Chapter 223: The Potion: Nameless Female Corpse

No one was happier about Louis staying than Mary.

For Mary, being with Louis was the happiest thing imaginable; their constant separation and reunion had left her longing more and more.

Now, Louis was coming to MIT.

This news was absolutely wonderful!

“Really, Louis?” Mary asked again, still unsure.

Louis raised an eyebrow. “Fake.”

?

Mary froze, then caught the faint smile on Haley’s face beside him—she instantly realized it, stormed over, leapt into Louis’s arms, and began punching and biting him.

But she didn’t use any strength.

Louis happily played along.

Moments later.

Satisfied with their play, Mary told Louis about her research findings.

Mary had just heard Haley’s words—Haley had received Louis’s praise, so she must get some too!

“My research has yielded results: a healing potion, made entirely by me. I guarantee it will revolutionize modern medicine!”

“Just one dose—whether the heart is ruptured or there’s massive bleeding, as long as the person hasn’t truly died, it will save their life, induce pseudocollapse, then slowly restore them to critical condition while awaiting rescue.”

“Actually, this potion originated from the witchcraft elixir you gave me originally. The more I studied it, the stranger it became—I felt there was a deeper purpose behind it.”

“Like… trying to restore youth? No, extend life?”

Mary gnawed her fingernails.

Louis was startled—restore youth…

Don’t forget, that witchcraft elixir came from Emilia the witch, the one obsessed with restoring youth and extending life.

“Mary, do you remember Emilia?”

Mary’s face stiffened. “So this is connected to that old witch after all.”

Clearly, as a direct witness, she had suspected it.

But she immediately shoved the thought aside.

After all, those were past matters.

“And this.”

Mary pulled out a white capsule.

After explaining the capsule’s effects, Mary grinned and tried to shove it into Louis’s mouth.

Louis’s eyelid twitched—he realized the enormous commercial potential. After all, throughout history, what did men value most?

Power?

Wealth?

Every man had a different answer.

In the end, those were only partial pursuits, not universally agreed upon—but in matters of sexuality, nearly all men shared the same desire: no man could tolerate being told he was inadequate!

Merchants had mastered this psychology to perfection.

They accurately targeted male psychology, turned leeks into aphrodisiacs, and successfully made leeks a best-selling barbecue item.

There was a joke: if crayfish had aphrodisiac effects, every crayfish in the world would become endangered!

It was exaggerated, but it revealed just how wildly profitable this market was.

This could rival the weight-loss industry as a treasure trove!

“Amazing, Mary!”

Louis kissed Mary hard on the cheek.

Mary pursed her lips, growing shy—this sight made Haley beside them deeply uncomfortable; she wasn’t a dog, and she didn’t like eating that kind of thing.

…

In the end, both handed naming rights over to Louis.

After thinking it over, Louis named Haley’s unfinished Enhanced Witchcraft Elixir Type II as the Limit-Breaking Elixir.

The candy Haley had created was named the Bliss Candy.

Okay.

Louis had indeed thought of the term “euthanasia” when naming it.

As for Mary’s completed Healing Potion, Louis named it the Panacea.

The aphrodisiac capsule was named Male Wind No. 1.

After that, Louis stayed there for half a month.

Only when half a month remained did he begin preparing for departure.

But for his return, Louis no longer planned to drive his sports car—he would fly back.

On the apartment balcony.

Louis sat on a chair, lazily basking in the sun.

He dialed a number on his phone and listened with half-closed eyes.

After a moment, he hung up and stretched.

For the past half-month, the Cannibal Corp’s feast had not ended; Jordan had, as instructed, extended his reach further into official circles.

Meanwhile, at Cano International, the weight-loss worm business was still expanding, and Louis had also entrusted the company with promoting Male Wind No. 1, which was now being actively prepared.

With these two businesses, even without deep penetration into the medical industry, they could secure a solid foothold.

As for the Panacea, due to its special nature, Louis had no plans to promote it publicly—only for internal use.

In addition, Louis instructed the base to intensify searches for stronger monsters to obtain high-quality monster blood.

Years of accumulated personnel were more than sufficient; base personnel had already spread into major cities.

Especially here, since Louis was here, this location had been prioritized for staffing.

Some results had already emerged: they’d captured several decent monsters, like Wendigos, Bigfoots, and Deer-Horned Rabbit Kings.

These were the three matters Louis had discussed on the phone during this period.

Checking the time on his watch, Louis stood, said no farewell, adjusted his clothes, and walked out of the apartment.

Outside, one of his own men waited with a car; Louis got in.

They headed toward the airport.

Just as Louis set off.

Near the airport, a coroner’s office that also operates as a crematorium, cooperating with the police.

A strange event was unfolding.

In America, coroners were a relatively profitable profession—though compared to surgeons, ER doctors, anesthesiologists, etc., their earnings fell far short.

Especially since the job constantly involved corpses, Americans generally considered it unlucky.

Fewer people were willing to enter the field.

But with rising employment pressure and decent pay, manpower remained relatively abundant, especially among families who had practiced this profession for generations.

Naturally, they continued the trade.

Tom and his son Austin were exactly such a family.

Their lineage, from Tom to Austin, was exactly three generations of forensic pathologists.

They had long cooperated with nearby police departments and also ran a crematorium side business, earning quite well.

But they never expected that a routine, ordinary autopsy would bring disaster.

Last night, police delivered a female corpse.

According to police description.

The corpse appeared in a bizarre murder case; it carried no identifying items, and its face, DNA, and other data failed to reveal its identity.

This was a female corpse with absolutely no information!

(End of Chapter)