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"Can it really be reversed?"

Maya Kawabe's eyes lit up with hope.

"I can only say that it's a possibility."

Amamiya Rin remained noncommittal.

Alchemy is real in this world. Frankenstein was able to create Frankenstein's monster from body parts. He didn't think that the Kawabe family's alchemy could only produce skinned products. That must be a byproduct or something wrong with it.

"Xiao Li, sit here obediently."

Kawabe Maya decided to trust Amamiya Rin, and she immediately stood up and left the living room.

Not long after, Kawabe Maya returned, holding a worn-out notebook with a leather cover.

"My brother-in-law's original alchemy manual and notes were lost a few months ago; this is my sister's handwritten copy."

Amamiya Rin took the notebook, turned to the yellowed pages, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The handwriting is uneven in ink color, mixed with brown medicine stains, and the margins are marked with flame patterns, water droplet patterns, and square patterns. The grammar of the text is Latin.

[My master Paracelsus personally taught me that the secret to immortality lies in the balance of the three elements: sulfur is the spark of life, governing vitality; mercury is the source of bodily fluids, ensuring smooth circulation; and salt is the matrix of the body, strengthening bones and muscles. The absence of any one of them leads to decay, while balance ensures immortality. I have followed this path in my practice and recorded it as follows:]

"Paraxelsus?"

Amamiya Rin was slightly taken aback. So the founder of this alchemy was Bean Dad?

He turned the page again, looking up the so-called secret recipe for immortality.

[The essence of sulfur: the sap of the poppy, harvested in the morning from green pods, distilled with wine at a ratio of nine to one, yielding three drops of pure essential oil, this is plant sulfur essence... The liquid of mercury: liquid mercury, collected in copper vessels on a full moon night, refined with sulfur at a ratio of two to one, precipitating mercuric chloride crystals...]

This recipe is incredibly complex, with materials including minerals, plants, and animals. The practice requires consideration of celestial phenomena and the seasons. The entire text is filled with alchemical symbols and Latin, making it dry, difficult to understand, and mystical. Anyone who reads it would probably just throw it away after a short while.

Amamiya Rin also frowned.

Other things are not important. The key issue is that the descriptions of many steps in this formula are ambiguous. The crucial proportions and reaction endpoints are vague, especially the numerical aspects.

Maya Kawabe's brother-in-law did provide some annotations, but according to these annotations, the finished product would only be one that separates the muscles from the skin.

Amamiya Rin was intently flipping through her notes. The living room was quiet, with only the rustling of pages turning and the faint sound of the night wind coming from outside the window.

"Um... I'm very grateful for your help."

At that moment, Maya Kawabe's voice broke the silence. Rin Amamiya looked up and saw that Maya Kawabe's expression was a little awkward and confused.

Kawabe Maya clasped her hands tightly together, both nervous and genuinely puzzled.

"But why did you go to such lengths to help?"

Kawabe Maya couldn't understand why the man in front of her, a complete stranger, would go to such lengths to help her.

Why?

Amamiya Rin tilted her head, thought for a moment, and answered Kawabe Maya with a passage from a Buddhist scripture.

"Those who practice loving-kindness will sleep peacefully and wake up peacefully, will not have nightmares, and will have no resentment in their hearts."

Kawabe Maya was somewhat stunned by what she heard.

She didn't fully understand what he meant, but she could sense the peace and goodwill in his words.

Looking at Amamiya Rin's calm profile, Kawabe Maya's gaze was filled with sincere respect. Her tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and she felt a sense of peace in her heart, like warm water flowing through her chest. The fear and pressure of the past few days seemed to have disappeared.

Amamiya Rin picked up the barley tea, took a small sip, and glanced at the time on the clock.

It's nine o'clock, hasn't Xiaoli's mother come back yet?

Meanwhile, on a quiet street a few hundred meters from the Kawabe family home.

The streetlights were old and in disrepair, their light dim and yellowish, illuminating only a small circle of ground beneath them, with darkness stretching far beyond.

The night wind whipped up fallen leaves and scraps of paper, swirling them and making rustling sounds, like the whispers of something invisible.

Occasionally, late-night pedestrians would hurry by, their necks hunched, the sound of their heels striking the pavement particularly clear in the silence, only to be quickly swallowed by the darkness.

A woman dressed in a long black trench coat and a black sun hat, covering her head and face completely, almost blended into the night.

As she walked along the alley and turned the corner, a figure appeared at the edge of the halo of the streetlight ahead.

She was a woman wearing a dark coat, with a scarf around her neck that covered half her face, revealing only her long, flowing hair.

Just as the two were about to pass each other, the woman wearing a black sun hat suddenly stopped, and the woman wearing a scarf also stopped at the same time.

The two stood facing each other eerily for a moment on the quiet street, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Am I pretty?

Suddenly, the woman wearing a scarf spoke, her voice sounding somewhat muffled due to the scarf covering her.

The woman wearing the sun hat paused for a moment, as if she hadn't expected the other person to ask her that question.

She tilted her head slightly and let out a slightly neurotic laugh: "Hehe...you haven't shown your face, how would I know? But I dare say, whether you're ugly or beautiful, you're definitely not as beautiful as me."

"Well... how about this?"

The woman wearing the scarf raised her hand and took off the thick scarf.

The dim light from the streetlights fell on her exposed face.

A gruesome gash started from the corner of her mouth and tore all the way to her ear, as if someone had used brute force to tear her cheek open. The skin and flesh at the edge of the gash were rolled up, and her pale cheekbones and teeth could be vaguely seen.

This horrific wound made her face enormous and terrifying; a man who was expecting something might be so frightened that he would turn and run away.

"Am I pretty now?"

She opened that terrible gash and asked again, her voice tinged with a twisted expectation.

However, the expected screams or breakdowns did not occur.

"It's ugly. Although it fits my aesthetic, it's only half-baked."

The woman wearing the hat showed no fear; she spoke without any politeness.

Hearing this answer, the Slit-Mouthed Woman was surprised by the woman's reaction, but she didn't seem too surprised. She revealed a crazy grin, reached into her coat with her right hand, and took out a huge pair of scissors.

At that moment, the woman opposite her asked a question that caught the Slit-Mouthed Woman off guard.

Do you think I'm pretty?

The Slit-Mouthed Woman was stunned, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes that had been filled with malice.

She had never encountered such a response before. The strangest response she had ever received was when a pervert hugged her and kissed her, which startled her. However, after she came to her senses, she cut off the pervert's head.

Just as the Slit-Mouthed Woman was lost in her memories, the woman wearing a hat suddenly ripped open the front of her trench coat, exposing her beautiful body to the Slit-Mouthed Woman's eyes.

Upon witnessing this exposed body, the Slit-Mouthed Woman's pupils contracted, and she subconsciously took a step back. She gasped, her mouth twitching, and her eyes revealed intense horror.