Locke and Erin sat in the middle of the kitchen, surrounded by a circle of candles.
There is also a mirror placed between the two of them, which separates Locke and Irene.
At this moment, the mirror is facing Locke, and the back is pointed at the black cat Irene.
Erin lit the candles around her, and the yellow glow instantly dispelled the darkness in the kitchen.
An inexplicable gust of wind blew in the kitchen, forming a wind wall, isolating the area circled by the candle from the surrounding area.
She chanted a spell in a language Locke didn't understand.
Those blue pupils instantly turned into blood red,
"Right now, take the potion."
At Erin's prompt, Locke picked up the glass bottle and put the black gelatinous substance into his mouth.
An indescribable taste filled the mouth.
Locke suppressed the feeling of vomiting and swallowed the potion.
The yellow candlelight turned into a faint blue in an instant, and Locke felt that his heart was beating slower and slower.
His breathing became difficult, his vision became blurred, and a suffocating pain enveloped him.
He held his head and wanted to scream in pain, but unfortunately no sound came out of his throat, as if his voice had been cruelly taken away.
The veins on his forehead bulged one by one, like water pipes about to explode, and cold sweat slid down his cheeks.
Locke fell to his knees and pounded the ground.
He looked at the mirror with difficulty, concentrated his attention, and saw that the life blood bar above his head had not changed significantly, so he was convinced that the poison that Irene gave him was not intestinal poison.
And his face is gradually changing, as if he is changing from a human to a cat.
His eyes gradually lost color.
Finally, he fell to the ground.
The candle on the floor was extinguished.
When he woke up again, his body had turned into a black cat.
The mirror in front of him was directly broken.
This feeling was very strange. He looked at his paws, tail, and touched his beard. From head to toe, he became a complete cat.
Well, a cat without balls.
Locke was a little sad.
"Do not touch me."
Locke heard his own voice ringing in his ears, which startled him and made the cat's hair explode.
When he raised his eyes, he saw the tall "Locke" leaning down and hugging him.
Erin stroked the hair on the black cat Locke and reminded him expressionlessly.
She likes to pet cats.
But he doesn’t like others touching his cat, let alone the cat which is still his own body.
"It turns out to be Xiao Ai."
Locke was relieved, but at the same time he was wary. Was the system bound to his body? Or soul?
If it's the body, will Xiao Ai discover her secret?
In order to verify my conjecture.
Locke performed a daring cat flip, a backflip, flipping out of Erin's body and spinning in a circle in the air.
Damn it, your body is so soft? !
Locke didn't expect that he could be so soft.
Pa Ta——
He fell heavily to the ground. If he hadn't been so hairy, it would have been painful.
The cat's fur becomes a natural cushion when it touches the ground, like a blanket spread on the ground.
Even so, Locke felt a dull pain in his head.
This feeling of my head hitting the ground was also my first time.
[Body coordination +1]
【Body coordination: 13/1000】
The panel prompts that popped up in front of him made Locke completely reassured.
The system is still here, which means that it is bound to the soul.
Eileen looked at the servant speechlessly,
"Have you had enough?"
"I just wanted to see if I could do a backflip."
Locke said, he was still a little unaccustomed to looking at his face from a unique perspective.
But what is certain is that this face has indeed become more handsome.
"What do we need to do now?"
Locke asked.
"sleep."
Erin said expressionlessly.
Yes, it's still night, and sleeping is what normal people do.
Moreover, the people from the Weird Investigation Bureau are most likely waiting for him to fall asleep, and then they can enter the dreamland to investigate.
Erin walked out of the kitchen, and Locke climbed up. He was not used to walking on four legs, especially with a long tail.
After some groping, I finally found my way to the same pace, even falling down from time to time.
Like a newborn kitten.
But what is surprising is that every time he explores, he will be prompted with +1 body coordination.
This is much more cost-effective than practicing radio gymnastics. You have to do one set to get +1.
Locke began to like the feeling of a cat learning to walk.
Irene ignored the servant's boring behavior. She lay down on the sofa, closed her eyes, and began to fall asleep.
It took Locke a full hour to walk from the kitchen to the sofa.
But the proficiency of body coordination has also reached 60, which has offset all the unfinished broadcast gymnastics yesterday, and there are many more.
If he and Erin exchanged bodies for two more days, Locke believed that it would not be a dream to reach 1,000 in body coordination proficiency.
Unfortunately, he is also very tired now. He stayed up late yesterday making soup stock and was running outside today. As a result, he now has no energy to continue working on it for several hours.
He stretched out his two front paws and tried to climb onto the sofa, but his back legs were completely powerless, causing him to fall back and fall to the ground.
He tried several times but failed, and Erin on the sofa was obviously asleep and had no intention of helping him.
He was like a cub that had just been born and was asked by its mother to fend for itself. He could only walk to the fire pot, curl up and fall asleep.
Locke fell asleep and woke up again.
Time seems to go back to a day ago.
Only this time, he actually had a God's perspective.
Locke soon realized that this was definitely not a time travel, but just a dream!
In the dimly lit kitchen, Locke saw another version of himself handling pork liver with a strong smell.
The black cat sat next to him, meowing "meow" from time to time.
There is a blurry black shadow not far away, which seems to have been watching another self.
The other one made dinner by himself, and Hannah, him and the black cat shared the delicious liver.
During this process, a blurry black figure with an unclear face also sat on the sofa in the living room, but Hannah, Black Cat and him were completely unaware of it, as if they couldn't see themselves.
It seems that both himself and the shadow are like ghosts.
After dinner, Hannah planned to go to Laszlo's alchemy factory, but he stopped her.
"It's too late, Hannah, I can just go alone."
Hannah frowned and said, "This is my business, I have to go."
"No, if you insist on holding me back, I will refuse to continue to help you. Next time you need to test samples, just go to Enzo yourself and pay the 100-gram test fee."
Hannah puffed up her cheeks angrily and sat down on the chair.
"Why am I holding you back? You are discriminating against women."
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."
He put on his old woolen coat, opened the iron door, and headed to Laszlo's alchemy factory.
The blurry black shadow also followed, less than 1 meter away from him...
