The violent explosion seemed to have never happened and did not affect anything in the apartment, including Lloyd, who was lying disheveled on the bed.
The only one injured was the witch Shelia, and her body turned into ashes.
Locke also crawled out of the mirror. His legs were injured and he really couldn't stand up.
Erin walked to Shelia's burning ashes, picked up the purple luminous object on the ground, and swallowed it directly into her stomach.
As for the red crystal necklace, it was thrown directly into Locke's hands.
"What did you eat?"
Locke asked in surprise.
"This is called a witch's heart. Only people...special witches can possess it. Each witch's heart has rich magic power. Witches can gain strength faster by devouring each other's witch hearts."
Since Locke had accomplished something this time and was seriously injured, Irene patiently explained.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Locke felt that Irene was more attractive, and a greedy expression gradually appeared in his eyes.
Erin turned back into the black cat again, and Locke's eyes returned to clarity.
What's going on here? Have you been thinking about this since you entered this apartment? Is it really like Hannah said that she has reached the stage where she wants to fall in love?
"What I swallowed was the witch's heart of the witch of desire. It's normal that you can't stand the charm."
Irene was also concerned about the physical and mental health of the servants, so she reminded him.
Locke's face turned red and he wanted to quibble.
"I actually don't have such thoughts about ordinary members of the opposite sex."
"Well, I know you like witches. Locke, who is not doing his job properly, is looking for Miss Witch all day long."
Erin said teasingly again.
Locke sweats.
You can’t get over this joke, right?
It seems that the only way is to wait until her favorability reaches 100, and then educate her on how to be a well-behaved, sensible and obedient kitten who does not offend people.
"What is the pink mist that just escaped?"
Locke asked.
"A trace of desire belonging to the Desire Witch. You can regard it as her clone. You don't need to worry about it. This clone has no memory in the short term and poses no threat to us."
Eileen pointed to the red candle that fell on the ground,
"Good stuff, put it away."
Locke glanced at the strange candle on the ground warily, "Does it need special treatment? Is there any problem if you touch it directly with your hands? Do you want to purify it first?"
"This is called the Shadow Candle, numbered C201, and its common frequency value with you is at least 7. You don't have to worry. If you hold it and use it, there will be no side effects. At most, you will just feel a little cold."
Erin said.
Locke was stunned, "What do you mean? What is the common frequency value? How to judge this?"
"The co-frequency value is a value that measures the tolerance between the user and the monster. The higher your tolerance, the higher the co-frequency value. The higher the value, the smaller the side effects of the user carrying the monster. If the value is too low, , it is very likely that he was directly killed by the strange thing."
Erin licked her cat's paw and asked brightly,
"When the shadow candle was lit just now, did you have no other reaction besides being a little scared?"
Locke nodded.
"That's right. When most people see these shadows, in addition to being afraid, they will also have a very negative emotion. They will even see their most painful memories and suffer severe mental pollution. But you have nothing. This It proves that your common frequency value is quite high, at least 7. For specific testing, you need to go to the relevant departments, such as the Oddity Investigation Bureau. Let’s go, this fat man should wake up.”
Erin pointed at Lloyd, who was lying unharmed on the bed.
If he hadn't wanted to restore Hannah's reputation and find justice for the dead Wei Na, Locke would have wanted to send him directly to see his mistress.
Locke put the C201 Shadow Candle into his coat pocket, put the camera in place, took out the single photo on Shelia's bedside table, put it in his clothes, and walked out of the apartment carrying the wooden box.
Crossing Sycamore Street, I came to Wells District again, returned the camera, exchanged the collateral, folded the new coat and put it back in the paper bag, and exchanged it for my old coat.
This is to prevent the coachman from randomly shouting the price when crossing the Trey Bridge. The original fee of 20 meters may rise to 30 meters because of this dress.
It was already 11 o'clock in the evening when Locke returned to Old Tom's apartment.
Hannah was so worried that she couldn't sleep because her brother had not come home. She came home 2 hours earlier than her brother and arrived at the door of the house before chaos broke out in the Pat area.
As a journalist, Hannah knows the current situation of this neighborhood very well.
There are too many floating people, and many young women need to protect themselves, especially at night.
Hannah was relieved to see Locke arrive home safely.
"Locke, why are you so late? Did you encounter any trouble?"
"Of course, there was a near miss. We met a terrible witch. If it hadn't been for Xiao Ai, I might not have been able to come back."
Locke said honestly.
Hannah frowned, "I'm asking you seriously, but you are always like this. When will you mature and get rid of this frivolous character?"
"What I said is true, Xiao Ai can testify."
"Meow~"
Hannah looked at one person and one cat, and shook her head helplessly.
"What are you holding in your hand? Did you go shopping?"
Hannah looked at the shopping bag in Locke's hand in disbelief.
Locke took out the orange coat and said, "Yes, I bought it as a New Year's gift. Hannah, try it out to see if it fits."
"Locke!"
Hannah stamped her feet, without any expression of joy on her face, and her eyebrows were raised.
"Go back! Where did you get the money? Don't tell me you saved Miss Lucy again!"
"Yes, Hannah, I saved Miss Lucy again. She was very grateful to us and sent a box of money."
"Locke, if you continue to be so immoral, I will be angry."
Hannah said with a headache.
Locke took Hannah's hand, took her into the bedroom, opened the closet, and took out the black box.
Under Hannah's confused gaze, he opened the black leather suitcase.
The colorful Mick in the suitcase seemed to have magic power and instantly caught Hannah's eye.
Even though Hannah is not a money worshiper, the pressure of life often makes her breathless. Suddenly seeing so many Micks, she feels like she is dreaming.
Hannah covered her cheek, "Locke, hurry up, pinch me, I'm afraid this is just a dream."
"Hannah, this is not a dream, this is a gift from fate."
Locke said with a smile.
After finishing speaking, Locke always felt a cold wind blowing behind him.
Could it be that he is really being targeted by the God of Destiny?
He couldn't help having this thought again, and when he turned around, he found that the window in Hannah's bedroom was open.
Hey, you're scaring yourself.
"Locke, is this really from Miss Lucy?"
Hannah suddenly had some doubts. Miss Lucy was just an excuse made by Locke. The person he was actually dating was Miss Locke.
Locke also defrauded Miss Locke from this money.
If so, the money must be returned.
Hannah can't let her brother become the kind of man who eats soft food. This is her promise to her parents and her responsibility to her brother.
"Locke, although our family is poor now."
Hannah wants to start her education mode. She has actually liked educating Locke since she was a child, which is related to the knowledge sect she believes in.
Unfortunately, before she could finish speaking, Locke had already pulled her from the bedroom back to the living room and put on his new coat.
"Hannah, do you look good?"
