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

Chapter 190 (9/10, requesting monthly votes) Damn it, how dare you steal my crucible!?

At this point, Edward gasped and exclaimed in amazement.

"God Father above!"

"Is this... the only way to become a legendary investigator?"

A sneeze!

Inside the private room, Ivan had already returned the child to James.

James, who was unhypnotized, seemed to be gripped by a sense of panic because the ritual was interrupted.

In the instant she came to her senses, she instinctively let out an extremely piercing scream.

Evan couldn't take it anymore and immediately unleashed a Fog Brain Plague.

Then the scream stopped abruptly.

The world became quiet.

Seeing this, Ivan couldn't help but sigh.

"That scream is like a female supporting character's scream in a horror movie, it's unbearable!"

The rest of the journey was uneventful, and Evan and his group returned smoothly to Bolton South Station.

After the setbacks on the road, Ivan showed almost no sign of letting up.

A pair of eyes were fixed on the child in James's arms, never leaving his side.

As for the other three troublemakers, they still haven't regained control of their bodies.

The tree spirit was completely terrified; it was almost about to pee its pants.

The demon remained unconscious, and the poetess was still in a daze.

The three people were escorted off the train by the train guard and placed in a temporary isolation room.

It was snowing in Bolton at this time.

The snowflakes weren't large, but they fell gently, finally giving this city, which was shrouded in coal smoke all day, a wintery feel.

The square in front of the station was bustling with people, and the snow was being melted by the dense footsteps, leaving the area muddy as far as the eye could see.

Evan stood in the station square with a few lively fellows, his eyes scanning left and right, and he quickly spotted a familiar face in the crowd: Richard.

This burly, square-faced man was still wearing that worn-out secondhand jacket, with a faded old shirt underneath.

He was wearing an incredibly thick cashmere coat on the outside, and a thick cotton hat wrapped tightly around his head, leaving only his square face, with his nose red from the cold, showing.

He didn't look like an expert witcher at all; he looked more like an old man who was afraid of the cold.

The moment Ivan saw Richard, he understood who the person Dr. Armitage had mentioned was.

Richard walked over laughing, opened his thickly gloved arms, and gave Evan a big bear hug.

He then stepped back half a step, looked around carefully, and said with satisfaction.

"Good, good, good! What a fine lad! Now that he's come this far, I can finally rest easy!"

That loud voice was full of relief and joy.

Ivan smiled and asked, "So, you were the one in charge of the backup in Bolton City, senior brother!"

Richard nodded: "In the Bolton area, I'd say I'm a long-time partner of the University of Michigan."

While the two were talking, Edward walked over eagerly: "Mr. Tyson, it's been a long time!"

Herbert, standing nearby, nodded in greeting, his face showing respect.

It's clear that these two men seemed to know Richard before.

After a brief exchange, Richard picked up the two clowns, along with James and his mother, and put them on the carriage.

After the group boarded the carriage, Richard turned and asked, "Would you like a ride along the way?"

Evan shook his head, pointed in the direction of the station, and said, "There are still things to take care of. Let's get together properly after Christmas in a few days."

Richard didn't ask any more questions, grinned, and got into the carriage.

After the carriage wheels rolled away, kicking up splattered snow and mud, Evan turned and walked to the platform to make a phone call.

Twenty minutes later, Gray and his partner Peg arrived at the train station in a carriage.

At this point, Ivan had broken free of the control over the demon and the poetess.

The three people looked like wilted eggplants, their faces pale and heads drooping as they sat listlessly on the benches.

Gray is now wearing a heavy black cashmere trench coat and a cotton hat on his head.

However, the cigar that was never lit in his mouth and the big gold tooth that gleamed whenever he opened his mouth were still particularly eye-catching.

"Wow! Arkham! That's some rapid progress!"

Gray, who had just walked in, immediately sensed the change in Ivan. He gave him a warm hug first, and then his gaze fell on the three people next to him.

