Yes, she finally understood what that feeling in her subconscious was. That was a situation that she had actually noticed a long time ago but had never paid attention to - the room at the end of the dream corridor should not have the wake-up incense lit all the time! A wake-up scent is a fragrance that has a strong invigorating effect, but it should not be used that way. In most cases, using a scent to refresh your body requires just spraying it from a perfume bottle onto your nose and mouth, or sniffing it like you would smelling salts. Keep lighting it and letting the fragrance spread is not only a serious waste, but also not good for your spirit over time! These were the records she saw in a notebook last night, written clearly by the lady herself! So she suspected that the scent lit in that room was not the awakening scent at all, but a higher-level perfume made with the awakening scent as the ingredient - the nourishing scent! "If these are just my personal suspicions, then Pusi's subsequent actions have completely confirmed these suspicions..." Hitzfeld recalled as he opened the door. At that time, she went to see Priscilla for physical therapy.
Physical therapy means entering into a dream. She has to fall asleep first and then find what she wants in her dream. But if she remembered correctly, Priscilla just turned off the "alcohol lamp" at that time. The lights went out, but the strong fragrance still lingered in the room. If that was really a refreshing scent, it would be impossible for her to fall asleep so quickly if she was always surrounded by the scent. Even if I did fall asleep, I would be awakened by the aroma every once in a while. So she was basically certain. At that time, the room was lit with nourishing incense. "No, no, no, I have some preconceived ideas..." He walked in, changed his shoes, and lay down on the sofa as usual, closing his eyes and recalling the details. "Pusiangsi...Pusiangsi never said that it was a refreshing fragrance, so this is not her problem. It's me. I made a wrong judgment from the beginning..." But, if that really is a nourishing incense...it doesn't make sense? The incense that can wake you up is extremely precious. Not to mention the nourishing incense made with the awakening incense as the material. This is something that can enhance the strength of spiritual thoughts. It is mild in nature and has few side effects. She estimates that the price per gram is more expensive than blood-veined gold. Is Pusangsi crazy to keep it burning all the time? It was impossible for her to know in advance that she would go there that day, which means that she lit the incense for herself. How extravagant does one have to be to do such a thing? Isn't she too rich? It’s not that Hitzfeld is petty and can’t stand others squandering money like this. It's like a rich person who has money and uses it as fuel every day. She would certainly think that the other person is mentally ill, but she can't blame him rashly.
But if this rich man dismantles and burns his house, car, and private jet every day, this is completely beyond common sense and is not normal. If only Pussy had a precious grandson at home. Or let's not talk about grandson. For a man like Villefort, it's understandable that Hitzfeld spent a lot of money to waste on nourishing incense to improve his strength. But there was only Priscilla herself. She is so old that half of her body is in the soil. She doesn't look like a fighter. What's the point of smelling this thing? Thinking of this, Hitzfeld suddenly woke up, ran back to the bedroom quickly, found the notebook he had copied last night, quickly flipped through the pages, and found a passage. [The Nourishing Spirit Incense is precious. It can not only increase the strength of the spiritual power, but also play a very good role in restoring the spiritual power that has been rapidly depleted in a short period of time. In terms of the efficiency of warming the spiritual power, it is 68 times stronger than the Tranquilizing Spirit Incense.] This 68 times is not a casual remark, but is obtained by comparing the recovery rates of different incenses after the loss of spiritual power. So Pusiangsi lit the nourishing incense in order to restore her consumed spiritual energy. Hitzfeld frowned in thought. It's not that she's meddling. But there has been no progress in any aspect of the case, and she really has no choice but to not let go of any strange and suspicious points. "It is a semi-solid perfume that is placed in the lamp and continuously decomposes into mucus to emit fragrance." Hitzfeld recalled carefully. She was sure that when she entered the room, only half of the food in Dengzhan's stomach was left. "What on earth did she do to require such a huge consumption..." "It can't be——" Thinking of the key point, Hitzfeld's expression changed slightly. Is it possible that Pusiangsi also knows how to possess spirits? Maybe she was ignorant, but in a situation where her spiritual energy was consumed drastically and she needed to replenish it with nourishing incense all the time, the only thing she could think of was the spirit-attaching technique. think about it-- An old man who has been sitting deep in the Shadow Lion Department all year round, looks harmless and unconcerned with the world. Most importantly, there is a perfect alibi. She knows how to make incense, medicine, and poison, and she learned puppetry from the library. Even Xia Yibing, who is too old, has no idea about it. It can be seen that she has rich experience and knows a lot of niche knowledge. If she also knows the art of possessing spirits, then it seems that she is indeed quite suspicious? “Stop… Stop!” Tapping his head, Hitzfeld forced himself to stop thinking about it. Investigating a case requires evidence. No matter how plausible it may seem, at least she couldn't see that Pusangsi had a motive for committing the crime.
