The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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“I saw with my own eyes you being chopped into pieces by a kitchen knife, your remains thrown into the trench in the Gulf of Gulins…”

His mind was nearing its limit; he muttered to himself in a daze, his eyes bulging with rage.

"Ah--"

Professor Dusan, who was presumed to be "dead," just chuckled softly, his eyes filled with malicious mockery.

Looking at that face, the image of Dusan when he died uncontrollably flashed into Davis's mind.

On the Fenrir, his limbs were severed and dismembered, leaving only his head, which starved open like a dead fish. Those eyes, those eyes filled with despair and malice…

Davis bit his inner lip tightly, his teeth digging into his flesh, drawing blood without him even realizing it.

At that moment, Professor Duchamp seemed to be... smiling at himself. Just like now, with a melancholic and ironic tone.

In his recollection, he saw Toussaint's severed limbs begin to writhe on the ship's deck; he saw Toussaint's head, hanging from the mast, smile; he saw the blood and gore on the ground begin to dance...

The memories that should have died long ago, which were once held by the young folklorist, have now "come alive" in his mind in a different way.

Davis was filled with fear, and he collapsed almost limply, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Just as he remained still, the sound of the door being opened suddenly rang out, followed by a gust of wind filled with a putrid stench that rushed into the bedroom.

Because of his earlier shouts and noises, the mud-like figure had locked onto the room.

The next day, it dragged its sticky body and crawled around the room, looking around.

Although this creature's head, made of a lump of mud, had no facial features, it did exhibit remarkably human-like "excitement," or rather, greed...

……what is that?

The air, thick with the stench of decay, filled Davis's nostrils. He remained slumped down, head down, not daring to lift his head.

The sudden threat brought him back to his senses, and he began to think about how to escape. But he soon realized with despair that escape was impossible.

The guest room windows at the Hanover Residence were reinforced with steel twisted bars, making jumping out of the window impractical. The only door was currently blocked by the creature's body; forcing their way in would be tantamount to suicide.

Should I hide? But it has already seen me...

Davis's mind was in complete disarray, and he was only able to stay conscious by relying on the survival instinct that comes from human blood.

“Davis, you’re still as cowardly and incompetent as ever. Like a dog that’s never been loved, even after being abandoned by its owner, it still wags its tail and begs for mercy. Tsk tsk…”

Professor Dusan's deep, husky voice drifted over quietly. It was so close, it felt like it was right next to his ear…

Davis glanced to the side and then saw Dusan's aged and sinister face. But Dusan was still standing there, and that face... came from a head that had rolled to the ground.

"Your life is worthless, your studies are a failure, and you can't even protect your own academic achievements. What you so desperately desire is nothing more than readily available to me!"

Dusan's lips moved strangely, while blood continued to seep from the severed end of his throat.

No, that's not right! I wrote most of the academic papers you published in these seven years, and all your research results on the Wenlanta underwater ruins came from my field exploration!

All you did was copy those words from the notebook I wrote with my life on the line...

Davis desperately wanted to refute the "Dusan" in front of him, to tear his mouth apart, and then smash his head to pieces on the corner of the table.

Fear and anger surged up at the same time, and in an instant... a thought flashed through his mind like an electric current.

At least three seconds had passed, but the seven monsters that had broken in hadn't made a move.

Given its size and the force with which it broke through the door, if I had been attacked... I would probably have been disemboweled by now.

Meanwhile, Toussaint constantly tried to provoke himself during this process.

...It should be said that Dusan's provocation began the moment he appeared in the room and never stopped.

He was trying to lose his mind, and then... make a noise.

Since Dusan couldn't hurt himself, he had to rely on other things to do so.

In a moment of realization, Davis felt a sense of relief.

I was dazed for a few seconds after collapsing to the ground, which is why I remained "quiet." That's probably why I wasn't attacked.

He felt he had grasped the correct answer, and immediately remained lying on the ground, trying his best not to move. He ignored Professor Toussaint's vicious curses.

"Ho..."

The sludge-like creature, having failed to find its target, quickly grew restless. It paced back and forth in the room, neither attacking Davis nor showing any inclination to leave.

For Davis, there are only three things left to do now.

Waiting, patience, and...prayer.

Fran, in the other guest room bedroom, kept a close eye on the activity next door and the situation in the mansion model.

Knowing to keep quiet, it seems Davis is a rather intelligent type.

However, to pursue a career as a folklorist, intelligence alone isn't enough. You also need to be incredibly resilient...

Although he initially lost his temper and shouted a few words, he quickly realized that the mud-like creature attacked by "sound tracking," so he stopped making a sound.

Fran stroked a golden prayer seal he had just pulled from the medicine box, observing the situation in the toy house with great interest.

The Davis terracotta figure that suddenly collapsed to the ground, the mud-like humanoid figure that lingered and hesitated in the room, and the Dusan terracotta figure whose head had fallen off.

Although Davis is not in immediate danger, the sludge-like humanoid is unlikely to leave anytime soon.

He might need some help... Coincidentally, I'm also quite interested in the interactive experiments with this mansion model.

Fran turned his gaze to the side hallway of the mansion model, where many expensive ornaments were displayed on both sides.

Flower arrangements, lampposts, paintings... and a majestic and imposing ancient knight's armor.

It held a long halberd, and the silver-gray armor covering its body gleamed in the candlelight.

Of course, there were no candles in the dollhouse, and the little knight dolls inside were even made of ceramic. It seemed they were worried that metal toys might scratch the children's hands.

"Will it succeed?"

Fran pursed his lips, a strangely amusing smile playing on his lips.

She raised her hand, placed the golden prayer emblem from her palm into the mansion model, and affixed it to the ancient knight's armor.

