The Magician of the Beautiful World

Strange had no doubts that if he didn't stop it, the police would probably come to his door soon.

This was not the result Strange expected. Strange would be ashamed if something like that happened.

"Satisfied now, Sherlock?" Everett looked at all this with a frown. "Although there are various ways to get an answer, you have gone too far."

"Shut up, John." Strange didn't bother to pay attention to Everett so much, he opened the bag again and took some herbs from it.

Randomly found a cup of Strange and threw these herbs into it, and then took a cup of hot water to neutralize them together.

It didn't take long for the cup of hot water to turn a light blue color, which looked very mysterious.

"What is this?" Everett looked at Strange's movements strangely: "What kind of magical potion is it? Can it make her forget everything just now?"

"Of course not." Strange replied calmly, and then looked at Everett with disdain: "But I can make her forget all about it—including the uncertain reality or dream she might see. Things in it. Of course, I prefer to be in reality."

"Wow, is there such a magical thing?"

"The leaves of the blue grass, the root of this thing is like a head, very scary. But it also has a magical effect, the root can be used to make a life-saving potion - visceral regeneration potion. Its leaves are also very It is very useful, and can concoct some potions that have troubled people in the past, and this is what I use now."

"Wow, isn't that a hallucinogen?"

"No, I prefer to call it Wangyoushui."

While pouring the blue liquid into Ms. Comia's mouth, Strange manipulated the magic power to guide the memories she should forget.

Soon Strange finished all this, and Strange, who was relieved, stood up and picked up Ms. Comia and put her on the sofa.

"Let's go, John." Strange said: "She just said that she went to the basement, I think we should go and have a look."

"Yeah." Everett nodded: "Seriously, is Bi going to change his career?"

"what?"

"I think you sell this water for money, and help people erase some unpleasant memories by the way. I think this is not only safe but also more profitable, isn't it?"

Chapter 560 The Smell of Perfume

Strange looked at Everett with eyes like an idiot, and finally shook his head and didn't even bother to pay attention to this guy.

Although this guy's idea is very novel, and Strange did bring the herbalism learned in the magic world back to the world of ordinary people to use.

But that's a matter of the future. Now Strange is still obediently completing the tasks assigned by Noah, so he really doesn't have the time to think about these things.

Shaking his head, Strange walked directly towards the basement of Comia's house, and Everett shrugged indifferently and followed.

Although it was the first time he came to this house, Everett was obviously very talented in this area, or it was his previous professional instinct that allowed him to quickly find the entrance to the basement.

"It should be here." Everett pointed to a door and said: "In this style of house, the entrance to the basement is usually located near the living room on the first floor. And have you noticed that this door is obviously locked The door is locked, but the other doors have no problems in this regard."

"It seems that she is avoiding this incident both physically and psychologically." Strange nodded: "Seriously, what do you think about what she said just now?"

"I don't have any idea, before I find the body or other evidence." Everett spread his hands: "She was very scared, and she was very reluctant to recall the previous things, which meant that she might have had some bad experiences. Such an experience Make her suffer, let her choose to forget, but she is also a suspect, isn't she?"

Strange nodded, and Everett was obviously thinking of going with him.

Indeed, if the werewolf was not considered, I'm afraid that the person who asked them for help might really be a murderer, because Strange found that the bloody reality was getting stronger and stronger.

Is there something wrong with the truth potion?

Strange thought silently in his heart that Comia was still repeating words like werewolves cannibalism even after drinking the Veritaserum Potion.

But regardless of the result, Strange felt that he should continue to investigate.

Raising his hand slightly, the pale golden luster gathered into a hexagram shape, and Strange shook his hand slightly concentratedly: "The Alahoo hole is open!"

As his words fell, there was a click sound from the door in front of them.

Everett glanced at Strange in confusion, and the next moment he noticed that the door opened by itself, even though there was a pile of things behind the door that seemed to be pushed away by an invisible force!

"Wow!" Everett looked at Strange in disbelief: "I think, actually, would it be a better choice for you to be a thief or a locksmith? What kind of spell is this? The door-opening spell?"

"Idiot." Strange rolled his eyes: "Alahodong is indeed a spell used to open locks, and it is even called a thief's friend. But this thing can't open any door, at least I There is no way to open the place of study."

"Where did you study?"

Everett had heard Strange talk more than once about where he studied, his mentor, and so on.

But Strange never said exactly where that place was, which made Everett very interested.

Shaking his head, Everett felt that it was better not to think about these things.

Touching his chin, Everett asked curiously: "The door-opening spell, the spell for attacking, the spell for awakening and sleeping, what else do you really know?"

"It's more or less, it's not much. But among the spells I have mastered, this is probably the one I'm most familiar with."

"The door opening curse? Why? Do you often open the door of other people's houses?"

"No, where I study, the wifi password is this."

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The two chatted all the way, but the more they walked into the basement, the more they became silent.

This basement is not small, because it is connected to the garage on the side, but the door leading to the garage seems to be locked.

And the further down, Strange seemed to be able to smell a strong and disgusting smell.

Strange was [-]% sure that it was definitely the smell of blood, but the bottom was so clean that it seemed that there was no sign of anyone coming.