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

Chapter 152 Exquisite Wallet and Ghoul Amulet

After tidying his clothes and boarding the tram, Evan glanced at the panel; the side effects of the Stage 3 Anti-Moon Potion had already appeared.

Silver resistance increased by another 2.5%.

"Besides bringing up smog encephalopathy as soon as possible, we also need to catch up with our strength in self-awareness as soon as possible."

"It doesn't matter if my physical constitution drops a little; I can recover by taking some magic potions for a while. But self-awareness is a deadly attribute."

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Evan vividly remembers the fate of those patients infected with the B virus at Yuri's clinic, as well as Carey's ultimate end.

Afterwards, Evan considered which of the foods he had eaten could enhance his self-awareness.

"First, there was the original B virus, and then there was the dilution and conversion potion that Pris gave me."

"Then came the trace amounts of Deep One bodily fluids that were licked from the floor, and the corpses of Nyogda's retinue."

"The ghouls' incapacitated glands have a similar effect, as do the Eclipse Potion."

"Damn it, what the hell have I been eating all this way?!"

Unable to resist making a comment, Evan continued to ponder.

"It seems that things that have side effects that can enhance self-awareness are either pure poisons or magical potions that transform forms."

"Eat more inhuman things, and a magic potion that makes you inhuman, huh!?"

"Since the side effect of the B virus is a decrease in self-awareness, does the Y virus parasite I took a few days ago have a similar effect?"

Thinking of this, Ivan looked down at the panel.

The reversal process of the Y virus parasite has reached 52 hours, and the results should be available around the afternoon.

"We must grasp both aspects firmly."

He leaned back on the wooden seat of the tram, watching the street scenes flash by outside the window.

"These extraordinary abilities have increasingly nasty side effects. Won't the stronger we become, the more weaknesses we'll have?"

"Does a stronger superhuman necessarily mean a weaker superhuman?"

"How do those big shots solve these problems? They probably don't have the resources I do."

Time passed quickly as I pondered, and forty-five minutes later, it was ten o'clock in the morning.

Ivan jumped off the tram and arrived at Federal Avenue in the Back Bay.

Looking around, the wide streets are lined with rows of buildings with brown sandstone facades, each three or four stories high.

With its exquisite cast-iron railings and tall French windows, it exudes nobility and luxury.

This is the heart of Bolton's middle-class neighborhood, where every house is a reflection of their social standing!

Ivan followed the address left by Morales and headed forward.

As he walked, he noticed a rather familiar house number.

LeBang.

Just then, the door of the villa opened, and a middle-aged man with blond hair, who bore a striking resemblance to LeBron, saw off a business partner.

You can tell that this middle-aged man looks tired and is not in good spirits.

It's clear he hasn't gotten over the grief of losing his son.

Ivan didn't pay much attention, after all, LeBron's death was his own fault.

Without stopping, he soon arrived at Morales's house.

Having come here with Hill before, this time I was quite familiar with the place.

Morales had originally planned to bring the bone disc to school and give it to him.

But this guy is now terrified of that thing and doesn't want any further contact with it.

Worried that taking it out would affect other people, Morales finally locked the disc in a box, hoping that it would be more reliable to have Ivan come in person.

I raised my hand and rang the doorbell. A dozen seconds later, the brown oak door opened.

Morales walked out quickly with a relieved smile on his face.

"Thank God, Arkham, you've finally arrived."

He opened the door and welcomed Evan inside.

Ivan stood at the door, smiling and waving his hand: "I won't go in. Just give me the box, and you don't need to worry about the rest."

Morales was a little embarrassed: "I'm so sorry to have you touching these dangerous things and to have you come all this way in person."

He then strode into the house, and about a minute later, he came out wearing thick leather gloves, carefully carrying a wooden box the size of a human head.

The person looked as if they were holding a bomb that could explode at any moment.

Ivan took the box and casually opened the lid.

Inside, a palm-sized white bone disc lay quietly on a velvet lining.

This thing looks like it was made from the skull of some kind of creature.

