The agents were all shrewd people. For example, she was sure that Leon should have noticed something was wrong a long time ago. If she had some mental abnormalities due to such a huge blow - such as a soul being torn apart, then they would not remain indifferent.
But many things really cannot be explained simply. It is not impossible that she is special and can hide her past.
Turning to the next page, Hitzfeld decided to sort out the whole thing from the beginning.
With her pen moving, she wrote on the paper: [①: Aisuen Hitzfeld’s mental condition is indeed abnormal.]
That's for sure, otherwise there would be no need for her to come back and live in seclusion. She could just continue living and taking cases as a normal person. At the very least, she wouldn't go so far as to ignore her friends when they came to the door.
She was not ready for that yet, and she vaguely felt that she was also developing an emotion that was more like "hatred" towards the outside world.
But at the same time, she has needs for the outside world. She would regularly hide it from everyone and go out for a walk alone wearing a special mask. This kind of emotion and psychology can indeed be said to be quite divided.
"I do... I've been out like this a few times and no one noticed anything was wrong, and even Ashley didn't know about it."
She frowned in thought.
This means that if something magical happened to me while I was out and about, I wouldn’t necessarily be aware of it at the time.
Call the man's face [Mask x], and call the other faces she remembered [Mask a], [Mask b]... She has every chance of changing it to [Mask x] while wearing Mask a/b, and then sneaking away to do something unplanned.
After finishing, go back to the place that covered her consciousness and put the mask back on. Maybe it would just take her a moment of distraction, and she wouldn't notice it if she didn't look at the time specifically.
Well, if the soul-tearing really exists, and there was indeed another consciousness covering it at that time.
There is another possibility.
She continued below: [②: Time and space at Hitzfeld Manor.]
She lived alone at Hitzfell Manor most of the time.
Pets are not considered humans. Ashley only comes back once every 1-2 weeks. She had not received any guests before last week. Not counting Walnut, she had 5 days free every week for almost a month.
No one would come to disturb her during these five days, and she - because she had not anticipated this possibility before, and she did not write a corresponding diary about what she did every day, so during this time, in the time that she subconsciously ignored and passed naturally, whether something would temporarily cover her consciousness to go out and do things, this is really hard to confirm.
To put it more technically: Ezun Hitzfeld has plenty of time to commit crimes.
“It can’t be considered a crime, right?” The girl took a breath, frightened by the thought that popped up in her mind.
There is no definite evidence at present, right? Although it is very suspicious how these drug materials were obtained, it is very likely that they were obtained through evil channels, but after all, it has not been confirmed... There is no problem with the materials, so this cannot be considered a crime, right?
Chapter 38 I am the mysterious master
"I did not understand."
Hu Tao was wearing a maid's dress, and her false eyelashes fluttered up and down. "Does the master want Hu Tao to observe if there is anything abnormal in the master's daily life?"
"That's right." Hitzfeld bent down slightly and looked at the puppet seriously. "This is a difficult task. Can I trust you now?"
"That's definitely no problem!" Walnut patted his chest, "Walnut can do anything! Walnut is the owner's plush cotton-padded jacket on winter nights!"
But soon her shoulders dropped, and she asked cautiously, "So...what kind of behavior does the host consider to be [abnormal]?"
She didn't understand, or she felt that even any normal person wouldn't understand it - what did it mean to observe what was abnormal about the other person in their daily life?
"I'll just go get the medicine..." Hitzfeld said.
"Oh!" Walnut interrupted her, "As long as the host goes to make medicine, then the host is abnormal!"
"No... yes..." Hitzfeld was speechless. She clenched her fists and thought for a long time, then ran to the big table, opened the drawer, took out manuscript paper and pen, and quickly wrote a bunch of things.
"Come." Then she came back and handed the manuscript to Walnut, "Read it aloud."
“从现在开始直到明天日落，晚间9：00-12：00——沸血药剂；12：00到凌晨1：00——准备夜茶；凌晨1：00-6：00——沸血药剂；早间6：30-7：30——准备早餐……”
"Is this a plan?" Walnut narrowed one eye.
"Schedule." Hitzfeld corrected the name. "I will take specific actions according to the form I gave you. As long as my subsequent actions do not match this schedule, it means that I am [abnormal]!"
