On the afternoon of the 31st, Aldridge failed to go home immediately after exercising, and was dragged by Andrea and forced to eat a sumptuous meal.

Aldridge hasn't had a good dinner recently because of various things. When Andrea asked about dinner today, Aldridge didn't dare to hide it.

As a result, Andrea personally arranged a meal for him, and at the same time asked him to finish his meals in the fighting hall.

To be honest, Aldridge was quite happy about this.

Tomorrow is the 1st of the 'Miss Omar's Tea Party'. Aldrich and Andrea asked for leave during dinner, but they were allowed to go without a hitch. They just had to come over after the end to make up for the afternoon's content.

On the way back to the residence after eating, Aldrich noticed that the missing girl's portrait had been posted everywhere by the police station, some old and new, and the portrait of the girl with two ponytails was the latest. .

Why didn't I see it before?

Sure enough, people's eyes are selectively blind.

It was six o'clock in the afternoon when he arrived at the residence. After Aldrich entered the bath room to take a shower and changed his clothes, he went out to Al and Tom's residence on the fourth floor with the red tangerine fruit he bought downstairs.

"Huh!"

Aldridge took a deep breath in front of the door. He hoped that today's visit would have a good outcome, and hoped that the teddy bear was just a trivial coincidence.

"Boom, boom, boom."

He knocked on the door three times, then waited for the master to come to open the door.

He didn't hear a question like "Who is it?", the door in front of him was opened with a "click", and it was Al Linde who had not seen him for nearly two weeks.

"Aldrich first... Aldrich!" Al was a little surprised, but a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"El!"

Aldridge smiled and hugged the friend gently, but his eyes had already looked at Al:

Compared with before, his condition is not very good, and it is difficult for Aldridge to not feel the energy he used to have from him.

Aldridge had an ominous foreboding.

Although there were some candles lit in the room, it was still dim. Aldrich walked carefully into the room, and his eyes caught the teddy bears stacked in the corner in an instant.

He asked casually, like a chat between friends: "Is Tom not here?"

Al put the red orange fruit that Aldridge brought, poured another glass of water on the table in the room, and said, "He's here, but he should have slept. He went out to play with his friends last night. I came back early and sewed bears for another day."

"Then let's not disturb his rest." Aldridge sat on the chair at the table and said in a low voice, "Is the bear selling well recently?"

Al also sat down at the table, hesitating a little when he heard Aldridge's question, and then said, "It was fine the other day. I wanted to take a rest these two days, so I didn't go out."

"Well, it's good to have a good rest."

Aldridge's response was not nutritious, because analysis had already begun in his mind.

With some heartache, he found that he couldn't prove Al's innocence!

If Aldridge didn't have doubts a few days ago, Al's reaction would be fine, but Aldridge looked at Al's performance with suspicion, and it was strange everywhere.

Al didn't know Aldridge's identity as a Beyonder at all. He regarded Aldridge as a friend and was not wary. Just a few words revealed some sufficiently real situations.

The most important point is, why haven't you sold bears these two days?

Why is it these two days!

These two days are exactly two days after the girl with two ponytails disappeared!

Is it to avoid the limelight?

Plus Tom went out to play with his friends last night. Aldridge wanted to prove that he was thinking too much about his suspicions, but now he is thinking more and more.

His eyes couldn't help looking at the toy bear in the corner, which was similar to his previous impression, but after focusing on the eyes, he found that not all bears have delicate eyes, only very few have them!

Aldridge ended the visit with greater suspicion and unease.

He returned home and stayed at the door quietly for a while, then made up his mind to start the next step immediately, took out the Sterling snake rod to control the Black Mamba, wrapped himself in his coat and went out the door.

She didn't come back until ten o'clock in the evening, and she didn't go to bed with anxiety for a long time.

…

At two o'clock in the morning, Sunderland Yasuo came home from outside with a happy face. He didn't go to drink, or he never went to drink since he met Mr. Tutor.

I am no longer that Beyonder with no future. Thanks to Mr. Mentor, I am about to become a Morpheus cat of rank 1! I can't drink anymore!

Anyway, I'm tired of Harimea.

Sunderland often thinks this way, not without pain.

Rather than a statement, such words are more like comfort to oneself.

And the reason why he was so happy was because he finally got the last ingredient in the potion today - the liver of the Byman rat.

"Bierman rat is 'mysterious', and 30 grams of liver cost 250 goldnar."

Sunderland doesn't feel bad about money, but feels unhappy with the number 250 for some reason.

After returning home, he didn't want to rest, and he wanted to prepare a potion immediately to advance to rank 1.

"Um?"

Sunderland walked into the living room and immediately found a letter with a first-class black cover lying quietly in the center of the sofa.

"Mr. Tutor?"

He couldn't help shouting in a low voice, quickly ran to the sofa, picked up the envelope, and carefully observed it, there were no marks left on it.

Sunderland carefully opened the envelope and pulled out a folded piece of expensive Brando letter paper, which was written in fine pen font:

"Room 402, No. 12 Mingde Street, Tom Hansen, after being promoted to rank 1, he will be monitored. If there is any oddity, write it down and put it in the mailbox."

Mr. Tutor has given me a task!

As expected of Mr. Tutor, the writing is so beautiful.

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Aldrich's writing in his previous life was very good, and Wagner's imperial writing has been practiced in a unique style, exquisite and meticulous.

Sunderland had a look of joy on his face. He had been happy and sad for the past two days. On the one hand, he couldn't fully trust Mr. Mentor, which was human nature. On the other hand, he didn't know when Mr. Mentor would contact him.

This letter shows that Mr. Tutor still needs him, so it is almost impossible to harm him.

"After being promoted to rank 1, I will acquire the ability to 'hide', which I can use to monitor like a duck to water. Mr. Tutor has thought it through!"

Well, I can't delay now. I should hurry up and prepare the potion so that I can complete the task of Mr. Mentor as soon as possible.

Sunderland immediately jumped up from the sofa and ran to the basement, where he would prepare the potion.

The next morning, Sunderland Yasuo woke up from his coma, felt the infinite vitality in his body, felt the growth of his 'spirit', raised his head and laughed wildly!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"I've finally been promoted to rank 1!"

"Thank you, Mr. Tutor! You are my guiding light!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Smiling, Sunderland had tears in the corners of her eyes.

He became an Extraordinary four years ago. He searched for the potion formula for three years without a shadow. He was already desperate, but he met his fate on an ordinary night.

Thank you, Mr. Instructor.

He recited silently in his heart again, and then he stood up, ready to complete the task of Mr. Mentor.

…

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Aldrich came to No. 1 Hyacinth Street on time, dressed in decent clothes, in front of a small building surrounded by green plants and full of vitality, ready to attend the 'Miss Omar's Tea Party'.