Diary of the Death Wizard

Sol once again observed the... piece of meat on the teleportation platform from a semi-immersed perspective, this time it was no longer covered with that vague layer of holy light.

Suddenly, Sol sensed something.

He suddenly looked sideways at the portal, a pair of eyes behind the black tassels were staring at him in horror.

Sol carried the bone chopping knife with minced meat hanging on it and bleeding, and walked towards the portal.

He flipped off the black leather tassel, and saw the person who was crawling backward inside.

The light from the room penetrated obliquely into the transmission port, cutting a dividing line of light and darkness on the man's face.

Saul narrowed his eyes and guessed the identity of this person.

"Senior, it's the first time we meet, come over and have a chat."

"Ah, that, haha..." Hayden glanced at the knife in Sol's right hand, swallowed, "I, I just think that corpse looks a little weird, I want to come over to see if there is any Where I need my help."

Sol smiled.

"Thank you so much, I'm just too busy here, can you help me move it in?"

"Look at me..." He showed his thin body to Hayden, "I'm young and I don't have the strength to move such a heavy thing."

Hayden's smile froze on his face, he was just being polite!

But looking at the bone-chopping knife that Sol was still holding tightly in his right hand, Hayden still compromised.

He crawled out of the portal step by step, "Haha, you are too young, are you ten years old? Senior, come and help you move."

"Wait a minute." Sol suddenly threw the bone cutter back to the tool table, made a clanging sound, and then turned around and smiled brightly at Hayden.

"Senior, I'm joking. Are you really here? Go back quickly. This is not the passage that living people should go through. I can do these tasks myself, otherwise the instructor may misunderstand that I am not suitable for this job."

"Ah? Well then, you can call me if you need it." Hayden froze halfway and had no choice but to retreat.

Sol stood at the portal, lifted the tassel, watched Hayden retreat step by step, and finally retreated to the room where he was.

The tassels on the opposite side fell, and the light entering the passage on the other side was blocked.

This passage is three meters long and about one meter wide and high. Surrounded by thick walls, the two rooms are separated.

If it weren't for the passage in the middle, the sound insulation of the room must be very good.

Thor put down the tassel, looked up, and saw that the candle light on the portal had turned dim again.

That's all for today's work.

There are some finishing touches to do though.

So push the big box under the workbench to the side of the conveyor belt, then pick up the bone cutter again and scrape off the pieces of meat on the conveyor belt little by little.

A round object fell along the edge of the conveyor belt, bounced on the ground a few times, and finally rolled all the way to the door, where it was blocked.

what is that?

Saul walked to the door with the knife in hand, ready to attack.

After getting closer, he took a closer look, and found that the thing on the ground seemed to be...an eyeball?

The clattering hardcover book flew up again and was shown in front of Sol, who was immediately on alert.

[Suo lunar calendar 314 years, June 24, sunny

Today is really a good day, you escaped the attack of a cunning enemy, sent him to where he should stay, and harvested a phantom sound pupil.

It's really strange, why can eyes talk?

Or do you think the eyes are talking? 】

Sol didn't quite understand the contents of the hardcover book this time.

Did he not understand how he died?

Eye? Hallucination?

Could his eyes be cracked? Will the mouth disappear, or will it be sealed?

And Saul noticed that there was a sudden addition of a weather description behind the date on the hardcover book, which he remembered had never been there before.

Just when Saul froze in place, not knowing what to make, the hardcover book flew back to his left shoulder.

But he didn't do anything?

Sol's eyes lit up suddenly, and he thought to himself: "Is this not a death notice? It's an identification technique similar to the introduction of an item?"

Sol looked sideways at the hardcover book on his left shoulder, "Dude, have you upgraded?"

It's a pity that the hardcover book is quiet and still ignores him.

"Hey, you should give yourself a profile first."

Despite the speculation, Sol remained vigilant, clenched the bone-chopping knife in his hand, and slowly approached the eyeball in front of the door.

Judging from the performance of the hardcover book, the content just now should not be a death notice, but this is only Sol's own guess, and he can't relax his vigilance just yet.

Until Sol walked to the eyeball and slowly squatted down, took out a box, and poked the eyeball in with the back of a knife, the hardcover book did not come out to warn.

Sol stood up, sealed the box, and was very excited.

Although he has escaped the death warning many times, the harvest each time is only to save his life temporarily. He did not expect to have an extra drop today.

It's a pity that before Sol noticed the abnormality of the eyeballs, the hardcover book didn't give him any hints.

I don't know if it can be upgraded again in the future to become a radar that can actively explore?

Putting away the pupil of the phantom sound and the fantasy of the hardcover book, Sol moved the muscles on his face to make himself look more gloomy.

Then, holding a bone chopping knife, he pushed open the door of the morgue.

Since coming to the second floor of the East Tower, he has never explored the depths of the corridor.

He walked in along the corridor. The corridor was still curved, but the viewing angle was wider than that of the tenth floor.

The lights on the second floor seem to have always been dimmer than other places, and the further you go in, the dimmer it gets.

At the end of the corridor, it was pitch black, and Thor couldn't see what was hidden behind the shadows.

After walking a dozen steps, the second scarlet door appeared.

This should be the mortuary where the senior in charge of the second process is located.

Sol stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After a while, there was a sound from inside the door.

The door was opened a small crack.

Hayden's face appeared behind the crack of the door, and his body completely blocked the view of the room.

"Senior, excuse me. My name is Sol, and I am an apprentice who just entered school a month ago. I don't know my senior's name. I'm so rude."

"I'm Hayden." Hayden pressed his hand tightly on the door, as if he was about to close it at any moment, "I became a first-class apprentice much earlier than you. What are you doing here?"

"I want to ask Senior Hayden, did you feel that something was wrong when you were handling that corpse just now?"

Hayden moved his feet uncomfortably, "Ah, that, I think it's a bit strange. But I didn't see what was wrong, and I didn't see any value, so I threw it at your side. Ha, I It looks like you're doing pretty well."

Saul stared straight at Hayden until Hayden avoided his gaze, and whispered, "Well, I might be wrong too."

Sol grinned stiffly, "Then I'll have to trouble the senior more."

Saying goodbye to Hayden, he turned around and went to the first morgue.

Seeing Saul walking away, Hayden quickly closed the door.

As soon as the door was closed, his expression changed, and he said in a low voice ferociously: "What are you trying to do to a new apprentice?"

Hayden's expression changed again, and he rubbed his hands uneasily, "Then, no, there's no need to fight, we still have time to get along with each other in the future."

On the other side, Thor put the bone cutter in the shadow of the corridor.

Holding a knife is to deal with Hayden, but seeing Senior Byron, you can't do that.

He rubbed his face, and his gloomy face became polite again.

"Boom boom boom."

The same scarlet door slowly opened, and the light in the house poured out, and a woman who was only half a head taller than Sol stood at the door.

Sol was taken aback.

"I'm here to see Senior Byron, may I ask who you are?"

The woman half-closed her eyes, and there was no ups and downs in her voice, "Byron has reached the age of leaving the tower, so he went back to pack his things."

"Leave the tower?" Thorton suddenly forgot his original purpose, and asked in amazement, "Could it be that we have to leave the tower when we reach a certain age?"