Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 5 Angry's Invitation Letter
Lyle put on the clothes of the epidemic doctor, the size was obviously a little bigger, and the hem of the clothes would drag on the ground, which was a fly in the ointment.

The leather of the mask is attached to the face, with a cold touch and a faint herbal smell. Although it is not good, it is not too bad. The inside of the black coat is soft leather. Obviously, its previous owner has a good economy.

Lyle is very satisfied with all this, and he should look like a little crow. If he adds a black top hat representing his official position, he will naturally be delighted.

Doctor Bird's Mouth is not a full-time professional organization of the official organization. In history, many Doctor Bird's Mouth was a gangster who longed for fame and fortune. At that time, the plague was rampant and there was a shortage of manpower. The government gave plague doctors more benefits, and people with medical knowledge wore them under the threat of death. Put on the beak doctor's uniform, go hand in hand with death, compete with death for patients, and gain status and wealth.

Lyle felt the same way. He conducted medical research under the deterrence of divine authority, pursued wealth while avoiding the stake, and perhaps this was his own life.

After thinking wildly, Lyle prepared medical equipment, checked the fit of the gloves, and started his work with the attitude of learning for the first time.

The pupils are dilated, the body is rigid, and the torso appears corpse black. Other than that, there is no abnormal appearance on the skin surface, the limbs are intact, and there is no puncture wound.

The time of death is within six hours, and the facial features are not obviously distorted. Is it poisonous?There are no obvious needles on the body, and the digestive tract is ingested?
Then look at the esophagus.

Lyle dissects the throat area.

No abnormality.

Is it a relatively sharp special injection?

Lyle began dissecting the limbs often used for injections.

No abnormality.

It's not intravenous injection, is it a fierce person who injects directly into the body?He is also not ruled out.

No abnormality.

Cardiopulmonary, no abnormality.

Intestinal, unremarkable.

Liver, Kidney, Skull, Spine...

Lyle was confused.

Looking at this dissected body like a blooming flower in front of him, no position was overlooked, no detail was overlooked, such an anatomy can be used as a textbook in the academy, and even a scholarship will be given to Lyle.

However, no cause of death was found. In Lyle's view, it was a dead corpse, and there was no possibility of death from aging.

Lyle is getting anxious, he doesn't want his job to fail, is there any clue I'm missing?
By the way, the identity of the deceased, I still don't know who he is.

Looking at the small pile of clothes, linen shirts and trousers piled on the corner of the table, Lyle deduces that he is probably a poor/commoner like himself.

It seems that he doesn't have to worry about the follow-up problems of excessive autopsy, but what is the cause of his death?Am I going to fake one.

Just as Lyle began to struggle, an envelope shook out of the deceased's clothes.

On the faint blue wax seal is a capital A emblem, and the surrounding carvings are night eggplants, which are death knell flowers.

Why would a commoner come into contact with such a formal letter? Lyle was so old and only had one contact, which was the admission letter from Eiffel College.

Lyle became curious about the letter and its contents.

It says on the back of the letter.

For the sir/madam who yearn for the truth.

Lyle took out the stationery, another surprise.

Because that is paper.

The paper commonly used now is papyrus introduced from Egypt, and for some important documents, parchment that has been preserved for a long time is used.

But this one is different.

This is oriental paper.

To the youth of Kassandel, the paper was nothing less than a legend, thinner and tougher, and was said to have been introduced by the Arabs.

Lyle, who has traveled through, naturally knows his birthplace and sees things. This seems to be a good start.

The following is the content of the letter.

Dear Mr. Lerbuller:
You must have received our invitation, please don't be surprised, we are always looking for compatriots like you who do not forget to pursue knowledge and truth even when they are oppressed by reality.

Your perseverance has deeply inspired all those who seek truth in this dark age, and now, let me solemnly invite you to join Angerry College.The purpose of our academy is to spread and perpetuate forbidden knowledge, and we are the keepers of this age.

Due to external pressure, after you have considered it, please go to Cassandra Seventh Street NO.13 to report before ten o'clock in the evening.

And, for your personal privacy and life safety, our academy does not allow anyone to see people with their true faces, please wear your disguise and keep a low profile.

By the way, Holy Light is forbidden in the academy!Use is prohibited!

Andrews College Admissions Office
Lyle folded the stationery.

The horror in my heart could not be quelled for a long time, and what followed was ecstasy. In this age of ignorance, it turned out that I was not alone in seeking knowledge, but a kind of joy in finding an organization.

After a few minutes, the excitement began to subside.

So, how did they make sure that the letter was in my hands, did I have someone from this academy around me?Kevin, Ralph, or sheriff leader.

Also, why did they seduce me in this way, and how could they be sure that I would dig through the clothes of the deceased?How did they find such a special deceased, or in other words, Lyle had a bad guess, how did they create such a deceased.

Killing a person for a person?

Lyle doesn't know anything about this Andre College, but its mystery and weirdness have been born in Lyle's heart, and it has even turned to the bad side.

"give me back……"

A fleshy hand grabbed Lyle's arm, and a second voice came from the basement where he thought he was alone.

Fear crept up Lyle's spine.

He looked back.

The tool man who brought him the letter and was dissected out by him is standing upright at the moment, the so-called face part is facing Lyle, and the flat sphere in the eye socket is spinning abnormally, Lyle does not expect that at all. The moving pupils are facing him.

The bone-deep arm gripped Lyle's glove, and the blood stains spread on the glove along the grip.

Lyle was no longer in the mood to think about his conspiracy theories, and he knew that this was definitely not a simple physical stress response.

"Cheat corpse!!!!"

Lyle felt full of power and ran towards the entrance of the basement like a bull.

There was a clicking sound from the arm, the arm was pulled off, the five fingers were still firmly hanging on the leather glove, and the rest was left on the long table. As Lyle ran hysterically, the arm was also there. Swing wildly.

Lyle almost knocked open the iron door behind the tarpaulin, ran all the way to the front hall, and took a few breaths under Wilt's surprised eyes.

"That corpse has moved." As if afraid that they would not believe it, he pointed to the stump hanging on his arm to show them.

Their eyes were full of horror, but how to say it was much duller than expected.

No doubt, no refutation, and seemed to be quick to accept Lyle's rhetoric.

"I understand, it seems that this is the cause of death. Jordan, you guard the scene and take care of Mr. Buller. I'll go and ask my superiors." Wilt tidied up his top hat and walked out the door.

The little Mr. Jordan came over with a baton, "Buller, do you want me to help?" He pointed to the arm hanging from Lyle's body, and pointed to his baton.

Lyle understood what he meant. "Excuse me, Mr. Jordan."

Jordan inserted the baton through the gap between the phalanges, and with a forceful twist, the broken bones fell off.

"All right."

"Mr. Jordan, don't you doubt my words?"

"Doubt what?"

"I said something about corpses moving."

"Ahhh, yes, for newcomers, it might be a little more exciting."

"Ok?"

"I'm stupid, and I can't explain it to you. You've been here for a long time, and you'll get used to it."

Lyle realized once again that the world is not scientific.

After Jordan saw that Lyle was all right, he coaxed Lyle away.

Lyle also saw that the matter was over, and he also said goodbye and left, together with the invitation letter in his plague doctor's overalls.

(End of this chapter)