"Do you follow this schedule every day?"
"No... I'm just giving you an example temporarily." Hitzfeld rubbed his forehead. "Also, go upstairs and cover the ointment box now. It's on the handrail at the entrance of the third floor. Cover it and bring it back to me."
Kurumi had no idea what she wanted to do, but she was very obedient and just did it without asking any questions.
Hitzfeld suddenly felt that it would be nice to have such a little butler.
At least it's better than humans, right? Humans are curious, but their fragile bodies can hardly bear the cost of curiosity.
After getting the box of ointment, Hitzfeld went straight to the kitchen and threw it into the freezer.
The newly improved nourishing incense is very good for her and should have an inhibitory effect on the thing that is affecting her.
But - if she wanted to determine what was happening to her through observation experiments, she'd better not use this thing for the time being.
"There are still five days until the next dream." She secretly planned, "As long as I figure out what the situation is before then, and then take it out... It shouldn't delay anything."
So she immediately launched a new project, the content of which included not only observation experiments on herself, but also the Sheldon dog, which had to wait for two days for its owner to force it to take a bath.
Lily was obviously a little confused. At 8 o'clock in the evening of the third day, after dinner, she followed Hitzfeld to the next floor. Her pair of blue dog eyes reflected the scene of two winter sparrows taking a bath.
It was in a small bowl that Hitzfeld had put out to give them water to drink, but they had to be washed, so she had to pour out some of the water to prevent them from falling in and drowning.
"Birds are actually very clean," Hitzfeld told Lily while observing the birds bathing. "They will find stagnant water to bathe whenever they want. They take great care of their feathers."
"Woof!" Lily called out to her and bit her skirt and dragged her outside.
"What are you doing?" Hitzfeld was puzzled. She was dragged downstairs by the dog. When she returned to her bedroom door, she found that the silly dog was going to take her to the bathroom. Then she realized that Lily was itching for a shower and wanted to take a bath too!
"Not now!" She patted the dog's head lightly, trying to force Lily to open her mouth. "The experiment is not ready yet... You have to wait a few more days. I want to see if your reaction is different from before..."
"Woo woo!" The Shelby was driven away by her, but it didn't leave completely. Its four legs were stuck stiffly on the ground, and it jumped back and forth around the bathroom, as if it was having epilepsy.
This was indeed something that had never happened before. Hitzfeld summoned that forbidden knowledge and determined that the spirit enhancer would not cause addiction.
But it’s hard to say.
Spirit enhancers may not be addictive, but they don't need to be so to achieve similar effects.
Because wisdom...
Once you have tasted the fruit of wisdom, what can resist the temptation and continue to endure your mediocre self?
Rubbing his forehead, Hitzfeld simply took off his clothes and took a bath for himself and Lily.
But this time he didn't use the special soap. After he was done, he sent the silly dog downstairs and let it warm itself by the fire. When he came back, he found Walnut curled up in the corner, staring at him.
"I asked you to observe me, not to play tricks." Hitzfeld walked over and scolded Walnut speechlessly.
"Do you know this is scary?"
"I'm sorry!" Walnut immediately admitted her mistake, "Next time, Walnut will try not to be discovered by the host~"
Is this a question of discovery or not?
Hitzfeld was even more speechless.
Walnut is her housekeeper, and as long as she moves around the house normally, no one here usually pays attention to her.
Just when she wanted to say something else, Walnut said again: "But this is the owner's own request... It's too inconvenient to keep watching, it's better not to follow all the time..."
"What did you say?"
Hitzfeld was stunned at first, and then a chill came over him.
She... When did she give such an order?
"Yesterday." Hu Tao counted on her fingers. "It was about 7:50 last night. Hu Tao remembers it very clearly. When you went upstairs, you found Hu Tao still following you, so you gave Hu Tao this order."
"and you……?"
"But Hu Tao still remembers the master's previous orders~" Hu Tao grinned, "I want to observe the master without making it inconvenient, so I can only hide and watch..."
"Seven fifty last night." Hitzfeld held his temple. "I don't remember saying that at all..."
Walnut shouldn't be lying.
She doesn't even know the purpose of doing this experiment, so what's the point of lying?