It has a slight curve in the middle and a few cracks on both sides.

It is engraved with dense patterns, and judging from the distorted characters, it is clearly not a human script.

Ivan reached out and took it out, turning it over and over in his palm.

Watching Evan handle the object with his bare hands, Morales felt both nervous and envious.

He then lowered his voice and asked tentatively, "Arkham, do you think I have a chance to be like you?"

Ivan smiled when he heard this.

"I advise you not to overthink it. This industry isn't as glamorous as you imagine."

"I had no choice but to join them because I couldn't survive on my own."

"You're living a life of luxury with a bright future ahead of you, there's no need for you to come here and risk your life."

"Just like how wealthy young masters generally don't voluntarily go to battlefields where they are sure to die."

Morales's desire was instantly extinguished by those words.

Just then, a mature male voice rang out from inside the room.

"Is that your classmate? Why don't you invite him in and treat him?"

Morales quickly turned his head: "Dad, Arkham said he has something to do, so I won't keep him."

A middle-aged man wearing glasses walked over; he was the head of the family who had hosted Evan and Hill that night.

He saw the white bone disc in Ivan's hand and instantly understood what was going on.

"Thank you, Arkham. My son has told me many things about you. He is honored to have a friend like you."

Then he lowered his voice and said, "Thank you for saving my son that night."

Ivan smiled and said, "No need to be so polite, Uncle. We often do things for money."

"Morales is a good boy. You have raised him very well, and it is my honor to be his friend."

Upon hearing this, Morales proudly raised his chin.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, just as Evan was about to leave, old Morales suddenly whispered something.

"Are you conducting any investigations regarding this plague?"

After a moment's thought, Evan nodded: "I took on a job with the police station and am indeed investigating this matter."

Upon hearing that Ivan was actually from the police department, old Morales immediately reminded him.

"If you want to conduct a detailed investigation, you can go to a cannery called Puk in the west of the city."

Ivan raised an eyebrow: "A canning plant?"

Old Morales nodded and said, "Yes, based on the patients I've treated, they all come from different backgrounds and classes, but the only thing they have in common after the consultation is that they all ate canned food produced by this factory."

"I suspect there's something wrong with their canned goods."

Ivan's heart skipped a beat, and then he nodded solemnly.

"Thank you for the information, Uncle Morales."

After saying goodbye to Morales and his son, Ivan pondered the intelligence he had just acquired as he boarded the tram and headed to the detective agency.

He and Hill had made an agreement: if they couldn't contact each other during the day on the weekend, they would meet at McCrae's detective agency.

Forty minutes later, Ivan pushed open the door to the third floor and went inside.

I happened to see Hill standing by the window, lost in thought.

Today she was wearing a brown wool coat, a women's shirt with a pleated collar, and blue-purple plaid trousers.

Her long, golden hair was styled into a neat ponytail, and she wore a low-key newsboy cap.

When McCree saw Ivan arrive, he quickly walked over with a smile and said...

"Arkham, you've come at the right time. Ms. Adolf is here too."

"She admires your skills and wants to investigate this case with you."

Hill turned around, walked over in a pretentious manner, and shook hands with Evan.

"Young man, you're quite skilled! Interested in investigating a case with me?"

Her chin was slightly raised, exuding confidence and pride.

Evan turned to look at McCree first, with a questioning look in his eyes.

After seeing McCree nod slightly, he smiled and agreed.

Their task for the day was to investigate whether any green flags had been hung on the chimneys of the old houses on the north side of the dock area throughout the morning.

The wages were eighty cents per person, but no meals were provided.

It is obvious that this is not difficult, but it is a time-consuming physical task.

The two of them weren't originally there to investigate a case, so they readily agreed.

Watching the two figures leave, McCree, with a pipe in his mouth, grinned happily.

"This year is truly my lucky year! I never imagined I'd be able to hire two part-time detectives who are so inexpensive and incredibly skilled—I've hit the jackpot!"

Meanwhile, Evan and Hill suppressed their laughter, only bursting into laughter after they had completely left the street corner where the detective agency was located.