Judging from the way she defended Ferdinand, she was also on the opposite side of those things. Then why would she use the power of evil to kill people? Is this any good for her? Without clarifying this point, Hitzfeld could not truly suspect Priscilla. But at least it's a breakthrough. She planned to wait until this Saturday, when she accepted Ferdinand's invitation to visit his home at 28 Yong'en Street, and tell Xia Yibing about this. The reason why he didn't tell Alfred directly was also because of the influence of the poison letter. She couldn't confirm that there was anything wrong with Pusuangsi, but similarly, she couldn't confirm that there was nothing wrong with her. If she really had a problem, judging from the murderer's understanding of Shadow Lion as reflected in the poisoned letter, Hitzfeld might be in danger of being killed. So you have to be facing someone you truly, thoroughly, and trust from the bottom of your heart. She would share these findings. In the blink of an eye, Friday arrived. Late at night, in Puslint Dream City, Ferdinand finally reappeared. As usual, he attended an ancient Sarai language class, which Hitzfeld found extremely boring, and collected a pile of homework for Hitzfeld to correct as soon as possible. When everything was over and dawn was about to break, he called out to Hitzfeld. "I wonder if Barty has that suggestion..." "Yes, Professor." Hitzfeld nodded, "The time is tomorrow, the location is 28 Yongen Street... Is there anything I should pay attention to?" "Will you come?" Ferdinand was stunned for a moment, and rarely showed an excited expression. "It's all you need to do! You don't need to be careful about anything, just bring this with you." He tapped his temple. “The truth of the world is all there.” Chapter 37 Code Book On Saturday, Hitzfeld got up and made food. Because she had slept, she was in the best spirits at this time. She strictly controlled the oil temperature and fried two pork chops. "Sorry……" Half an hour later, Hitzfeld felt a little embarrassed when he saw Xia Yibing running around the room looking for water with an exaggerated expression.
I originally wanted to try a new flavor, but I forgot to ask today's guests if they could eat spicy food. Well, although Xia Yibing's face turned red from the spicy food and her tears came out, which looked quite funny and cute, but she, Aisuen Hitzfeld, had received strict training and it was impossible for her to laugh secretly at such a time. "There aren't many things I'm afraid of in my life, and purple pepper is one of them." After drinking a full bottle of ice water, Xia Yibing felt a little better. Then she stared at the girl with a gloomy face and spoke to her word by word. "You actually ground the devil's creation into powder and let me eat it." "Esun Hitzfeld—" "I've apologized." Turning his head to look at the floor, Hitzfeld tried his best to suppress the smile on his face. Xia Yibing can actually eat spicy food. She actually likes food that is even a little spicy. But she couldn't compare with Hitzfeld. Whether before or after Changxia woke up, Hitzfeld was considered one of those people who could eat spicy food. Her "slightly spicy" was equivalent to "devilishly spicy" to Xia Yibing. Faced with the girl who resolutely admitted her mistake and apologized, Xia Yibing was helpless. She caught the smile in Hitzfeld's eyes, and for a moment, her heart stopped beating. She felt that the girl who turned her face away, with blushing cheeks, and who did not dare to face her was so beautiful. As well as tempting. She had an impulse again, similar to the last time she had a conflict, but she suppressed it forcefully. "I'm your only friend anyway." She quickly changed the subject to serious matters. "If I have a stomachache when you're in danger, you'll have to bear the consequences yourself." Because of this accident, the pork chops left on the table cannot be eaten. Of course Hitzfeld could eat it, but she was embarrassed to eat it all by herself, so she asked Xia Yibing to watch from the side. Then she took her to the bakery to buy bread, wrapped it in oil paper and ate it on the way. Xia Yibing came by car, a pure black old-fashioned Beetle with a little lion carved on the front of the car. “…That’s probably the situation.” On the way, Hitzfeld told Xia Yibing about her latest discovery while eating bread. "A nourishing incense, right?" Xia Yibing pondered. "I don't think Prissy is the murderer, Hitzfeld. But this discovery is great... No one has ever thought about it this way." "That's because they're not good enough," Hitzfeld said calmly, "If I hadn't seen Madam's records, I wouldn't have thought she would be so extravagant." "I'll remember this." Xia Yibing nodded, "I'll keep it a secret for you, and then let Ethan and Zafira investigate the reason behind it." She didn't think that Pusiangs was the murderer, but she still wanted to understand why Pusiangs consumed energy. This is the intuition of both a superhuman and a woman, and she feels that this matter is also very important! "Open your mouth." Suddenly, a piece of bread was stretched out from the side. This one was freshly opened, hadn't been bitten, and exuded an enticing sweet wheat aroma.
While driving, Xia Yibing didn't say much and took a big bite of bread. She squinted her eyes while chewing, and as expected, the gray-haired girl raised the corners of her mouth and her watery blue eyes curved. She was very happy. Seeing this smile, Xia Yibing also became happy for some reason. There was a light feeling in my heart, like it was itching and stirring. All the pressure accumulated during this period was swept away. An idea suddenly occurred to her.