With a gasp, she felt like she was truly resurrected.
“The bathtub is the womb that modern civilization has given to humans, and the hot water in the bathtub is industrial amniotic fluid.”
She looked at the Sherees dog that came over and murmured, then stood up reluctantly and continued her lyric:
“And then I was born.”
“It’s always a painful process.”
After taking a bath and changing into new clothes, Hitzfeld felt much happier and started preparing food and drinks for himself and other family members.
It was only when she was taking a bath that she remembered that there were now six mouths to feed in the family.
"Is your master very literary when I take a bath?"
He scattered some millet among the pigeons, picked up a large piece of meat and bone and threw it into the dog's food bowl. Hitzfeld stroked the dog and laughed at himself.
She felt that the only thing those pedantic writers were right about was that one's inspiration would indeed flow freely while bathing. Even a half-baked person like her could compose a few eccentric poems to express her crude perceptions of life and nature... Perhaps they also wrote their books in the bathtub, right?
It seemed like a good idea. She suddenly realized that this convenience was not only useful for writing, but could also inspire more research ideas. So she turned around and went upstairs, grabbed a set of notebooks and pens and took them to the bathroom.
This way, you can write down any ideas that come to you while taking a bath next time.
After doing all this, she patted her forehead, feeling that she had forgotten something important.
Subconsciously she felt that the matter was "important but not that important", so she simply stopped worrying about it, put on an apron and began to sweep the dust in the corridor.
Then, during the process, she saw those unused cable ducts and immediately remembered that one of the purposes of her buying the pigeon was to send a letter to Port Wein to ask Paul Drak to order a small generator suitable for civilian use.
It was a nice idea, but she didn't expect the black-hearted businessman to be so skilled that she, a famous detective, couldn't even tell that he was lying.
"You little bastards."
Sitting at the big table, she picked up a pigeon in her hand and found that it didn't even struggle, but looked stupid.
Can you really deliver letters?
She turned the pigeon over and over to study it, occasionally tracing its soft belly with her fingers, frowning and lost in thought.
Maybe it suddenly became spiritually awakened, or maybe her behavior seemed too abnormal, the fat pigeon finally fluttered its wings and tried to peck her fingers.
"do not move."
But Hitzfeld increased his force instead.
"Let's do a little experiment..."
She did it as she thought. She jumped up in an instant, carried the pigeon back to the bedroom, tied it to a piece of cardboard, and took out bottles and jars from the drawer.
“Gugu…Gugu…!”
This gray pigeon was the darkest one among the pigeons purchased. When it saw Hitzfeld start to set up the beaker to mix the potion, it suddenly felt a chill in its unenlightened head.
"For use on poultry... it's something like this, right?"
After working for a long time, Hitzfeld finally prepared a small bottle of light yellow liquid.
Its principle is not complicated. The prototype is the potion that witches use to feed black spiders. It can accelerate the growth of black spiders and comprehensively improve their endurance and intelligence.
If she remembered correctly, the original potion of this thing had no restrictions on the species it could be used in. As long as the ingredients were slightly adjusted, all species could swallow it.
But she is now the "Lord of Mystery". The creatures that she has raised in this way with her own unique knowledge are not considered to be "endowed with mystery"? Therefore, they can be transformed into "mysterious species"?
After sucking a tube of liquid medicine and feeding it to the fat pigeon, Hitzfeld nervously watched its reaction.
One minute, everything is fine.
Two minutes later, the twitching began.
Two and a half minutes, body convulsions accompanied by vomiting blood and shit.
Oops... maybe she should consider changing the room for this experiment.
It was obvious that the pigeon was dead, so Hitzfeld simply broke its neck and began to reverse the process based on the experimental notes to see where the accident happened.
After finding the possible cause, she took the dead body and the cardboard out and threw them away, and on the way back she picked up the entire birdcage.
The remaining three pigeons did not yet understand what was waiting for them.
It's too late. Too late.
Even if they spoke and argued that they were fully capable of doing the job of messenger, the scientific research train named Hitzfeld would not stop.
"Woooo..."
Only Lily huddled outside in the corridor and watched them go.
Poor Sheldon, it never dared to get on that bed again.
……
"Finally done—"
It was not until dark that Hitzfeld achieved scientific success.
She endured the hunger and fatigue and stretched herself, ignoring the two pigeon corpses splattered with blood beside her. She reached out her hand and ordered the survivor standing on the table: "Come here."
Finally, the fat pigeon trembled, flew quickly to her hand, and rubbed her wrist with its beak.
Hitzfeld sensed it and found that he could slightly feel the pigeon's emotional changes. Its current emotion was full of fear.
According to its biological instinct, it would definitely spread its wings and fly away.
But now it has lost this qualification because it has been endowed with "mystery" and has become a contracted creature of the "Lord of Mystery".
Its intelligence has been enhanced, allowing it to understand most of Hitzfell's simple commands.
It could no longer resist, even if the order was to die.
well.
Hitzfeld stroked the pigeon and felt that this alone could be used to publish a ten-inch academic paper.
Then her expression changed slightly.
The dead bone ice needle told her that there was something outside.
That thing just entered the manor.
Chapter 10: Ice Bombs and Generators
He opened the cabinet door immediately, grabbed a holster from inside and put it on his back. Without any hesitation, Hitzfeld grabbed the pigeon and ran out.
When she was leaving the house, she saw Lily cowering in the corridor and not daring to come over. She gave her advice: "Don't show your head no matter what happens next."