This kind of job was a piece of cake for the two of them; it was practically free money.

After laughing for a while, the two decided to go to the dock area to settle things first, and then go on their own.

On the way, Ivan voiced some of his recent questions.

First, there's the matter of Gusté's collaboration, and whether Gusté can see himself sleeping.

Hill patted Ivan on the shoulder: "Don't worry about that, this guy is right, all the prophets' blindness is true blindness."

"They can't see anything conventional; they can only distinguish things through some abstract symbols."

Evan nodded knowingly, then handed over the white bone plate and black wallet in his hand.

"Dear senior sister, my mental state has been unstable lately, so I can't hold the ceremony."

"Could you hold an appraisal ceremony for me and take a look at these two magical artifacts?"

Hill took the two items and examined them closely. He carefully touched the surface of the black wallet and asked curiously.

"Where did you get this?"

Evan grinned and recounted what had happened the previous night.

Of course, he didn't mention the debuff he had, but focused on Sap's promise not to cause trouble and how frantic he looked at the time.

After hearing this, Hill covered her mouth and laughed uncontrollably. Then she stood on tiptoe and hugged Evan's neck.

"You brat! You're still so good at teasing people!"

"I've figured it out! You're really good at playing dumb."

"As long as you put on that innocent, clueless look, I'll be fooled by you."

Evan scratched his head: "Senior sister, I'm not stupid, I'm just naturally ditzy."

Hill chuckled: "Silly boy, is there a difference between natural dementia and stupidity?"

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"Ivan chose to remain silent."

Hill readily agreed to the authentication.

The two arrived at the dock area, first went to a shop to buy the ceremony materials, and then found an empty alley.

Evan was still a little worried: "Senior sister, it's Saturday today, are you sure you can manage?"

Hill said confidently, "Looks like I'll have to show you something today."

Then Ivan saw what it meant to specialize in something.

Hill didn't even need to draw a magic circle. He simply cleared an area, placed the relevant offerings, and whispered a few words.

The soul responsible for the identification suddenly appeared.

It was evident that the soul showed considerable awe upon seeing Hill, even bowing before beginning the identification process.

When Evan saw this, he was completely stunned.

He still clearly remembers the first time he underwent the examination.

After that bastard came out and ate the offerings, he even gave himself the middle finger!

It was only after being subdued by its own web of slime that it finally calmed down.

How can the difference between these two sides be so great?

Just as he was feeling resentful, Hill had already completed the assessment.

Hill handed over his wallet first.

"As Vic said, this is a level four magical artifact called the Exquisite Wallet."

"The wallet can hold up to $30,000 in cash, or some soft items of the same volume, such as a dollar bird or some identification documents."

Evan was immediately filled with joy and excitement: "Great! With this, won't I be able to carry all my important identification documents with me at all times?"

"You don't even need to keep your money in the bank anymore!"

Hill nodded: "It is indeed a very convenient item, but the cost is not small."

"Once you start using it, you'll need to spend at least five dollars a week on your wallet."

Ivan paused for a moment, then asked, "What do you mean by 'spending five dollars on your wallet'?"

Hill shook the wallet: "For example, give this wallet a makeover, clean it, apply essential oils, and perform related maintenance."

"You can't pay upfront; it has to be the standard five-dollar service."

"Otherwise, it will not only devour everything in your wallet, but also take away your savings."

"If you have no savings, it will take your life at the market price of pork."

Evan pursed his lips, suddenly realizing that the wallet wasn't so appealing anymore.

"A wallet is this delicate? Five dollars a week for maintenance? Does it think it's some kind of princess?"

Hill smiled and took out the bone disc again.

"This is a level 5 magical artifact called the Ghoul Amulet."

"After activating this amulet, you can sense ghouls within a one-kilometer radius."

"But at the same time, ghouls will also be attracted to you."

"The most typical example is that they will enter your dream directly through the dream world and pull your soul into the dream world."

"As for the cost, it's the same as other amulets—there's no cost."