"Susie, do you remember the process of mixing the potion last time?" She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and played the role of the teacher with great interest.

"Wang, remember!" Susie already understood what her gift was, and was very happy for a moment, "Wow" out loud.

Audrey said casually: "You try to make it yourself."

Susie looked down at her paws, and suddenly fell silent.

Audrey was startled for a moment, and then fell silent for a short while.

After a few seconds, before the big golden retriever opened his mouth, she pursed her lips and said with a slight smile, "Okay, Susie, don't open your mouth, I know what you want to say, you want to express that you are just a dog, you can't Concocting potions, right?"

So embarrassing, so embarrassing... At the same time, the elegant and dignified Audrey covered her face in her heart.

"Woof!" Susie nodded vigorously.

Audrey seized the opportunity, turned around, and quickly prepared the "Psychiatrist" potion.

She had asked Susie before, and knew that the other party had completely digested the potion on Wednesday this week.

It's less than two months in total... Well, a large part of the reason is that Susie is relatively unnoticed. She can run around in the manor and villa at will, listen to other people's private discussions, and "read" the maids Her true thoughts... This is also very good, she would share it with me, if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't know that many people's thoughts have such a dark side, but they are usually normal and kind... Audrey gave the potion Pour into a bowl and place on the ground.

She watched Susie go by and began to lick her, and she couldn't help but have a little expectation in her heart: "Susie may also be affected by the potion and become emotionally unstable.

"But it doesn't matter, 'Psychiatrist' Ms. Audrey is ready and can 'soothe' at any time! Well, I prefer the name 'psychoanalysis', which looks more professional."

Audrey's beautiful emerald eyes stared at Susie the golden retriever dog seriously, and found that the pupils of the other party gradually faded and stood up, and there seemed to be dark golden scales growing under the thick hair, which belonged to Susie. The spirituality of the house is constantly spreading outward, as if it is intertwined with the space of the entire villa.

After calming down her slightly nervous emotions, Audrey focused on observing Susie's state. As long as the other party showed any abnormality, she would immediately use the extraordinary ability of "psychoanalysis".

Suddenly, Susie's voice rang in her ears: "Audrey, I succeeded!"

"..." Audrey didn't know what to say for a moment.

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In the dream, Daisy returned to the East Side, back to the old apartment where she lived for many years.

She pushed open the door and saw her mother, Liv, and her sister, Freya, were hard at work washing and washing clothes.

Daisy suddenly became happy and was about to join them in ironing.

Just then, she heard a knock on the door.

She turned her head and found that the visitor was a young man in black and white checkered police uniform.

The police officer with black hair and green pupils, his appearance was a little fuzzy, held a notebook and a pen, and asked, "In the Kapin case, besides what you have already said, what else did you not say?"

"Those are not important things." Daisy replied rather confusedly.

The handsome police officer looked down at his notebook and said, "It's okay, I'm willing to listen."

Daisy looked back at the hanging clothes, and felt that she seemed to have forgotten something.

She described the trivial details honestly, and finally said: "...After I was kidnapped, my mother and sister commissioned a private detective to find the person. He is Mr. Sherlock Moriarty. He is a good man, although They couldn't find me directly, but they contacted the reporter afterwards to help me fight for compensation from the foundation..."

The black-haired and blue-eyed police officer looked up again, glanced at Daisy, and said with a warm smile: "Very well, I am very satisfied with your answer.

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