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

Chapter 185 (4/10 Seeking monthly votes) The students of the University of Michigan are all amazing!

Aside from distance, the secondary brain's previous commands to me were merely basic instructions such as bending over, lying down, and waking up.

In addition to these basic commands, the current secondary brain can even assist Ivan in activating his extraordinary abilities.

In other words, if Evan were to encounter an attack in the future, even if his normal brain were to completely shut down, his secondary brain would still be able to control his body to escape, and then activate his extraordinary abilities to save himself during the escape.

"This way, the secondary brain will have more and more uses." Ivan breathed a long sigh of relief, full of joy.

Previously, the secondary brain was not widely used.

He was of no help on the front lines, and because of the Silver Key, he dared not let others know about the existence of the secondary brain.

Its only use each day is to use the secondary brain to hunt wild animals and catch some rats to solve the problem of thirst.

After all, the previous secondary brain wasn't very strong and didn't have any special abilities.

But today's secondary brain is completely different.

Although the three extraordinary traits only have a one-stage effect.

Putting aside everything else, its most direct use right now is if a teammate has a mental breakdown due to some issues, or encounters some kind of mental control.

The secondary brain can then transform into liquid and pounce on the target, turning itself into a fog of brain plague to cut off other mental attacks.

Furthermore, Evan could also take a piece of his own blood and have the secondary brain envelop his body.

Then, at the crucial moment, the secondary brain suddenly appears and throws it onto the enemy's body to complete the counterattack.

"Tsk tsk! Another day of rapid growth!"

"sleep!"

The peaceful night passed quickly.

Feeling embarrassed to keep freeloading, Evan had to spend one dollar and twenty cents each morning to eat a breakfast that was only about three-tenths full.

But thinking about the possibility of a fight on the train, Evan, who was already preparing to pay and leave, turned to the waiter who was clearing away the dishes.

"Give me two more servings from the menu, both topped with a thick sauce."

The waitress was a woman who was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old.

She wore a faded cotton apron, and her brown hair was clipped back with a metal clip.

Upon hearing this, her eyes widened immediately, and she instinctively looked down.

The bowls and plates piled up in front of me had been wiped clean of soup and oil stains by bread.

She even had the illusion that these bowls and plates wouldn't even need to be washed in the kitchen.

"Two portions? The same ones?" The waiter's voice trembled slightly.

Evan nodded: "Yes, two, the same."

The waiter paused for a moment, then said, "Sir, this will cost quite a bit of money."

Ivan said lazily, "I know~"

He then took out his elegant wallet and pulled out a ten-dollar bill: "Is this enough?"

The waiter immediately said, "That's enough! That's enough!"

Then, under the astonished gaze of the waiter, Ivan ate what could only be described as an enormous amount of food.

The waiters covered their mouths in disbelief, while the always stern-faced boss remained much calmer.

"Alright Gina, stop staring at the customers. There are plenty of customers who eat a lot."

The waitress immediately came to her senses, lowered her head, and began working.

Ivan immediately gave this worldly boss a thumbs up.

After a satisfying meal, Ivan patted his stomach and walked out of the restaurant with a contented look on his face, returning to Armitage's museum.

When Evan returned, he found three more people in the lobby on the first floor.

The most eye-catching one is a woman.

He was wearing a black overcoat, with a simple white cashmere cotton sweater underneath, and corduroy trousers on the bottom.

The woman was not very tall, and her face was obscured by a black veil covering her head.

She raised her arms to hold something wrapped in layers of blankets, like a mother soothing her child to sleep.

There are two men, one on the left and one on the right, next to this woman.

The man on the left is wearing glasses.

He was wearing a gray and white men's three-piece suit. He wasn't very tall, had a thin face, but was quite good-looking.

Her golden hair was parted in a messy 3/7 style, and the blue eyes behind her glasses carried a melancholy and depth that shouldn't be present at her age.

On the right is a young man with chestnut hair and a gentle, scholarly air.

He was wearing a black wool coat over a fine wool vest and a neat white shirt.

Although he looks relatively ordinary, his whole being exudes an artistic aura.

However, he didn't look well; he had large bags under his eyes and didn't seem to be in good spirits.

The three of them were standing there at that moment.

The woman was muttering something to herself, seemingly oblivious to everything happening around her.

The other two young men were looking at Dr. Armitage with respectful expressions.

Armitage seemed to have just finished speaking with the three of them when he saw Ivan, who was covered in the aroma of food, walk in.

"Let me introduce you! This is Evan Ludwig Arkham, an outstanding investigator who recently joined our school."

Upon hearing the surname Arkham, the chestnut-haired, artistic young man strode over.

In the center of the thick eye bags were a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Then he rushed up and grabbed Ivan's hand excitedly, asking, "My dear fellow countryman! Would you be interested in joining me, our souls intertwined, to reach that mountain peak that only perfect art can describe?"

"day!"

Upon hearing this, Ivan felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively shook off his hand, saying, "Are there no normal people who come from Arkham?"

From the other person's mention of being from the same hometown, Evan instantly deduced that this guy was also from Arkham Town.

His eccentric behavior seemed to confirm the stereotypes about those aristocratic students.

At the same time, another rather handsome, short, blond young man walked over, revealing a neat smile, and after shaking Ivan's hand, he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"What incredibly strong and powerful hands! If only they could be cut off, made into a specimen, and then integrated into my body—"

"Oh, that's absolutely wonderful!"

Even though Evan considered himself a god, he willingly conceded defeat to these two.

With his superior physical abilities, he easily shook off the two men's enthusiastic advances and asked Armitage.

"Doctor, are these the two students you mentioned?"

Armitage smiled and said, "Yes, the mission isn't difficult, and there's hardly any danger."

