Thor stood there.

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

The candlelight on the wall had changed from dim yellow to dim yellow. When it turned bright yellow, it meant that tomorrow would be dawn. Before the candlelight emitted white light, Thor had to return to the fourth floor.

These were the rules.

The pool of blood on the ground was still there.

If he left, it would become fertilizer for the flowers the next day.

But how to clean it up?

He was an ordinary person without any extraordinary means. How could he deal with the weird murderous blood?

Ask for help from others?

The boys who lived together seemed to be somewhat hostile to Thor before he crossed over. They would never come to help him. Moreover, those people were ordinary people like Thor and had no ability to help him.

Find a butler?

But the butler never appeared at night, and Thor didn't know where to find him.

His current activity area was the fourth servant floor and the eleventh to thirteenth floors.

There was no other way.

Thor's trembling fingers suddenly stabilized.

He put the mop back into the cart and straightened his clothes.

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

In the silent corridor, the three knocks were very clear.

Sol lowered his head and glanced at the hardcover book, which did not show his new way of death.

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

Sol held his breath.

The door opened little by little.

A slender figure appeared behind him.

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

Sol looked up and saw a beautiful chin, rosy and plump lips, a high nose bridge, and the top... was gone.

The woman only had half a head!

In the dark night, seeing such a picture, Sol felt that his soul was about to fly away.

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

But his teeth clattered uncontrollably.

The woman opposite lowered her head. The upper half of her head was gone. The skin and flesh at the cut of her head turned 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. As she lowered her head, something that looked like an eyeball hit the glass wall from time to time.

"What's the matter?"

The half-faced woman opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was quite pleasant.

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

The woman looked up, and an eyeball appeared in the glass cover tightly attached to the edge.

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

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

"My lord, what do you need me to do?" Thor lowered his head.

He was just a servant, not qualified to make conditions.

The woman held her chin with her slender fingers, "I need a ** 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 at the hardcover book on his left shoulder.

The hardcover book did not respond.

Thor was too weak now, and he could only rely on the death prompt of the hardcover book to gamble.

"Okay!"

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

She stepped aside to let Thor enter her room, and then walked outside and did something unknown.

Thor stood in the woman's room.

He found that this place was much larger than the dormitory where more than a dozen people lived, and there was a suite inside.

The oil lamp was on in the living room, very bright and stable, and it should also have the effect of witchcraft.

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