After completing this action, Fran closed the door of the mansion model and waited for the "variable" to take effect.

……

"Qiang."

A metallic twisting sound rang out.

The ancient knight in his armor took a slow but resolute step, a deep blue light shining from the gaps in his eye sockets, as if he had been given life.

It removed its helmet and then pulled out the wooden frame used for securing it from the empty interior, with such force that the entire frame shattered into pieces as it was pulled out.

After completing all this, the knight put his helmet back on his neck guard.

The undisguised metallic clanging quickly caught the attention of the mud-like humanoid.

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In the empty, deep corridor, the mud-covered humanoid and the knight in armor met face to face.

The former was searching for the source of the sound, while the latter... was searching for the source of the foul stench emanating from the mansion. Almost the instant they met, the knight in armor charged towards the mud-like figure as if stimulated by something.

One can sense an extremely strong "emotion" emanating from this knight's armor, like a hot-tempered person seeing a cockroach and wanting to crush it with disgust.

"Ho-"

For the first time, the monster formed of filth and decay felt confused. In the past, it was the pursuer; why was someone seeing it today showing no sign of fleeing?

The metallic clanging grew ever closer, and the gleaming halberd pierced the head of the mud-like humanoid with deadly precision, then began to violently stir.

The mud-like humanoid went berserk immediately after being injured, its human limbs crawling rapidly across the floor like a grotesque giant centipede.

It angrily wanted to tear this overconfident enemy apart, but the other party seemed to be extremely experienced with alien-type opponents.

The knight's halberd swung without any gaps or openings, constantly shifting its position. Despite wearing heavy steel armor, his movements were remarkably agile and nimble, each action precise and perfectly timed.

Davis remained in a prostrate position, watching as the enormous shadow on the ground disappeared from the room, and his tense nerves began to relax slightly.

Something was holding the monster back...

Although he didn't know what it was, it was undoubtedly good news for Davis. When the sludge-like humanoid was in the room, he could barely breathe, and now he was showing signs of oxygen deprivation.

Upon witnessing this scene, Professor Dusan's eyes twitched slightly, and his pupils, as wide as those of a dead man, were filled with disbelief.

"How could you leave? How could you leave! You should have let him die here, you should have killed him here!"

"Come back quickly, please..." His voice was almost pleading.

Looking at Dusan, who was still murmuring, Davis's fear had subsided considerably.

At that moment, he felt only disgust.

“Professor Dusan, I didn’t understand why you treated me this way. I respected you so much, I even regarded you as my father. Even if the paper I wrote was published without my name... I could bear it.”

"But you didn't stop at all. You even took away the exploration notebook that was more important than my life."

"Later... I understood."

Davis slowly stood up, looking down at the bloodied head on the ground.

"You're just jealous."

He raised his foot and stepped on Dusan's head, slowly but forcefully crushing it.

If he weren't afraid that making a noise would cause the mud-like figure to return, he would probably have used a more brutal method.

The human skull is extremely hard, and it would be impossible to damage it by simply "crushing" it with one's foot. But Dusan's head was crushed into a pulp almost effortlessly, as if it had been rotting for a long time and the bone had softened and completely softened.

After destroying "Dusan's" head, his headless body also disappeared without a trace.

Davis looked down at his feet with some confusion. The place where he should have been standing on a pile of mangled flesh and broken bones was empty.

The appearance and disappearance of "Dusan" seemed like figments of his imagination. But the lingering smell of decay in the air reminded him... you're not dreaming.

At the same time, several lines of words made of blood appeared on the floor of the guest room.

The crimson sails billowed in the wind, billowing at the top of the masts.

All of this—everything—is now a thing of the past. The blood-stained wind whispers in my ear, dispelling the dust of bygone days from my heart.

The envious teacher has vanished like lingering waves.

[The ghost of the dead reappears, and fear reignites like a fire.]

It was a short poem with an unusual rhythm.

"This poem...is it about my past?"

The horrifying feeling that had been suppressed now enveloped David's entire body again. He felt an indescribable chill, and even his thoughts became sluggish.

Professor Toussaint, long dead; monstrous decay; and poems written in blood that appeared out of nowhere… the secrets of the Hanover manor are likely far beyond my imagination. Tonight has only just begun; can I truly survive this night?

“Hmm… Mr. Davis, judging from the contents of ‘Second Chapter,’ you have a teacher who isn’t very likable. And this teacher’s fate was equally unpleasant.”

A soft female voice suddenly rang out, startling Davis.

He then looked towards the door and saw Fran yawning, covering his mouth with his hand.

"Dr. Fran..."

Davis whispered the name of the person in front of him. He was somewhat surprised, but still kept his voice very low.

The sludge monster haunted him, making him hesitant to make any sound.

Then he noticed that the doctor in front of him seemed different from the one in the banquet hall. She seemed to have become...much smaller.

It was as if she had suddenly reverted from an adult to a child, with even a hint of a mischievous little girl in her eyes and brows. Her original doctor's uniform had been replaced with a summer-style white silk dress, which... well, looked a bit too cute.

What happened to you?

"This is an effect originating from my room, and it's currently difficult to resolve. There's no real impact, so there's no need to worry."

Fran answered rather calmly, his delicate, youthful face displaying a composure beyond his years.

"Let's go find the others."

She waved lightly and then prepared to leave the room.

Davis seemed to be affected by Fran's calm demeanor, and his tension lessened. However, he still felt uneasy and hesitated to follow the girl in front of him.

After all, the monster was outside, while the guest room was relatively safe.

“Dr. Fran, there’s danger outside in the corridor. That thing…”