"So we released those two guys to give them some experience."

"They were all normal students at the University of Michigan before."

"Later, due to some special circumstances, they were drawn into the supernatural event and successfully became part-time student investigators on this side."

At this point, Dr. Armitage lowered his voice slightly.

"The blond young man with glasses is named Herbert West, a sophomore at the University of Miscatnik's medical school."

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"This guy is quite reclusive. He was adopted by ghouls when he was young and his body has been tainted with some extraordinary energy."

"After growing up, I developed a rather eccentric personality and always wanted to create a perfect life."

"Later, he caused a lot of trouble at school, including killing a large number of rabbits, mice, cats, dogs, monkeys and other animals, and then trying to resurrect them."

Ivan nodded: "If nothing unexpected happens, this guy will probably kill someone next."

Armitage nodded: "Yes, but just before he was about to take that step, he was attacked by ghouls."

"After being rescued, he became a kind person and is currently an apprentice."

"After entering the extraordinary realm, his mental state became much more normal, and he lost much of his aggression and perverse sense of humor."

"He's retained his old habits and speaking style, which is a bit strange, but now he's considered a well-behaved student."

Ivan hummed in agreement: "And the other one, Doctor?"

Armitage continued.

"The other one, who exudes an artistic aura, belongs to the history department at the University of Michigan, and his name is Edward Pickman Derby."

"He was a very talented poet, but later he fell in love with a girl and got involved in some of the Innsmouth incidents."

"He was almost possessed by the soul of his wife's uncle, and his own soul was even put into his wife's corpse."

"This caused him to lose his sense of gender for a period of time, and now he has become a psychic."

"Because of his terrible past experiences, he has gradually given up on the pursuit of physical desires and has instead begun to seek a kind of spiritual stimulation and fusion."

After a two-second pause, Ivan gave his assessment: "They are indeed two extraordinary individuals! But don't tell me all the students at the University of Michigan are like this?"

Armitage laughed and said, "Not at all. These two guys are just a bit odd in their personalities and way of speaking, but they can still get things done."

Just as the two were talking, Edward and Herbert walked over.

The two naturally overheard Ivan's conversation. Edward said in that strange tone, "Great Healing Father above! I understand your prejudice against me, just as I am against those disgusting sea creatures."

"But please believe me, brave investigator."

"If you are willing to connect with my soul, you will surely be able to see my true nature and thus understand my outstanding character and talents."

As Evan listened, his eyes twitched incessantly, and he wished he could just slap him across the face.

Herbert, standing beside him, was utterly disdainful of this theory, his blue eyes behind his glasses filled with fanaticism: "The soul is nothing but a vague mass of energy! What kind of essence can it reveal, what kind of talent can it discern?"

"The true essence of human existence lies in the physical body!"

"A beautiful and handsome body can save us a lot of trouble and bring us a lot of praise."

"Ugly bodies will be scorned and cursed, and may even find it difficult to survive!"

"Therefore, we should pursue the perfect body and create the perfect body!"

"Only the physical body is proof that a human being has lived."

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Edward shouted, "How utterly vulgar! You stupid groundhog!"

Herbert immediately retorted: "Vanity and superficiality! You peacock floating in mid-air!"

Ivan sighed helplessly and turned to ask, "Do you really enjoy pushing me to my limits?"

Armitage laughed and said, "It's not that difficult. There will be someone to take over when we get to Bolton City."

"At that time, these two rascals will be sent to the Healing Church for some training and management."

Evan finally understood.

On the surface, they were sending a mixed-race baby, but in reality, there were three other patients besides this mixed-race baby.

Armitage then led Ivan to the inner room and explained the details of the mission.

"This mission may encounter attacks, especially from the Deep Ones."

"If you encounter threats that could endanger the lives of ordinary people, you can make some compromises."

"If the other party just wants to take the baby away, you should stop them to the best of your ability."

"If they have already taken the baby, there is no need for you to blame yourself too much or pursue them excessively."

"Just offer the resistance you deem appropriate."

Evan was somewhat confused: "Doctor, do you actually want this baby sent to Bolton City or not?"

Armitage pulled two bills from the pockets of his vest with both hands.

The right hand has fifty dollars, and the left hand has thirty dollars.

He raised his right hand first: "If you can get these four people to the Healing Church, you can get this fifty dollars."

"If the baby gets lost during this process, you can get this thirty dollars."

Armitage sighed as he said this.

"Not every task is considered complete only if it is done perfectly."

"Of all the cases investigated by our investigators in the past, more than 70% ended in failure and regret."

"Therefore, the relevant plans we formulate now all have two or three standards."

"The minimum standard this time is that the baby can be abandoned, but you and others cannot get hurt, and don't make a big fuss."

Ivan nodded immediately: "Understood."

Armitage nodded: "Any other questions?"

Ivan patted his chest: "No way! It's just escorting a few amazing people, it's easy and fun."

The two then walked out of the conference room, with Armitage giving them a final reminder as they went.

"That mother, James, has a mental instability; she can become hysterical when provoked."

"Take extra care of her."

Ivan nodded: "Okay."

The two finally returned to the hall.

Edward and Herbert were still arguing heatedly.

Meanwhile, the poor female classmate James was still holding her child and humming a strange tune.

It seemed as if nothing else in the world concerned her.

With Miller's help, the four of them, along with a baby, boarded a carriage belonging to the University of Miscatnik and traveled to Union Station.

Union Station in New Haven remained as quaint and solemn as ever in the morning mist, bearing the marks of time.

The University of Michigan reimbursed the train tickets for this trip, and the four of them were arranged into a private compartment.

So the overall environment is relatively quiet.

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