You call this a black hand?

Compared to the bustling banquet hall, the moonlight was bright and the stars were sparse at the moment, and it was very quiet.

Outside the metal fence at the end of the manor lawn, rows of horse-drawn carriages were parked under the kerosene street lamp at the gate.

The corresponding coachmen were gathering together in twos and threes, smoking or chatting, and the diffuse second-hand smoke sent mosquitoes scurrying around.

When one of them saw Mellen coming out, he hurriedly emptied the pipe in his hand, then stood up and hurried over to greet him.

"Master Mellen, do you want to go back?"

"That's right, I don't want to stay here any longer."

While talking, Mellen boarded his private carriage with a slightly frivolous step.

After a shout, the carriage immediately rushed towards the other side of the city, driven by the driver outside the carriage.

Looking through the glass window and watching the brightly lit manor behind him fading away, Meren immediately turned around in the car, seemingly closing his eyes to rest, but in fact he felt the changes in himself.

Through his memory, he could know that the so-called Snake Sect's psychic deduction method is a psychic secret technique that ordinary people can use, and its main function is communication.

But compared with ordinary psychic rituals, the scope of communication of this secret technique is much larger, and it is not limited to living creatures or dead souls.

Unfortunately, because using it requires preparing a large amount of ritual materials, Meren was unable to test the specific effects of this precious knowledge at this time.

However, after being given the master-level ability, Melen's body experienced some special changes, which is quite intuitive at the moment -

He now always feels as if he has grown a third hand, and the place where this hand is connected to his body is his brain.

This feeling is very wonderful, but also very uncomfortable.

Because when Melen wanted to control this third hand, he couldn't use it at all, as if his arm was numb and he couldn't control it.

The corresponding memory in my mind does not mention what this thing is. Obviously, the existence of this third hand is beyond the scope of knowledge of necromancy.

However, when the carriage arrived in front of the gate of a classical villa, Mellen had some thoughts, but the specific effect still had to be experimented.

…

After the carriage was parked at a fixed location, the coachman began to take care of the horses. A middle-aged maid had been waiting quietly for a long time. When she saw Mellen getting off the carriage, she hurriedly carried a cold-proof cloak to greet her.

At the same time, other maids in the villa also started to get busy.

Prepare bath water, make bedding, check the bedroom for mosquitoes, prepare midnight snacks...

Mellen, who has long made money by writing books, does not live in poverty in this world. His parents in this life are not from the bottom of society. Their daily life cannot be called luxurious, but it is enough to be called exquisite.

In the past, Mellen had no feeling for this situation. Now that he has fully awakened to modern people's thinking, he feels a little awkward, but he doesn't resist.

"My lady has sent back a letter, Master Mellen, and a letter from one of your pen pals."

A servant whispered after he entered the living room. So Mellen, who was about to enter the bedroom, turned around and came to the study.

His study room is very exquisite, decorated entirely with mahogany wood, and the rows of glass window bookshelves embedded in the wall are filled with books.

Because it was spring, the fireplace on the left was closed, and the whole room was filled with the smell of camphor.

Under the silent gaze of the oil painting of a lady hanging on the wall behind him, Mellen sat on the only chair in the study and looked at the two letters placed on the desk in front of him.

The first letter was sent by my mother in this life.

As a progressive lady with forward thinking, she is not the kind of person who just stays at home and takes care of her husband and children. She is currently traveling abroad for women's rights.

Considering that it is not convenient for women to go out alone in the current era, the father in this life will naturally accompany her.

To put it simply, for the sake of ideals and love, it is too much for these two to stay at home for a month throughout the year.

The content of this letter is nothing special at the moment, just some trivial daily matters, but at the end it is mentioned that it will give him a surprise when he comes back next time.

But the specific surprise was not mentioned in the letter.

The old Riddler.

Curling his lips without any sense of expectation, Mellen looked at the second letter.

"Juliana..."

Reciting the name of the sender, Mellen couldn't help but frown.

