Klein looked at the scene in front of him silently, with a face full of hesitation - Mr. Shengun, you already know that you are allergic to cats, why are you still refusing to restrain yourself from sucking cats? You even went to have it customized. Potions are outrageous.

Looking at a certain classmate who was completely immersed in sucking cats, he shook his head, stood up and took two bags. Curiously, he first opened the black bag with the paw print of a cat of the same color.

——Then he was stunned by the various potion ingredients and the neat stacks of small jars inside.

Is this extraordinary material? And judging from the spiritual fluctuations, these materials don’t seem to be low-sequence potion materials. Also, these jars look a bit like cat cans, but why are there some spiritual fluctuations inside? It feels a bit like the potion I bought at a secret party before.

That's an expensive potion worth several pounds. There are so many here, and they have exclusive tastes. Is it so happy to be an extraordinary cat? Klein looked at the packed bag, and suddenly felt as if he had eaten a pound of lemons, and his teeth were so sore that he fell down.

He silently tied the bag and put it aside, then opened the gray bag that also had white cat paw prints on it.

There were far fewer things in this bag, only a group of dark blue irregular stones and a thin black glove that looked like it was made of human skin.

"Is this the relic of Qilingos? The powerful sealed object 'Creep Hunger'?" Klein glanced at the dark blue stone, and his attention was completely attracted by the glove.

This is an extremely thin black glove. There are many twisted lines on the back of the glove, twisting into a strange pattern. There is an extremely thin black gap in the palm of the hand. Just looking at it like this, Klein feels as if he is being caught. An indescribable, hungry monster with a mad thirst for flesh and blood sets its sights.

"This 'Creeping Hunger' is not suitable for you to use now."

Just when Klein felt shuddering reflexively, a familiar hand stretched out and pressed down on the terrifying glove, immediately making it quiet.

"Its side effects are a bit serious. If you want to use it, it's better to do it after the promotion sequence. Well, it's also best to ask Mr. Azik to help seal it."

(End of this chapter)