Like the envelope, the white card is also very clean.
There were only two words written on the card:
'Remember it.'
Behind this sentence, a tuft of black bristles was stuck with glue.
There are a few brown blood scabs stained on the bristles. If you get closer, you can smell the pungent smell emanating from the black hairs.
In the lower right corner of the card, the letters 'M·K·S' were written in black ink cursive letters.
From a design perspective, this card simply takes the concept of ‘simplicity’ to its extreme.
Therefore, the several pieces of information revealed on the card are extremely eye-catching.
"Listen to what you just said, do you know what is on the card?" Zheng Qing pinched his bald chin and muttered: "I always feel that the breath on the card is a bit familiar... I seem to have seen it somewhere."
"I have a guess, but it may not be accurate. I need to check it later." Xiao Xiao showed great interest in this letter. He finished his breakfast in threes and threes, and took out his notebook with great interest. Suddenly, he
He asked: "Who is this M·K·S? Do you know?"
"This is what I should ask you." Zheng Qing said with disgust, then he held down the fat cat's paw that was touching his breakfast, and warned: "This is mine!"
Tuantuan purred threateningly, raised its fur, shook its beard at him, and bared its sharp teeth.
"You've become a meat ball, it's time to lose weight." Zheng Qing protected his dry food without giving in at all.
"Not even a cat." Xiao Xiao was flipping through his notebook, mocking without raising his eyelids.
Tuantuan meowed in agreement.
Zheng Qing was unmoved, staring at Sha Mao with big eyes and chewing his breakfast quickly.
Tuantuan finally felt a little bored, her nose twitched, and she sneezed maliciously. Then she turned around and jumped out of the balcony before Zheng Qing got angry.
"Before you go to catch that cat, you might be interested in coming over and taking a look." Xiao Xiao stood up, rummaged through his toolbox, pulled out two pairs of gloves, and handed them to Zheng Qing.
"What is this?" Zheng Qing wiped his hands, took the thin glove, squeezed it gently, and pulled it.
Smooth, firm and elastic.
"Silk leather gloves, a disposable protective tool commonly used in magic experiments." Xiao Xiao habitually helped him popularize magic knowledge: "Compared with deerskin gloves or dragon skin gloves, silkworm leather gloves are lighter and thinner, but their protective power is also
The response is slightly worse. It is mainly used for inspection tasks that are not very dangerous."
As he spoke, he helped Zheng Qing put on a pair of gloves and said in an encouraging tone: "You can feel it,"
The silk-skin gloves are a little cold, but they are indeed very thin. There is almost no binding feeling when they are put on the hands, as if they are just an extra layer of skin.
Zheng Qing rubbed his fingers gently, but he didn't feel any separation on his fingertips.
"These are the most common iceberg silkworm leather gloves. They are self-cleaning and refreshing. The functions are not outstanding, but they are of high quality and low price. You can get two pairs for one copper." Xiao Xiao put on the gloves for himself.
, while continuing to talk endlessly:
"There are also some high-end disposable silkworm leather gloves in the magic equipment store, such as nine-eyed golden silkworm skin, five-winged cloud silkworm skin, etc. Those kind of gloves are only used by pharmacists when they prepare potions. They are very expensive."
As he spoke, he took out a transparent glass and a bunch of colorful liquids from the tool box, poured the liquids into the glass in different proportions, mixed them together, and stirred them evenly with a glass rod.
Three times to the left, five times to the right, and so on, the originally colorful liquid slowly turned into a transparent color, and looked a little sticky, like glue.
Zheng Qing was like a doctor before an operation. He raised his hands and stared blankly at Watermelon Head playing with those things, but he had no idea where to start.
This made him feel deeply frustrated.
Unlike him, Xiao Xiao seemed to be in high spirits.
He took out a pair of long-handled tweezers from the tool box, then used the tweezers to remove the tuft of hair from the card and soaked it in the viscous transparent liquid in the glass at hand.
Zheng Qing came forward with great interest.
Xiao Xiao quietly stared at the tuft of hair slowly sinking into the bottom of the cup, muttering to himself:
"There is no upwelling of any form of bubbles, which can rule out curse-like black magic."
"There is no discoloration, which can rule out the danger of abnormal viruses."
"The form has not undergone any special changes, and it can be confirmed that there are no other information elements hidden in the hair."
He pressed his notebook and checked the possible allergic reactions of the black hair one by one, but in the end he found nothing.
"This means that these hairs are basically safe." Xiao Xiao finally raised his head and nodded affirmatively: "Next, you need to take action."
Zheng Qing breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
He didn't care whether those hairs really carried black magic, he just cared that he finally didn't have to stand around and do nothing.
Xiao Xiao used tweezers to pick out the black hair in the liquid and rinsed it with clean water.
"Pinch it." He handed the black hair to Zheng Qing with tweezers and ordered.
Zheng Qing hesitated for a second and then said slowly: "Can you start now? Why do you want me to touch it..."
As he spoke, he touched his eye sockets, and the black hematoma on them had faded a lot.
"What conspiracy do you have Sibusi..." Zheng Qing looked at Xiguatou with suspicion and almost pointed at his nose and said, this must be a trap.
He was not afraid to project the worst possible ill will on this watermelon head.
Xiao Xiao almost turned his nose with anger: "This is a letter to you! If there is special information in the hair, you can only get it by touching it... The result of my touching it before you was that this tuft of black hair turned into a cluster of fly ash.
"
"The black fertilizer will evaporate when it becomes gray, and the gray fertilizer will turn black when it is used." Zheng Qing felt quite embarrassed, and muttered tongue twisters while laughing, pinched the tuft of black hair, twisted it with his fingers, and looked up at Xiao Xiao stupidly: "
It’s thick and hard, with no special feeling.”
Through the thin and tight silkworm leather gloves, Zheng Qing could clearly feel the cold aura emanating from this tuft of hair.
Other than that, there is no special information coming from the fingertips.
Xiao Xiao pushed up his glasses, nodded, quickly drew a few strokes on his notebook, and then took the tuft of black hair from Zheng Qing's hand.
"The shape is disgusting, there is a foul smell when you smell it, and you feel a slight tingling sensation on your fingertips when you touch it... This is the hair of a demon." Xiao Xiao analyzed bit by bit: "Looking at the material of this rough hair, it should appear on large and medium-sized terrestrial animals.
On mammals, such as lions, tigers, leopards, bears, and pigs..."
"That's it!" Zheng Qing suddenly realized it with a flash of inspiration, and sighed: "The sigh of Melpomene."
This is a wizard slang he learned from Lao Yao, which means 'this is such a tragedy'.
This chapter has been completed!