When the three of them saw Gray, they were immediately overjoyed, as if they had seen a savior. They hurriedly stood up and tried to come over, but then they saw Ivan glare at them sideways.

The three men immediately froze on the spot, standing at attention and not daring to move an inch.

What I just experienced on the train was truly terrifying.

The three of them had been reflecting on their actions for nearly twenty minutes, but they still had no idea how they had gotten infected.

The tree spirit was terrified of the feeling of its roots rapidly rotting and becoming limp and powerless.

I can still recall the feeling of that rotting flesh.

The demon was horrified by the desperate agony of his entire soul convulsing violently.

Although he had already fainted, his soul was still actively moving.

He clearly felt his soul being molded into a circle by an invisible force.

They were stretched taut, enduring endless torment.

The female poet was alright; after being hit instantly, she felt as if the whole world had suddenly stopped.

When she came to her senses, all she felt was a deep-seated fear.

She was shocked to discover that a full two and a half hours had passed!

They were not without encountering experts.

But this expert in front of me is really too strange.

Seeing the three men's terrified expressions, Gray laughed and walked over, saying, "Come back to the police station with me. I've already notified your boss."

Then Evan followed Gray, escorting the three men out of the station and back into the swirling snow.

Ivan, breathing out hot air, asked curiously, "What will happen to those three afterwards?"

Gray said casually, "Make a statement and pay the fine."

Ivan raised an eyebrow: "It's that simple?"

Gray retorted, "Then how complicated do you want it to be? It didn't cause any casualties among ordinary people, nor did it result in any major accidents."

"It's normal for conflicts to arise between superhumans when they take on jobs, and neither side was seriously injured."

"Each of the three people will pay a fine of one hundred dollars, and thirty percent of that will be your reward for your contribution."

Ivan nodded: "Got it! The punishment is about the same as for a normal fight?"

Gray grinned, his gold tooth flashing. "That's right."

"Or will the money be deposited directly into your bank account, like before?"

Ivan hummed in agreement.

After watching Gray's carriage disappear, he boarded the tram and returned to Gooding Street.

Although I've traveled this road several times already.

But every time I return to Guding Street from the station, I feel an inexplicable sense of urgency and familiarity, like a wanderer returning home.

Especially returning to the most familiar place from that completely unfamiliar New Haven.

This contrast made Ivan eager to return home every time.

The further the tram went, the heavier the snow fell.

Forty minutes later, Ivan walked through the familiar alley and found that the ground was covered with snow.

Even the mud and slurry that we used to worry about splashing on us have now frozen into hard ice shells.

In the trash can on the street corner, the green-eyed orange cat that had fed it many mice before was now huddled inside, trembling.

Its thin body pressed tightly against the barrel wall, its tiny paws barely touching its own tail, trying to keep its pitiful body temperature steady.

Upon seeing Evan pass by, it instinctively let out a few weak meows from its green eyes.

Evan isn't exactly a cat lover, but he doesn't mind keeping some cute little animals.

Because he knew very well that if he didn't lend a hand, even though he had already given away quite a few mice, it would be a waste.

But this skinny little cat, which hasn't managed to build up enough fat, is 100% doomed to not survive the winter.

Thinking of this, he reached out and scooped the kitten out of the trash can, tucked it into his arms, and strode home.

Anyway, there's still a daily need to drink rat blood, and those corpses still need to be disposed of somewhere.

Besides, this is a world with extraordinary powers. Who knows, maybe one day this kitten will be able to become sentient and become one of my familiars!

Large, fluffy snowflakes fell in a flurry, covering the bustling Guding Street in a blanket of white.

Yet the streets remained bustling with people, a vibrant atmosphere filled with the aroma of cooking.

Pushing open the apartment door, Evan brushed the snowflakes off his shoulders and hat brim as he walked up the stairs, pulling out his keys as he went.

But just as he reached the door, his keen nose suddenly detected several scents that did not belong here.

"Other people have been here!"

Thinking of this, he immediately switched to his demon-hunting vision and spotted an unfamiliar footprint on the dimly lit stairwell floor.