After opening the letter and reading the contents, I felt even more disgusted.

Because of the lack of entertainment, he used to like to make pen pals through the paper address book issued by the city post office when he had nothing to do.

The current letter was sent by one of his pen pals.

However, for some reason, Melen is not interested in Juliana, the pen pal he met a year ago. If he is not in a good mood, he would not even bother to talk to her——

But now, he can do some experiments while replying to the letter.

Feeling the existence of the "third hand" in his mind, Mellen's mind moved, and a quill inserted in the ink bottle at the corner of the desk floated out instantly.

Yu shook the ink at the mouth of the bottle, and the quill flew to Melun's chest.

At the same time, a piece of white letter paper floated out of the drawer and lay dangling under the quill.

[Dear Ms. Juliana…]

The tip of the pen flicked, and lines of delicate small characters exuding the smell of ink gradually appeared on the blank letter paper.

[Although I don’t have much hope for you, I didn’t expect you to be so stupid. It really refreshed the lower limit of my understanding of you.]

…

[I have already talked about the management of subordinate employees one hundred and eighty times...]

Under Mellen's gaze, the white feather pen automatically wrote on the letter paper, and from time to time it would fly back to the ink bottle to draw new ink.

So after a while, the letter was finished.

"Should it be called telekinesis? Or the hand of the mage?"

After "putting down" the quill, Mellen began to think about this matter.

Yes, the "third hand" in his mind is this kind of thing.

It is probably a special ability that was spontaneously derived due to the stimulation when the skill was given, or it may be an ability that was awakened because the brain was stimulated too much tonight.

It's not clear yet what its upper limit is, because he feels that this hand is still continuing to "grow", or is still adapting to the body.

But this current performance alone is enough to make Mellen rethink his future.

There are extraordinary professionals like wizards in this world.

Then, as I thought before, pursuing worldly status and influence is not the right path...

Thinking of this, Meren suddenly had an idea.

"Since I can see what other people will experience in the future."

"So, can I see myself?"

Once this idea was born, it uncontrollably occupied most of his mind.

As the old saying goes, it is difficult for a healer to heal himself. Rationally, Mellen felt that it should be impossible to see his own fate.

But on the other hand, as an earthling, he clearly knows that practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

By chance, the maid knocked on the door and claimed that the bath water had been put away.

So Mellen picked up a book and walked towards the bathroom.

Then, he used a mirror in the bathroom to see two lines of information about his future.

[Tomorrow night, you will have initial contact with the mysterious realm of this world, which will make you full of hope for your future]

…

[At the end of this month, you will die]

…

"die?"

Mellen was stunned.

He has lived in this world for more than ten years without encountering many major events. Why is it that he has just awakened Golden Finger and is about to die!?

Is it because you want to come into contact with the so-called mysterious realm?

But it’s not like he’s going to die...

After being stunned for a long time, Meren squatted in the bathroom and began to think carefully.

"Based on the available clues, there are two possible directions."

"Death caused by one's own causes, and death caused by other people's causes."

"For my own reasons, either the golden finger has a hidden curse or something else, which will make me die. Or, the ability gained from the golden finger will make me die."

"The so-called Snake Sect's psychic deduction method made me have a lot of nosebleeds when I got it, and it was a master level. Who knows if this is counterproductive..."

"If it's someone else's fault, it's what I did last night."

"It's obviously not a big deal to help Tool No. 1 pick up fat girls, so..."

Facing the crisis of death, Mellen was a little panicked, but he was still calm.

Immediately afterwards, he realized that it was completely useless to try to figure it out now.

"It cannot be ruled out that the cause of my death is something that will happen in the future."

"So I should thoroughly investigate the source of the problem first, otherwise I'm just a headless fly."

"But, how should we check this?"

"Um……"

Absently looking at the attribute information on the book in his hand, Melen suddenly had an idea in his mind.

The so-called fortune should be related to the ability of fortune telling and destiny.

Using it as a "luck draw", wouldn't it be putting the cart before the horse?