"Experimental bottle No. 1: Sodium cyanide, toxicity level 6, white solid, with no pungent almond smell...

August 5th, Tuesday.

Mainly, the reality is too small, I can't bear it...

Sodium hydroxide or potassium bromide is not bad. The sodium cyanide outside the first beaker was really scary to Conan in his childhood. There are really many islanders who died from cyanide.

Unfortunately, I can no longer find the man I want to see.

The people in Novos who were present were secretly exclaiming that they were lucky, secretly lamenting that they were lucky to have offended Stasiev in Novos after that.

"No. 11 is really a magical guy. You will know my name tonight..."

Looking away from the veteran examiner, who was rolling on his feet and clutching his chest, Stasieff raised his seventh finger to the combat training teacher.

Detoxification method, gastric lavage or injection of ‘coagulant’”

At that time, the erotic world became the most important thing. For Huo Te, even if Teacher Su Di was against him, as long as he could see Teacher Su Di, it would be enough to bring Shi Li substitute comfort.

"Um...okay..."

Just as I sighed, I heard the door open.

Holt sat under the small bed in the dressing room, quietly staring at himself outside the mirror.

"Maybe, that's not the fun of learning..."

To be able to achieve that level in just seven days, even my long-dead husband Reznor would probably be able to do it.

Shakingly untying the ribbon, Holt discovered that there was a white custom-made military uniform outside the bag.

Maybe it's Teacher Shi Li's wonderful body, maybe it's the poison exuding a deadly aura, or maybe it's some proof of skill that I've never seen before...

July 28, 1942.

Feeling the cold water flowing under the bumpy and shriveled body, Sudishlitena's eyes were filled with hazy mist. You knew why you had reached that step.
Chapter completed!