Whispering Verse

The investigation went very smoothly. After bidding farewell to Miss Mary, Shade and the black-haired maid returned to the Three Cats Hotel in Anthem Square for lunch. None of them had eaten just now, and the Three Cats Hotel was considered a better restaurant in this area.

While waiting for the food to be served, Miss Servit checked the music scores, while Shade looked at the potions against the light.

"Mr. Hamilton, do you think Miss Mary just now really doesn't feel sorry or sad at all about Mr. Bundy's death?"

She suddenly asked, and Shade looked away from the bottle in his hand:

"Are you still thinking about this?"

He asked doubtfully, but still gave his opinion:

"The relationship between Mr. Bundy and her should be closer than we think, otherwise he would not have left so many personal items. Especially this medicine bottle. The North Mountain Opera Company only received an empty bottle from the inheritance, and the landlord also Not finding anything similar means that Mr. Bundy doesn't have much potion in his hands. But in this case, he can still leave half a bottle of potion with Miss Mary. What does this mean? "

The black-haired girl thought for a moment:

"So much trust that you can entrust your hope of continued light in the hands of the other person."

"Yes."

Shade nodded.

"But when you mentioned the musician's death just now, she showed no emotion."

Miss Servit asked again, and Shade shook his head:

"She is protecting herself. If we were Mr. Bundy's enemies, do you think we would be angry with her? And this kind of woman with rich social experience and a technical career at the bottom must have experienced various things. It's not her Hard-hearted, I’ve just seen too many.”

"In other words, is it possible that after we leave, she will hold the musician's coat and cry?"

She held her face in her hands and asked Shade, her long black hair brushing her ears.

Shade shook his head again:

"In my opinion, she is more likely to be calculating how much money those relics can bring her. How can the lower-class citizens care about romance and love? Everything we just said is our own inference. It is also possible that she really is I responded to Mr. Bundy's sincerity with false emotions. I'm not discriminating against this profession, but people in this profession are very good at acting."

The maid thought for a moment and nodded:

"That's true."

"And this is just someone else's story, and we are just witnessing it. What's the difference between true and false? What I care more about than Miss Mary and Mr. Bundy is what this bottle of potion does."

Shade frowned while holding the medicine bottle.

Generally speaking, it is rare for a ring magician to rashly use a potion that he does not know the effect of, especially if the potion needs to be dripped into the eyes.

But Mr. Bundy has proved by himself that this bright yellow oil-like medicine only causes users to see strange things and cause madness, and does not cause direct harm. What Shade is least afraid of is mental damage. He has seen more terrible things than most ring warlocks.

And since Mr. Bundy died of suicide rather than a direct head explosion, it means that what he saw was not very scary. So before an afternoon visit with ophthalmologist Jacob Alfred, Schade decided to try using an extremely small amount of the medicine himself.

Miss Servit was of course very opposed to it, but Shade was very confident, because after the fingers came into contact again, "she" in her ears still believed that the potion itself was not harmful in any way.

After lunch at the Three Cats Hotel, Shade asked for a small room on the third floor of the hotel. The room is not big. The three pieces of furniture, including the wardrobe, bed, and desk, leave almost no room to stay in the room.

Shade took off his coat and lay on the washed white sheets, and then asked Miss Servit to drop the medicine into his right eye.

"Are you really sure it's okay?"

She was still very worried.

"Of course, I trust myself."

Shade smiled as he lay there and said:

"Besides, it took Mr. Bundy two months to be forced to commit suicide. I am a ring magician, how can I be more fragile than him. Come on, after the experiment, we will go find that Dr. Alfred."

Shade patted his face, then closed his left eye and opened his right eye.

Miss Servitt sat down on the bed with some embarrassment, took off the cork of the bottle, pointed her finger, and a full drop of liquid flew out.

"So Mr. Hamilton, are you ready?"

"certainly."

The droplets were suspended above Shade's eyes, but the black-haired girl did not let it fall:

"How about I do it?"

"Miss Servit, Miss Carina said that you have to listen to me today."

"The lady didn't say that. She just asked me to be your assistant."

She defended softly, then let the droplets enter Shade's eyes.

The liquid got into his eyes, but Shade didn't blink. Most of the liquid soaks into the eyeball, and a small amount slides from the corner of the eye along the side of the face. This feeling is actually no different from eye drops.

After getting used to the feeling of a small amount of liquid entering his eyes, he lay on the bed with his shoes on, clasping his hands on his chest and looking at the yellowed ceiling.

After a few seconds, I felt a cold feeling in my right eye, and then the slight spirit in the liquid took effect.

A halo of blood appeared in front of Sha De's eyes, and then the halo became stronger and stronger until Sha De could clearly see all the blood in his field of vision.

"What?"

He sat up immediately.

"how?"

Miss Servit hurriedly supported Shade:

"what happened?"

"My spell [Echo of Blood] has run automatically."

Shade sat up and blinked his eyes desperately, but the [Echo of Blood] running automatically showed no intention of stopping. And the effect of the spell this time was better than ever before.

Not only could he clearly see all the blood-colored halos in this room, but he could even clearly distinguish the halos from different periods through color and level, so much so that he could almost deduce the cause of each blood stain. Even in the "divine afterglow" state, Shade was unable to make the spell have such an effect.

Not only the spell, but everything in front of him became clearer than before. Shade's physical fitness is inherently strong, and his eyesight is also extremely excellent. But at this time, what I saw through my right eye became clearer. This was a feeling I had never experienced before.

Even looking out through the room window, the city in the hazy mist in the distance can be clearly captured.

Close your right eye again and observe with your normal left eye, everything returns to its original state.

"This potion can enhance the spells and thaumaturgy related to the eyes in a short period of time, and greatly enhance eyesight!"

Shade came to a conclusion, and then looked at the bottle held by the maid. The enhanced vision even allowed him to clearly see the tiny pores on the opponent's wrists and palms, and he came to the conclusion:

"Miss Servit, your skin is so beautiful."