Chapter 161
It took Thor nearly ten hours for the Riddler to find all the materials. Transferring everything safely to the cart took almost the same amount of time.
In other words, when Sol packed his things, it was already the early morning of the 30th.
Thor thumped his arm, which was sore from moving up and down, and put the cart aside first.
It's not yet six o'clock in the morning, and the East Tower is not safe. You can't go out until the candlelight turns back to white.
While there was still some time left, Thor carried a lamplighter and walked through the shelves to the back of the corpses.
He hasn't checked the number of candles today.
The number of burning candles cannot be less than eighty-one, and to ensure safety, it is best to have more than one hundred.
"One, two, three..."
Thor walked beside the wall around the corpses, counting the lights one by one.
"Chi..."
As soon as Sol counted the tenth candle, he watched it go out on its own.
Without saying a word, he raised the lamplighter high, drew the blue flame close to the wick, and relit the lamp.
The candle lamp was ignited by the flame from the lamplighter port and immediately became bright again.
But as soon as Sol put down the lamplighter, the candlestick went out again with a "chi" sound.
Click again, go out again, click again, go out again.
Sol put down the lamplighter with a gloomy expression, looked around and made sure that the number of candlesticks burning was definitely more than eighty, then rolled up his sleeves and continued to raise the lamplighter.
He half-closed his eyes to visualize the erosion map, staring closely at the naughty candlestick through the slits of his eyelids.
This time, when he relighted the candle, a translucent pale lip appeared out of thin air, and then pouted at the candle...
Saul immediately turned the lamplighter so that the flame on the port coincided with the mouth.
"Ula wala jili gulu..."
He vaguely heard a few wails. Although he couldn't understand them, he felt they were curse words.
So Saul unceremoniously chased and burned the mouth with the lamplighter.
White flames appeared on its translucent lips, causing it to twist its mouth and fly away in fear.
Thor would not let it go easily. He held up the lamplighter and pursued it persistently.
One runs away, the other chases.
Thor followed the mouth and ran into the group of corpses, watching helplessly as it landed on one of the corpses.
Saul stopped and looked at the diary on his left shoulder sincerely. Then he picked up the lamp and approached the body.
"Were you the one causing trouble just now?" Saul raised the lamplighter and waved it in front of the corpse.
The corpse had its eyes closed tightly and behaved like an ordinary corpse.
But after seeing the troublemaker just now and his experience of seeing himself when he possessed these corpses, Thor seriously doubted that these corpses were not unconscious.
They can see the outside world, have memories... and can cause trouble!
Is it possible to keep the candle lights bright in Chuishou Valley just to guard against these corpses?
Thor raised the lamplighter, but this time he did not light a fire, but held the still-hot port against the corpse's mouth.
"If you make any more trouble, your mouth will be burned."
After threatening him fiercely, Thor walked back to the candlelight.
This time the candle did not go out again, and no candle failed to be lit again.
Sol counted along the wall. There were a total of one hundred and eight lights on, and there were still a few that didn't light up even with a lamplighter.
Maybe it's broken.
After checking the candle lamp, Thor turned around and observed the corpses standing in the warehouse.
Because of his experience working in a morgue, Saul is not afraid of the flesh and blood of corpses, but when he stays here, Saul always feels something strange.
He always felt that when he wasn't paying attention, these corpses would move on their own, change their positions, watch and even talk about him.
That feeling of having eyes always focused on your back even though you haven't discovered anything is really uncomfortable.
When Saul was organizing the warehouse, he also deliberately noted the location of each corpse, but during subsequent inspections, he never saw them move.
But having had the experience of inexplicably possessing corpses, he also understood that even if these corpses could not move, they were definitely not truly abnormal.
It's just that these corpses are all important numbered items in the warehouse, and Saul can't even dissect one of them for research.
But Thor is not really helpless against them. As his research on souls deepens, one day he will ask his mentor to borrow a corpse for study.
