Holy Crap! ()!

Xingsu was quite lucky. As she walked along the waterfront, she happened to meet an uncle who was preparing to go out to sea to fish. Coincidentally, Xingsu knew this uncle.

A few days ago, this uncle's beloved fishing rod malfunctioned, and Xingsu helped him restore the fishing gear with his superb skills.

The other person recognized him at a glance, a hearty smile on their face, and took the initiative to strike up a conversation, warmly inquiring about his destination. Upon learning that Xingsu was heading to Court of Fontaine, the uncle readily offered to give him a ride along the way.

And so, after saying goodbye to the uncle, Xingsu returned to Court of Fontaine.

"Hmm... Let's wander around Court of Fontaine first, then find a place to rest. We'll go look for the necklace with Lin tonight."

Last time I came to Court of Fontaine, I was so focused on finding a job that I didn't get a chance to properly explore the Court of Fontaine.

Callas is quite generous; he actually gave me an advance on my salary and even an extra 100,000 to let me travel a little longer.

Xingsu, who Sumeru five months' salary in hand, discovered after leaving the House of Daena that it wasn't raining outside at all.

With that in mind, Xingsu began to stroll around Court of Fontaine.

What is this? Fresh Sunsettia?

One, please.

Sweet!

It's strange, why would I think Sunsettia are sour?

What is this? Fonta?

One bottle, please.

It's still chilled! Delicious and refreshing!

What is this? A local specialty snack? Fish and chips?

One, please!

Yes! Fried food is rarely bad!

What is this? A stargazing group?

Coming... but not coming!

Just by looking at those fish heads, you could feel that they died with their eyes wide open in disbelief, having been made into this dish.

Seeing that Xingsu refused to taste the "moldy" flavor of the Stargazing Faction, the man couldn't help but sigh, "People nowadays really don't know how to appreciate the traditional 'moldy passing' of their old Fontainian."

Xingsu continued walking unhurriedly along the stone-paved street. As she walked further in this direction, the shops on both sides of the street gradually thinned out, and the number of passersby strolling around also gradually decreased. The hustle and bustle of the Court of Fontaine area gradually faded away, and it became much quieter.

A young man selling goods along the street suddenly rushed up and blocked Xingsu's side, a familiar sales smile on his face.

"Hey buddy, wanna grab a bottle of L㏒s's? One sip and you'll be in heaven."

As he spoke, he pulled an exquisite glass bottle from his coat, waved it at Xingsu, and tried his best to solicit business.

Xingsu showed the vendor the half-bottle of Fonta he still had in his hand, not originally intending to buy it. But the vendor's next words made him subconsciously stop in his tracks.

"Believe me, buddy, I know someone who was depressed all the time, but after drinking this beverage, his back pain stopped, his leg pain stopped, and he became more cheerful and happy every day."

"Ha, it's not like I haven't read books on psychology in Sumeru. How could depression be cured by drinking something?" Xingsu waved his hand and continued walking forward.

"Oh? Look, they've come to me again to buy L㏒s."

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin man walked over from not far away. He was shivering slightly all over, as if he had been chilled by a cold wind, and his arms were tightly curled up in front of him. He had dark circles under his eyes, bloodshot eyes, a vacant and unfocused gaze, and a pale face that was almost sickly.

Xingsu also stopped, wanting to see what kind of business this trafficker could pull off.

The man trembled uncontrollably, his fingers stiff and flustered. With great difficulty, he managed to squeeze out a few thousand Mora from his pocket and stammered as he handed it over, his voice filled with barely suppressed urgency. "Three bottles of L㏒s's, quick, quick, I need to drink..."

The vendor happily accepted the money, counted it skillfully, and then casually pulled out three sealed bottles of L㏒s from his large inner bag and handed them over.

The man snatched the drink, eagerly unscrewed the cap, and tilted his head back to gulp it down. His throat moved rapidly as he greedily drank, as if these few bottles of liquid were a panacea that could save him from everything. His anxious expression calmed down a little after a few sips.

Xingsu, standing to the side:...

Good news, it's acting that doesn't seem like acting.

The bad news is, it really doesn't sound like acting.

Xingsu admitted that he had spoken too loudly just now, and that depression generally cannot be cured by taking medication.

Depression can be congenital or acquired. Congenital depression is caused by a defect in the body that prevents the synthesis of dopamine, while acquired depression is caused by environmental or human factors that lead to a lack of dopamine.

Dopamine makes people feel happy, but it is water-soluble and cannot cross the blood-brain barrier through oral or injectable administration, thus having no effect.

If we remove the hydroxyl group from dopamine to increase its lipid solubility, it can cross the blood-brain barrier and be absorbed.

However, the new product is easily decomposed and its effect is not lasting. Adding a methyl group at the a-position creates steric hindrance, which hinders monoamine oxidase, making metabolism very slow.

Then, a methyl group is added to the amino group to further enhance its lipid solubility.

This way, dopamine can be replenished directly.

Congratulations on inventing a drug that can cure depression.

In other words... I'm super, ice-cold!

Is the security situation in Fontaine really that bad?! People are openly selling this kind of thing on the street?!

Xingsu remained extremely calm at this moment. First of all, he knew he must not panic in this situation and must not alert the enemy. He needed to keep him calm and composed.

"Sure, bro, this stuff looks pretty effective. I happen to know someone who always has a long face whenever we meet; he seems to be suffering from depression too. I'll buy some for him to try, how about that?"

"Sure, no problem. If it works, please help me spread the word, buddy!"

The second step is to grab it and run.

After taking the glass bottle, Xingsu didn't stop. He turned around and headed back towards the bustling city center. The more people there were, the more chaotic the scene would be, and the safer he would be.

Third step, call the police! What are you thinking?

Callas has been good to me, and I wouldn't do anything to prevent him from ever passing Fontaine's political vetting process.

Xingsu arrived at the Maison Gardiennage and explained to them in detail the origin of the bottle of L㏒s, when and where he bought it, and what the person who sold L㏒s looked like.

"I haven't drunk a drop of this L㏒s, I wouldn't dare. My family has always been law-abiding citizens, we wouldn't dare touch a drop of this L㏒s, officer, you have to believe me, officer!" As he spoke, Xingsu grabbed the officer's hand tightly and stroked it back and forth.

Under Xingsu's vivid and expressive performance, Melusine, who was in charge of taking notes, became a little flustered and for a moment forgot that Fontaine did not allow anyone to touch Melusine.

"Ah... please, please rest assured, sir, the clues you provided are exceptionally complete and comprehensive. Thank you for your help with the security situation in Fontaine..."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Officer." Xingsu excitedly grasped Melusine's hands, feeling the soft texture of the fur. "I will do my best to help you whenever needed. My family has been law-abiding citizens for three generations. My grandfather was also a police officer. He only retired after being shot in the knee while on duty. He always told me..."

Seeing Xingsu holding her hand and talking incessantly about inexplicable things, Melusine's eyes suddenly went blank, and she didn't know what to do for a moment. It was only later that a senior Melusine was passing by came over and helped her out of the predicament.

Xing Su, feeling refreshed Xingsu thoroughly enjoying himself... no, after doing a good deed, walked out of the Maison Gardiennage.