"Walnut." Hitzfeld's face was stern. "Let me ask you, did I give you any special feelings at that time?"
"What is that special feeling?"
"It's just that you think I look different than usual."
"...Yes." Pinocchio nodded vigorously after thinking for a while.
"Indeed, Master... you looked a little scary at the time."
"Scary?"
"Walnut doesn't know how to describe it, it's just--" Walnut gestured with both hands, and then pointed at Hitzfeld's open left eye: "It's this eye! It looks like it's alive!"
……
Hitzfeld hardly knew how he got back to his bedroom.
After waking up, she quickly sat down at the table, opened her last notebook and continued writing:
[After only two days of stopping the use of soap containing spirit-enhancing ingredients, the attraction of living animals to spirits decreased significantly.]
[The White-feathered Snow Eagle and the Half-moon Owl (scientific name for owls) have both shown some degree of anti-birth, and the two Winter Sparrows have become much more wary of me. Only the Gray Band-tailed Pigeon (scientific name) remains close to me because it has been thoroughly domesticated.]
[From this, it was determined that the previous increase in intimacy was not normal.]
[But when I went out yesterday, I didn’t find the source of the soap. I don’t rule out the possibility that it was the same as the batch of herbs, and it was also a self-directed and self-acted ‘result’.]
When she wrote this, she was stunned for a while.
Then, as if she had made up her mind, she took out another dark brown ointment box from the drawer and applied the prepared ointment to the upper part of her lips and under the root of her nose, and also applied a little on her temples and forehead.
She took a breath of the fragrance and opened her eyes again. What she saw was a little blurry, a bit like the perspective of a drunk, with the edges and corners blurred.
Taking advantage of this state, she picked up a pen and wrote on the paper:
[No matter who you are, I sincerely invite you to come out and chat.]
Then she stopped and stared at the hand holding the pen, feeling and experiencing...
Suddenly—the hand moved on its own before her eyes.
He held the pen with his fingers and started a new line, writing down the following content fluently:
[Hello, Aisuun.]
[As you thought, I am the Lord of Mystery.]
Chapter 39 Seal
Then this is a showdown.
Restraining the shock and excitement, Hitzfeld was certain that both of them should have revealed their cards.
"So..." She stretched out her voice, "From now on, I speak and you write, and we communicate like this... Do you agree?"
His right hand lost control again, and he wrote: [Totally agree.]
"First question, you said you are the mysterious master, but how do you exist?" The girl narrowed her eyes, "Can I understand that you are my torn spirit or soul?"
[Mysterious Lord, exists by relying on mystery.] His right hand quickly wrote on the paper, [You have mastered that knowledge, but you have not thought about what changes it will bring to you, especially when you have the flesh and blood of the evil god and the blood of the Sun King - you should know that any one of these two can easily achieve 'immortality'.]
"You are the eye?" Hitzfeld covered his left eye with his hand. "You are the evil god's eye... You are qualified to control that knowledge, which originally belonged to you..."
[You are being too one-sided.] The right hand paused for a moment before starting to write: [I said, this is 'both'. The evil god's flesh and blood and the Sun King's blood are both indispensable... You understand, don't you? This is what is called 'eternal life with the blood of the gods'.]
"Don't talk nonsense." Hitzfeld gritted his teeth and said, "If immortality through divine blood was so easy to achieve, the Goddess of Mechanical Sun would have used my body to appear on earth long ago!"
[How do you know she has never appeared?]
Hitzfeld's eyelids twitched.
[Whether facing the Golem God or the subsequent frivolous tribulations, if the God Blood does not wake up and help you, you will be killed directly many times.]
"You have no evidence." Hitzfeld insisted on his point of view. "From my personal understanding, it is more like some kind of spontaneous reaction, rather than the existence of her will in the blood."
This time the right hand hesitated even longer, so long that Hitzfeld suspected that it was thinking - which immediately frightened her in her heart.
Because if this is true, that is, the other party is really thinking, what is the carrier of its thoughts?
Is it the left eyeball?
But the left eyeball has many nerve tentacles connected to her brain. Doesn't this mean that she and the other person share the same brain?
So what exactly am I facing and communicating with now?
