Death Wizard Diary

Thor stood where he was.

He was thinking, but he didn't have much time.

The candlelight on the wall has changed from dim yellow to dim yellow. When it turns bright yellow, it means that tomorrow is about to light up, and before the candlelight emits white light, Thor must return to the fourth floor.

These are all regulations.

The pool of blood on the ground is still there.

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

But cleaning up?

He is an ordinary person without any extraordinary means. How can he solve the strange murderous blood?

Ask someone for help?

The boys who lived together seemed to be somewhat hostile to Thor before the time travel, and they would never come to help him. Moreover, those boys, like Thor, were ordinary people and had no ability to help him.

Looking for a housekeeper?

But the housekeeper never showed up at night, and Saul didn't know where to look for him.

His current entire activity area is 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 car and tidied his clothes.

He walked to the room opposite the room where the blood was flowing out, raised his hand, and knocked on the door three times.

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

Thor lowered his head and glanced at the hard-cover book. There was no new way to die on it.

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

Sol held his breath for a moment.

The door opens little by little.

A slender figure appeared from behind.

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

Sol raised his head and saw the graceful chin, rosy and plump lips, and the high bridge of the nose. The top ones... were gone.

Women only have half a brain!

Seeing such a scene in the dark night, Sol felt like his soul was about to fly away.

Sol suppressed his fear and did not let himself show a rude expression.

But his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

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

The place where the eyes should have been was replaced by a semicircular glass cover.

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

"What's up?"

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

"Sir..." Thor heard his voice trembling. He took a deep breath to stabilize himself, "There is a pool of blood flowing out of the room opposite. I can't handle it. Please save me."

The woman looked up, and an eye appeared in the glass cover and clung to the edge.

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

Saul knew that he would not be so lucky to meet kind and helpful people as soon as he knocked on the door.

"Sir, what do you need me to do?" Sol lowered his head.

He is just a servant and has no qualifications to make conditions.

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

Thor glanced sideways at the hardcover book on his left shoulder.

Nothing happens to the hardcover book.

Thor is too weak now, and he can only rely on the death reminders in the hard cover book to take a gamble.

"good!"

The woman raised her red lips, very satisfied with Sol's decisiveness.

She turned sideways to let Sol enter her room, and then walked outside and did something unknown.

Saul stood in the woman's room.

He found that this place was larger than the bunkhouse where a dozen of them lived, and there was also a suite in it.

There is an oil lamp burning in the living room, which is very bright and stable. It should also have a witchcraft effect.

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

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

"That's what you're looking at." The woman walked in at some point.

Thor looked back and saw that the door had been closed. He didn't know if the pool of blood outside had been dealt with.

"I need you to put your hand into the crucible, take it out and tell me how you feel."

The woman pulled out the bench and sat on the opposite side of the table, crossing her legs and waiting for Sol's reaction.

Sol knew that he had no bargaining power, so he simply refused to beg for mercy.

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

He didn't test it with a finger first, for fear of backfiring and causing the woman's dissatisfaction.

"Hiss—" Thor took a breath.

But he was not burned, but cold.

A bone-chilling cold.

"Kick-kick"

Sol was so cold that his teeth were shaking.

"It can be taken out."

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

But when he saw his hand, the breath he had just exhaled due to relaxation was sucked back by him.

All the skin and flesh on my hands was gone.

All that's left of Sol's left hand is a skeleton, as clean as a mannequin in an art room.

The most terrifying thing is that Sol didn't feel any pain at this moment.

"Ho...ho..."

Thor kept panting, holding his left wrist with his right hand, both hands trembling together.

And when his left hand was shaking, he made a sound of bones rubbing together.

The woman opposite did not comfort Sol's fear. She stood up and pointed her finger at her chin.

"It seems that the gastric juice of the Xisheli python is too much. How do you feel in your left hand now?"

"Giggle...cold...but it doesn't hurt..."

Saul endured the fear and cold and tried his best to behave like a professional researcher.

"It seems I can still control it."

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

It's a bit difficult, but it works.

"Not bad." The woman smiled, seemingly satisfied with Sol's answer.

She picked around, picked up a few items from the materials on the table, and threw them into the crucible seemingly casually.

The crucible "chichi" emitted two streaks of white steam, and then returned to the quiet state it had just been bubbling.

"Now," the woman sat back, raised her chin with interest, and pointed at the crucible, "put the other hand in."

Thor let out a breath, he had expected it.

The first test was obviously not successful.

The second test was a matter of course.

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

"Well……"

He suddenly felt that his whole arm was freezing.

His right hand, which was buried in the black liquid, had no feeling at all.

"That's it."

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

What is reassuring is that what was taken out this time was not a skeleton hand after all.

Not only that, his palms, which were originally covered in scars and calluses due to labor, also became smooth and white.

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

He struggled to control the chatter of his teeth.

"...it doesn't hurt and can be controlled..."

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

The woman smiled again, this time she was obviously happier, and Sol 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, handed it to Sol, "Drink it."

Seeing Sol's ugly face, she laughed so hard that the white liquid on her head swayed with her movements.

"Don't worry, this is not a test, it's a therapeutic potion."