Letting these guys go for the time being, Thor continued to organize the things in the warehouse.
As the new warehouse manager, he plans to make an item retrieval table, sorted by characters, so that he will not waste time looking for things in future tasks.
This is also a big project.
He was busy until 6 o'clock, when the East Tower was lifted. Only then did Sol put down the semi-finished product in his hand and left the warehouse with the cart.
After passing a fork in the road and a room filled with boxes, he quickly came to the outermost double-leaf bronze metal door.
Sol pulled the car backwards and pushed open the door on the right with one hand. After confirming that the door on the left had not moved at all, he walked out.
Outside the door was a darkness that was almost solid. The candle lights on the wall had shrunk into white halos, making it impossible to move.
After walking through the dark corridor, I reached the second floor of the East Tower without even realizing it.
Thor walked to the outside and immediately saw Cullom who was sneaking into the third corpse room.
The other party didn't see Thor, and his face looked as excited as a child stealing candy.
"He really likes the work in the morgue!" Saul shook his head and sighed as he walked.
Thor believed that unlike Coulomb, who was obsessed with corpses, he simply enjoyed the pleasure of a successful experiment.
Because his body is bloated and difficult to move, Teacher Rum is probably the only person in the tower who can hardly go out.
In the past two years, Thor has met with Rum several times, and each time he mainly reports on the experimental results.
Tutor Rum did not persuade Saul to study under his name again. I don’t know if he has given up or was secretly stopped by Instructor Kaz.
Thor secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He knocked on the door, but no one answered, but the folding door automatically opened a small crack.
It is said to be a small gap, enough to accommodate Sol and the cart together.
Entering the room and pushing open the heavy curtain with one hand, Thor once again saw the sunlight and the increasingly dark corners against the sunlight.
Instructor Rum is sitting in this darkest corner.
"Teacher Rum, this is the material prepared for you." Thor stepped forward and said respectfully.
After about ten seconds, the motionless Rum whispered: "Put it on the table."
Saul transferred everything to the table, bowed to Rum, and prepared to leave.
"Sniff..."
Rum, who was originally like a silent mountain of meat, suddenly sniffed at Thor.
"Where did the doll on you come from?"
Doll? Thor hesitated.
His relationship with the Lord of Gorza Tower has always been a secret. Except for Master Kaz, no one else knows.
But this time when he returned to the tower, Gorsa took Thor away in full view of the public. There were not only Byron and others at the scene, but also five prisoners who were traveling on land and boating.
It seems that the tower owner no longer wants to keep it secret. When he was given the red-eyed doll, he was not warned not to tell anyone.
What made him change his mind?
These thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and Thor did not hide it, "It was given to me by the Tower Master."
"Hmm..." Rum narrowed his eyes and looked at Thor, as if he was meeting him for the first time.
Sol could only lower his head and look at it.
After not seeing each other for a few months, Tutor Rum gained weight again.
His height has not changed, but the fat around his body has increased, piling up into a mountain, gradually beginning to engulf his fairly normal head.
Instructor Rum just sat there, leaving Thor standing aside with cold hands and feet and uneasiness.
Like an active volcano that could erupt at any time.
"You...have you decided to major in dark elements? You should understand that your talent is actually more suitable for studying fields related to spiritual bodies and mental power." Teacher
Rum spoke again, and it was a topic he had not mentioned for a long time.
This time Thor did not hesitate, "Yes, Tutor Rum, I have made my decision." "
Is this your own choice? Is anyone forcing you?"
I didn't expect Rum to be so straightforward and abrupt. When asked, Thor was surprised, but nodded to express his attitude.
"Ha." Rum chuckled, "It's not bad to major in dark attributes. Maybe this is destiny."
Thor couldn't understand what his mentor meant. These strong men were all Riddlers.
When he is promoted to an official wizard, these people will definitely guess what he means!
Chapter 2 A few minutes later
(end of chapter)