Chapter 2 Living Experiment
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 regulations.
The pool of blood on the ground was 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 he traveled through time, and they would never come to help him. Moreover, those people, like Saul, are ordinary people and have 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 straightened 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 were very clear.
Thor lowered his head and glanced at the hard-cover book. There was no new way of death 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 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, red 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, Thor felt like his soul was about to fly away.
Thor 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.
Where the eyes should have been were replaced by a semicircular glass cover.
The glass cover contained turbid white liquid. As she lowered her head, things that looked like eyeballs would hit the glass wall from time to time.
"What's the matter?"
The half-faced woman's red lips were slightly opened, and her voice was quite pleasant.
"Sir..." Thor heard his voice trembling. He took a deep breath to stabilize himself, "A pool of blood flowed out of the room opposite. I can't handle it. Please save me." The woman looked up, the
glass An eye appeared in the hood and clung to the edge.
Then her eyes disappeared, she lowered her head again, and chuckled: "Why should I save you?"
Sol knew that he would not be so lucky, and he met kind and helpful people as soon as he knocked on the door.
"Sir, what do you need me to do?" Thor 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 squinted over his left
shoulder hard cover book.
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. It is very bright and stable, and it must 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, with a pot of black liquid bubbling in it.
"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 a 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, waiting for Sol's reaction.
Sol knew that he had no bargaining power, so he simply didn't want to beg for mercy.
He rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, took a deep breath, stepped forward, and directly put 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 wasn't burned, he was cold.
A bone-chilling cold.
"Keke"
Thor was so cold that his teeth were trembling.
"You can take it 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 flesh and skin 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 Thor doesn'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, there was a sound of bone rubbing.
The woman opposite did not comfort Sol's fear. She stood up and pointed her finger at her chin.
"It seems that the Xishelian python has released too much gastric juice. How do you feel in your left hand now?"
"Gurgling...cold...but not painful..."
Sol endured the fear and cold and tried his best to behave like a A professional researcher.
"It seems I can still control it."
As he said that, 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 exhaled, he had expected it.
The first trial was obviously unsuccessful.
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.
"Uh..."
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, Thor immediately took out his right hand.
What is reassuring is that the one brought out this time is 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 tried hard to control the impact of his teeth.
"...It doesn't hurt, it 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 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 Sol, "Drink it."
Seeing Sol's ugly face, she laughed so hard that the white liquid on her head followed her. Swinging movements.
"Don't worry, this is not a test, it's a therapeutic potion."
(End of Chapter)