Chapter 006 | the wrong human

I held the homemade torch in both of the corridors. It worked! As I thought, it would be. The landlord has a pipe or something similar that offers him air. Between the open window with which I entered the house and the landlord's window, there should now be air currents. These air currents are so small that I cannot feel them directly. But I can see these air currents on the torch. As I held the torch in the right corridor it began to flicker slightly, as if someone were blowing it. This did not happen in the left corridor.

This means that the right corridor is the right one in this case.

As curious as I am. I'm not going to look at what the left aisle trap would have been. It could be that the landlord would be alerted and disappears.

When I continued down the right corridor, after 10-15 meters the corridor split into two new corridors. I really didn't think anything about it, just maybe that it is really uncreative from the landlord. This time the left aisle was the right one. This one led a lot further than the other one. After 5 minutes of creeping, the corridor was over. There was a small room here, and in the middle WAS THE LANDLORD!

The room was so dark that I couldn't see how big it really was. He seemed to be asleep, now my moment has come. I'll kill that bastard, old Churchill will get his place back. Our clan will be freed from his oppression! We will no longer have to give up our rations! The way to freedom lies in this murder!

I took my bamboo knife, reached out, and slit his throat open. The blood flowed out of his throat, soaking my hands and the knife. The shock made me gasp. . . . . .It ... ..... It is finished ...

I turned away to get back home and digest these experiences for now.

But when I wanted to leave, something happened that I could not have understood at the time.

The landlord got up again.

My worldview shattered! It is impossible for someone to get up after their throats have been cut. The brain has no more blood supply and can no longer function! Does it have something to do with the landlord's ristic? The landlord raised his arm and hit me in the face. I fell on my back. The grinning, smiling landlord stood in front of me. Unbearable pain ran through my cheek. The blood mixed with my tears. The landlord swung out for another punch.

NO! If I die here, we will never escape his oppression!

With all my might, I rushed towards this bastard! I managed to avoid his fist. And stabbed him in the chest. He fell on the floor. My brain shut down and I stabbed him in the chest until he stopped moving. I stopped slowly as my strength was also weakening.

My entire body was soaked with blood.

He is dead

Suddenly, someone started clapping from one of the corners of the room. It was a weak and slow clap. A tall man came up: "That was a good job, Paul," he said in a flat voice. I was too surprised by this sudden appearance that I didn't even think about the fact that this man might be an enemy. Now suddenly the dead landlord began to turn into a slime. His hair and clothes disappeared. All that was left was a small white slime ball. The mysterious man opened a bottle that I recognized from one of my books, I had found. It was a test tube. The man held the test tube to the slime, and it wandered into it. My questions piled up: Who are you? What is this landlord ?! Why do you know my name ?! The man replied, "My name is Graham, the slime you just saw was my Ristic: I can create homunculi. You can easily recognize them by their pale skin. '' He did not answer, why he knew my name, but replied with this statement:"The landlord is only an example of the constant oppression in this world. But such people are just small fish in this aquarium. The group of people who give these people their strength is the supreme court. Their rules allow the strong to take advantage of the weak

but to crush the supreme court, we will need your father''