Adam, who found this incredulous, stared at Shirley as she handed him a piece of note which contained a handwritten formula. The handwriting on it was elegant and neat.

“Why? Don’t you believe me?” Shirley asked, her gaze blank, then immediately placed the note on the table.

Adam picked it up and briefly glanced over the contents.

Based on the components and proportions written on the note, Adam noticed that the ones he had found were largely accurate, except for one ingredient which he had never seen before.

“What’s this?” Adam pointed at a name on the note in confusion.

“It’s the main ingredient of the anti-toxoid test reagent,” Shirley responded promptly without even looking.

“Where can I find it?”

“St. Piaf. Carter’s laboratory.”

“…”

“I’ve said so from the beginning. There’s no anti-toxoid test reagent at all because Carter’s the only one with access to this ingredient.”

Shirley calmly looked at Adam, her eyes showing no sign of avoidance.

She had not lied about th