He quickly pushed open the door.

really!

The floor inside the house was covered with many unfamiliar footprints, and the place was in a mess.

He soon discovered that his bed and wardrobe had been ransacked, and the second bedroom was in complete disarray.

Finally, he discovered that the trail of footprints led all the way into the kitchen.

"Holy crap! No way? I was only gone for one night!"

Ivan put the kitten down from his arms and quickly walked into the kitchen.

The ground was covered in spilled sewage, and the bronze crucible that had contained the sewage was nowhere to be found!

"Damn it! How dare they steal my cauldron!?"

"Which thief has the guts to do this?!"

Seeing this, Ivan was instantly enraged.

He turned around, grabbed a cotton hat that could completely cover his head, and put it on, covering his short, silver hair that resembled that of a witcher.

He then locked the door behind him and began to quickly track them down.

After stepping out of the building, the footprints had become blurred and indistinguishable due to the hustle and bustle of the crowds outside.

Fortunately, after being promoted to expert, his demon-hunting vision improved significantly, allowing him to still barely be able to pinpoint the direction the footprints were extending.

Following the trail of footprints, Evan headed south and soon arrived at the dock area.

The wind and snow at the seaside were exceptionally cold and biting.

The unusual footprints, invisible to ordinary people, meandered along the dock and finally stopped in a warehouse of a factory in the distance.

Evan remembered that it used to be a freight warehouse that had been bankrupt for almost half a year.

He had previously noticed the company that never turned on its lights and never had anyone coming in or out of its door when he was carrying sacks here.

Now, the company has actually reopened.

There were many workers in front of the gate, wrapped in thin old cotton clothes, going in and out, carrying boxes of goods on their shoulders, very busy.

Since there were too many ordinary people inside, Evan couldn't just go up and question them directly, for fear of alerting them.

He had considered using the Shadow Cloak to sneak in, but this place was a mixed bag of people.

This shadow cloak was one of his trump cards; if some random guy noticed it, it could easily cause unnecessary trouble.

Just then, he saw Parker standing not far away, loudly assigning tasks, so Ivan quickly walked over: "Uncle Parker!"

Parker, who had just finished assigning tasks, turned around and saw Ivan, his face immediately lighting up with surprise.

Despite the onset of winter, Parker wasn't dressed warmly, wearing only an old wool coat with a fur trim around the collar.

Despite the freezing weather, he was only wearing an old captain's hat on his head.

His nose and ears were red from the cold, but he didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all; on the contrary, he was full of energy.

Parker strode over and gave Ivan a big hug.

"It's been a long time, Arkham!"

Then, with a tone full of emotion, he said, "I don't know what kind of magic potion you fed me last time!"

"Since that injury healed completely, I feel stronger than ever before!"

"Even those old ailments that had plagued me for years have been cured at the same time."

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"In previous years, I would have already put on my cashmere coat by this time!"

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"But now! I feel like a young man in his early twenties!"

"It feels like there's a furnace burning inside my body!"

Looking at the spirited Parker, Ivan smiled happily and said, "Just like I told you last time, Uncle Parker, life is about movement!"

The more you exercise, the younger you become!

Parker chuckled. "What brings our Dr. Arkham to the docks today?"

He had recently heard the dockworkers talking about how Dr. Evan had helped several people and told them how to take their medicine.

Ivan cut straight to the point: "Something went missing from my house, and I discovered it was likely delivered to that company!"

He pointed and said, "I don't know much about this company, so I'm hoping to find some connections with you."

Parker followed Ivan's gaze and turned to look, then exclaimed, "Oh, Leisa Corporation!"

"This is a company that specializes in clothing trading. They ship all kinds of men's and women's clothing back and forth. It was only established in the last two weeks, but business seems to be booming."

"We recruited twenty or thirty workers in just one week, and they seem to be very busy every day."

Then he patted Ivan on the shoulder: "Ivan, just say what you need. Your Uncle Parker still has some influence around here!"

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