High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 141: Chapter 65: Black Hair Card_1

Just like the envelope, the white card was extremely clean.

Only two words were written on the card:

’Remember it.’

Glued behind these words was a small clump of black, hard hair.

A few crusts of brownish blood were stuck to the hair, which emitted a choking scent when brought close to the nose.

’M·K·S’, three letters written in cursive using black ink were on the bottom right corner of the card.

From a design perspective, this card utilized the concept of ’simplicity’ to the extreme.

Because of this, the little information revealed on the card was extremely striking.

”From what you’ve just said, do you know what’s on the card?” Zheng Qing stroked his bare chin, mumbling, ”I feel like I’ve seen this scent on the card somewhere... it feels familiar.”

”I have a guess. But I can’t confirm it until I do some later checks.” Xiao Xiao found the letter quite interesting. He wolfed down his breakfast, then eagerly pulled out his notebook, suddenly asking, ”Do you know who M·K·S is?”

”I should be asking you that question.” Zheng Qing retorted sarcastically, while simultaneously stopping Fatty Cat from reaching towards his breakfast dish, warning her, ”This is mine!”

Fatty Cat made a threatening purring sound, raised its hackles, twitched its whiskers at him and bared its sharp teeth.

”You’ve become a meatball already, time for a diet.” Zheng Qing defended his food, not giving in a bit.

”You can’t even let a cat get a bite.” Xiao Xiao was flipping through his notebook on the side, ridiculing without even looking up.

Fatty Cat meowed in agreement.

Zheng Qing did not move, locking eyes with the chubby cat while quickly chewing on his breakfast.

Finally finding it a little dull, Fatty Cat sniffed, sneezed spitefully, then twisted away and leapt off the balcony just before Zheng Qing blew up.

”Before you go catch that cat, you might want to take a look at this.” Xiao Xiao stood up and pulled out a pair of gloves from his toolbox and handed them to Zheng Qing.

”What’s this?” Zheng Qing wiped his hands then took the thin, wing-like gloves, lightly pinching and tugging at them.

Smooth, snug, stretchy.

”Silkworm gloves, disposable protective gear usually used in magic experiments.” Xiao Xiao habitually explained the magic knowledge, ”Compared to deer-skin or dragon-skin gloves, silkworm gloves are thinner, but their protective ability is also correspondingly lower. Mainly used for inspections with lower risk.”

With that, he helped Zheng Qing put on a pair of gloves and encouraged him, ”You can feel them.”

The silkworm gloves felt a little cold but were indeed very thin. Wearing them felt almost like having an extra layer of skin, with no sense of being bound.

Zheng Qing gently rubbed his fingers together, not feeling an obstructive layer on his fingertips.

”These are the most common iceberg silkworm gloves, known for their cleaning and hand-refreshing effects. Their functions aren’t extraordinary, but they’re cheap and great quality. You can get two pairs for a single bronze coin.” Xiao Xiao continued speaking while he put on his own gloves:

”There are some more advanced disposable silkworm gloves in magic tool shops, like the Nine-eyed Golden Silk Gloves or the Five-winged Cloud Silk Gloves. Those types of gloves are only used by herbalists when brewing potions. They’re very expensive.”

While he spoke, he took a transparent glass cup and a pile of colorful liquids from his toolbox, poured the liquids into the glass cup in different ratios, mixed them together and stirred them thoroughly with a glass stick.

He stirred left three times, right five times. After several turns, the originally multicolored liquid gradually turned transparent and appeared somewhat viscous, much like glue.

Zheng Qing, like a surgeon before operation, raised his hands, staring blankly at Watermelon Head as he fiddled with those items, but wasn’t sure of his next move.

This gave him a profound sense of frustration.

Unlike him, Xiao Xiao appeared rather excited.

He then took a pair of long tweezers from the toolbox and used them to pick up the tuft of hair that was stuck onto the card with glue, then dunked it into the viscous transparent liquid in the glass cup.

Zheng Qing watched with interest.

Xiao Xiao silently watched as the hair gradually sank to the bottom of the glass cup, murmuring his comparisons:

”There hasn’t been any kind of bubble popping up, so curses associated with black magic can be ruled out.”

”There’s no color change, so the risk of an abnormal virus can be ruled out.”

”It hasn’t changed shape, so we can confirm that there are no hidden informational elements in the hair.”

He checked each potential reaction that the tuft of hair could have according to his notebook, but in the end found nothing.

”This means that this tuft of hair is basically safe.” Xiao Xiao finally looked up, affirming with a nod, ”Next, it’s your turn.”

Zheng Qing let out a deep sigh of relief.

He didn’t mind whether the hair brought black magic, he was only concerned about finally not having to stand dumbly by the side, incapable.

Xiao Xiao once again used the tweezers to take the black hair out of the liquid, washing it clean with clear water.

”Here.” He passed the hair to Zheng Qing with the tweezers, instructing him.

Zheng Qing hesitated for a second, grumbling, ”Can I go ahead? Why do I need to touch it?”

As he spoke, he touched his eye socket, the dark bruise had faded a lot.

”Do you have a plot...?” Zheng Qing looked suspiciously at Watermelon Head, he was just short of pointing at the man’s nose and declaring, ’This is definitely a trap.’

He wasn’t afraid to assume the worst about Watermelon Head.

Xiao Xiao almost plugged up his nose in anger, ”This is a letter to YOU! If the hair contains a special message, only you can receive it when in contact... and the result of my touching it ahead of you was this: the hair turned into a pile of ashes.”

”As black ash fades, it evaporates, and as faded ash becomes black...” Zheng Qing felt very awkward, he mumbled this tongue twister while pinching the hair, raising his head and looking dumbly at Xiao Xiao, ”It’s thick and hard, and I don’t feel anything special.”

Through the thin, snug silkworm gloves, Zheng Qing could clearly feel the cold and severe aura emitted by the tuft of hair.

Other than that, no special information was transferred to his fingertips.

Xiao Xiao pushed up his glasses, nodded, dashed a few lines in his notebook, then took the tuft of black hair from Zheng Qing’s hand.

”The form is hateful, it has a foul-smelling odor when smelled, and there’s a slight sting when it’s touched... This is demon hair.” Xiao Xiao analyzed slowly, ”Looking at the type of coarse hair material, it must come from a terrestrial large- or medium-sized mammal, like lions, tigers, leopards, bears, pigs...”

”It’s the one!” Zheng Qing had a sudden realization, deeply sighed, ”Melpomene’s sigh.”

The phrase was a wizard slang he learned from Old Yao, it meant ’what a tragedy’.