To be honest, she is not sure about it now.
Hitzfell Manor itself possesses certain mysterious properties, and coupled with the successful communication with the Dead Bone Ice Needles, theoretically nothing should be able to break through the fog set up on the periphery.
Ethan, Darent, Leon, Baliu... They are all very powerful extraordinary people, but they can only wander around like blind men at the gate of the manor and can't even find where the gate is.
That thing could actually sense the manor, and it seemed to her that it opened the door and walked in directly... This was too bizarre.
Evil species and extraordinary species could not have such ability. According to her thinking, those who could do such a thing were either extremely powerful evil followers or extraordinary beings who had at least reached the level of spirit possession, and neither of them was easy to deal with.
Will it be a tough battle?
she does not know.
But she will not surrender easily. At least she will try her best to defeat the opponent.
The ice needle mark can only provide warning for the outer layer of fog, and she can't feel it after the other party comes in.
So Hitzfeld was very careful when going downstairs because she didn't know whether the enemy had sneaked into the house.
She paused on the second-floor platform and threw the pigeon in her hand out.
The dove spread its wings and glided in the air. At that moment, its eyes showed two dark lights, one yellow on the left and one blue on the right. The scene of the hall captured by its eyes was fed back to Hitzfeld at the same time.
The "mysterious master" also bestowed it with a "synoptic" function similar to that of the Black Demon Spider.
Hitzfeld had two perspectives at the same time. She was the first to notice that the door to the living room was half open, with streams of cold air blowing in and the clothes and scarves hanging at the door fluttering gently.
Did he come in after all?
Her heart sank and she pulled out the white whale.
There seemed to be some movement in the side corridor, so she simply kicked off her slippers, rubbed her bare black silk feet on the floor, and moved closer to the source of the sound little by little.
The sound came from the kitchen. Hitzfeld was a little puzzled. She didn't understand - in her understanding, no assassin would go to the kitchen first after successfully infiltrating.
Even though what I cook is delicious, the taste isn’t enough to make people change their mind, so they should try it first, right?
As the distance got closer, she could already see shadows of people gathering at the door.
What are you waiting for at this time?
She stopped thinking and dove, rolling half a circle on the ground with one hand, then gripped the delicate handle of the White Whale tightly and fired four shots at the figure.
"Clap!"
The first two bullets hit the air, and the next two bullets were also dodged. But the bullet did not stop after it exploded, but exploded again with the bullet as the center, like a large cluster of ice crystal flowers blooming from the original place.
"boom!"
Then the ice flowers exploded, and the kitchen was filled with ice explosions and ice powder. Although the shadow tried his best to dodge, he was still knocked to the ground by the shock wave, and was grabbed by the neck and pressed to the ground by Hitzfeld who broke in.
Just a few tenths of a second later, the trigger of the white whale was pressed against its head.
Hitzfeld finally suppressed her murderous intent because she saw clearly that the person in her hands was actually a wooden face.
And it's not unfamiliar, I've seen it before and it looks a little familiar.
"……walnut?"
"It's me, miss!" The puppet Walnut was obviously frightened and raised his hands high. "Please don't kill me! I don't have any ill will towards you...!"
Walnut's background was backed by the entire Wheel of Fortune, and with their past friendship, Hitzfeld quickly helped it up.
A minute later, Hitzfeld was cleaning up the mess in the kitchen while listening to Walnut crying.
"Walnut helped Miss Hitzfeld take care of the house last time. Walnut was very proud of it, but Walnut did not intend to take credit for himself. Instead, he obediently returned to his post and glowed like a bundle of firewood."
“……” Hitzfeld glanced at it and said nothing.
"Walnut has been working in the library. Sometimes, His Majesty the Tree Ring Crown calls him to help with some highly confidential tasks that only a few good woods can participate in."
"Walnut is very proud of this! But Walnut did not make any requests because of this, even though Walnut has long wanted to come back here to see Miss Hitzfeld and little Ashley."
"Did the annual rings ask you to come?" Hitzfeld could guess the truth with his butt.
At the same time, she suspected that Hu Tao might have some misunderstanding about "Xiao".
"It was His Majesty the Annual Ring who asked me to come." Walnut admitted.
"What did she tell you?" Hitzfeld frowned slightly.
Speaking of the name "Lendis", the only person here who knows it is Hitzfeld.
But if she wanted to know more about Hitzfell Manor and the secrets of the Secret Keeper's family, she felt that Nianlun might be able to guess the truth.
After all, they were the tree people. Even if their inheritance had been broken, the collection of books left behind was still extremely ancient and rich. Perhaps similar things were recorded in them.
Moreover, Baliu also told her that the skin texture on the black collar looked very similar to her own, and Baliu also said that the growth rings could be seen.
But this guy didn't tell her from beginning to end.
Not even a reminder...what is this?
Feel sorry for her?
Do you think this is for her own good?
Then when she saw the thunder explode, she became depressed and sent a puppet to comfort her... Did she, Aisuen Hitzfeld, need such comfort?
"Your Majesty asked me to tell you: 'Aisun Hitzfeld is already a strong and mature person. She does not need any comfort, but she definitely needs help.'"
"helper?"
"Yes." Kurumi nodded, "That's what His Majesty said."
"..." Hitzfeld frowned and fell into deep thought.
"Her Majesty also asked me to bring a small generator. She found Ms. Pussance, and the two of them went to find Pauldrak and asked him to debug it."
"..." Hitzfeld's expression relaxed.
