Diary of the Death Wizard

Thor stood still.

He was thinking, but his time was running out.

The candlelight on the wall has changed from faint yellow to dim yellow, and when it turns bright yellow, it means that it will be bright tomorrow, and before the candlelight emits white light, Sol must return to the fourth floor.

These are the rules.

The pool of blood on the ground is still there.

If he leaves, he will become flower fertilizer the next day.

But cleaning?

He is an ordinary person without any supernatural means, how can he solve the weird murderous blood?

Ask someone for help?

The boys who lived together seemed to be hostile to Sol before the crossing, and they would definitely not come to help him. Moreover, those people, like Saul, are ordinary people and have no ability to help him.

Looking for a butler?

But the butler never appeared at night, and Sol didn't know where to look for it.

All his current activity areas are the fourth servant floor and the eleventh to thirteenth floors.

There is no other way.

Thor's trembling fingers suddenly stabilized.

He put the mop back into the cart and tidied up his clothes.

Walking to the room opposite the room where the blood flowed out, he raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door three times.

In the silent corridor, the three knocks on the door were very clear.

Sol lowered his head and glanced at the hardcover book, but there was no new way of dying on it.

Just when Sol raised his hand to knock three more times, the door in front of him suddenly opened.

Thor held his breath.

The door opened little by little.

A slender figure appeared from behind.

It was a woman, wearing a black nightgown, with a plump but not fat body, and the skin exposed outside the clothes was very fair.

Sol raised his head and saw the graceful chin, rosy and full lips, and the high bridge of the nose, the... nothing on it.

A woman has only half a head!

In the dark night, seeing such a scene, Sol only felt that his soul was going to fly.

Thor fought back his fear, not letting himself look rude.

But his teeth rattled uncontrollably.

The woman on the opposite side lowered her head, the upper half of her head was gone, and the flesh at the incision of the skull was white and rotten.

Where the eyes should have been was replaced by a semicircular glass dome.

The glass cover contained a cloudy white liquid, and as she lowered her head, from time to time something that looked like eyeballs hit the glass wall.

What's up?

The half-faced woman's red lips parted slightly, and her voice was quite nice.

My lord... Sol heard his voice trembling. He took a deep breath to stabilize himself. There is a pool of blood in the opposite room. I can't handle it. Please help me, my lord.

The woman looked up, and an eyeball appeared in the glass cover tightly against the edge.

Then her eyes faded, she lowered her head again, and chuckled lightly: Why should I save you?

Saul knew that he would not be so lucky, and when he knocked on the door, he met a kind and helpful person.

My lord, what do I need to do? Thor lowered his head.

He is just a servant, not qualified to make conditions.

The woman held her chin with her slender fingers, I need a live experimental subject, but I don't have enough credits recently. If you volunteer to be my experimental subject, I will help you solve that trouble.

Thor squinted at the hardcover book on his left shoulder.

Hardcover nothing happens.

Sol is too weak now, he can only rely on the death reminder in the hardcover book to gamble.

good!

The woman raised her red lips, satisfied with Saul's determination.

She turned sideways to let Saul into her room, then walked outside and did what she did.

Sol stood in the women's room.

He found that this place was much larger than the general bunk where a dozen of them lived, and there was a suite inside.

There was an oil lamp in the living room, very bright and steady, and it must have been witchcraft.

On the long table in the middle of the living room, there were many props and materials that he didn't know at all.

The most conspicuous thing is the crucible in the middle which stands on the small stove, inside which a pot of black liquid is bubbling.

That's what you were looking at. The woman walked in without knowing when.

Sol looked back and saw that the door had been closed, wondering if the pool of blood outside had been disposed of.

I need you to put a hand into the cauldron, take it out and tell me how you feel.

The woman pulled out the bench and sat across the table with her legs crossed, waiting for Saul's reaction.

Saul knew that he didn't have the strength to bargain, so he didn't want to beg for mercy.

He rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, took a deep breath, stepped forward, and directly plunged his entire hand into the black liquid.

He didn't test it with a finger first, for fear that it would be self-defeating and cause the woman's dissatisfaction.

Hiss— Thor took a breath.

But instead of being burned, he was cold.

A bone-chilling cold.

cluck cluck

Thor's teeth were chattering from the cold.

It can be taken out.

Hearing the woman's voice, Sol pulled his hand out hastily.

But when he saw his hand, he breathed out the breath just because he relaxed, and he sucked it back.

The flesh on the hands is gone.

Sol's left hand now has a skeleton left, as clean as a mannequin in an art room.

The most frightening thing is that Saul didn't feel any pain at the moment.

Ho...ho...

Sol was panting constantly, holding his left wrist with his right hand, both hands trembling together.

And when his left hand was shaking, it also made the sound of bones rubbing against each other.

The woman opposite did not comfort Saul's fear, she stood up, finger pointing at her chin.

It seems that the Xisheli python has put too much gastric juice. How does your left hand feel now?

Cackling...cold...but not painful...

Sol endured the fear and cold, trying to act like a professional researcher.

It seems to be under control.

As he spoke, he moved the fingers of his left hand.

A little difficult, but it does work.

Not bad. The woman smiled, seeming satisfied with Saul's answer.

She picked and picked, took a few from the materials on the table, and threw them into the cauldron seemingly at random.

Two streams of white steam came out of the crucible Chi Chi, and then returned to the quiet appearance of just bubbling and bubbling.

Now, the woman sat back, raised her chin with great interest, and pointed to the cauldron, put it in with the other hand.

Thor let out a breath, he had expected it.

The first trial, apparently unsuccessful.

The second test is also a matter of course.

Thor let go of his left hand, and then resolutely put his right hand into the cauldron.

Well……

He suddenly felt that his entire arm was going to freeze.

His right hand buried in the black liquid was even more numb.

Okay.

Hearing the woman's voice, Sol immediately pulled out his right hand.

What is reassuring is that it is not the skeleton hand that was taken out this time.

Not only that, but his palms, which were covered with scars and calluses due to labor, became smooth and white.

Without waiting for the woman to urge him, Sol took the initiative to say: Hey...it's still cold, even colder than before...cuck...

He managed to control the impact of his teeth.

...It doesn't hurt, it can be controlled...

Sol stretched his fingers and raised them up for the woman opposite to see clearly.

The woman smiled again, clearly happier this time, and Thor saw the sharp white teeth behind her red lips.

You really surprised me.

The woman stood up and even clapped her hands twice.

She walked to the other side of the room, took out a crystal bottle from the cabinet, and handed it to Saul, Drink it.

Seeing Sol's ugly face, she laughed wildly, and the white paste on her head swayed with her movements.

Don't worry, this time is not an experiment, but a medicine for treatment.