How about a cup of coffee? (Seeking collection, recommendation!)

"Hello, Beatrice!"

Sulu took the initiative to greet the young girl as she entered.

He had to admit, Beatrice was truly beautiful: emerald eyes, hair as soft and cascading as a waterfall, delicate and refined features, skin as fair and smooth as milk, and a figure that fit the golden ratio perfectly.

Sulu inwardly despised himself, yet he had to acknowledge that most men were visual creatures.

At the very least, seeing a beautiful woman was always a feast for the eyes.

However, Beatrice was currently frowning, an arrogant expression plastered on her face: "Speak... you asked me here, what is it you want?"

"Hm?"

Sulu furrowed his brows: "Wasn't it you who asked me?"

He sensed something was wrong, a faint, lingering unease rising in his heart.

"Sulu!"

Beatrice tilted her dainty nose upward: "I have already told you, there is no possibility between us! Do not play such clumsy tricks in front of me."

An arrogant girl, Sulu thought to himself. At this moment, he had no romantic notions left; on the contrary, the unease in his heart grew heavier.

Whoosh!

A breeze blew in from the small window, and the door to the private booth closed silently.

Beatrice's expression softened slightly as she sat opposite Sulu, a playful smile curling at the corners of her lips: "Fine... tell me, what kind of surprise did you prepare for me tonight?"

Something is even more wrong.

Sulu muttered to himself, the urge to stand up and flee rising within him.

Clearly, both he and Beatrice had been lured here under false pretenses.

And the mastermind behind this would certainly not stop here; there was undoubtedly a series of conspiracies waiting for him.

Just as Sulu began to rise from his seat.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The wind grew fiercer.

An icy aura spread inward from outside the window.

The playful smile on Beatrice's face came to an abrupt halt, replaced by terror. What had she seen?

A flowing mass of black shadow, seemingly possessing a life of its own, surged in from the window, connecting with the shadows of the two people under the flickering candlelight and latching onto them.

I... I can't move.

Sulu's body froze instantly. Though his consciousness could still think, he was unable to make a single movement.

Beatrice, sitting opposite him, was in the same state. Her expression of terror was frozen, her eyes filled with a look of pleading, like a silent statue—a scene that would have been comical under other circumstances.

But at this moment, Sulu couldn't laugh at all.

Suddenly, his hand lifted against his will, grabbed the steak knife from the table, and thrust it forward with force.

Pfft!

Controlled by the shadow, his arm seemed to possess terrifying strength. The strike was powerful, landing squarely in Beatrice's chest.

Blood sprayed out. Beatrice's face turned pale, yet she remained motionless. Her pupils slowly filled with despair before finally losing their focus.

She was dead...

Whoosh!

After finishing all this, the black shadow detached itself from their own shadows and slipped out through the gap in the window.

Sulu regained his ability to move, but he didn't know what to do. He stared at the corpse slumped before him, his face expressionless: "Miss... would you like a cup of coffee?"

After that sarcastic remark, Sulu immediately realized the gravity of the situation!

Beatrice was dead, killed by a single strike. So much time had passed, and blood was pooling everywhere; it was too late for any rescue.

Because there were bars on the window outside, no one could have passed through, making this a locked-room murder case!

Regrettably, he was the prime suspect.

Countless waiters in the cafe could testify that he was with Beatrice when she died! He was the primary suspect!

Was he supposed to explain to others that a black shadow had controlled him to kill Beatrice? As if anyone would believe that!

Not to mention, the steak knife plunged into Beatrice's heart was covered in his fingerprints!

With both human and physical evidence against him, he was done for! Was it too late to find a lawyer?

A black shadow... supernatural power! Does a supernatural being have a grudge against Beatrice, or is this targeted at me? Sulu forced himself to stay calm, feeling it was more likely that Beatrice had attracted the hostility.

After all, judging by the situation just now, he had been completely powerless to resist. If they had a grudge against him, they could have just struck him down and he would have been dead.

However, the killer hadn't left him alive out of kindness; it was merely to make him take the fall.

'Graduating and immediately becoming a murderer?! This is hardly a good start...'

Sulu stood before the pool of blood and the corpse, beginning to consider how to clean up the aftermath.

There was not much time left for him.

It had to be said that as a transmigrator, he possessed a stout heart, as he was still able to think clearly at this moment: Exclude the option of calling the police; I cannot explain this at all. Leaving one's fate to be decided by others is a very foolish approach!

If I flee, not to mention that my efforts will have been in vain, I might not even be able to get away, as I am merely an ordinary person! Should I seek help from my family? That is a path, but there is no time...

Destroy the body and erase the evidence?! That counts as a method. If the body cannot be found, a homicide case becomes a missing person case, which could buy a lot of time. But how does one destroy a body?

If destroying a body were so easy to do, there wouldn't be so many cases of dumped bodies where the perpetrators were eventually brought to justice.

To be completely thorough, Sulu would first need to find a specialized high-temperature crematorium, which was simply impossible.

"Then... is only the last option left? Turning the dead into the 'living'!" Sulu thought, his expression blank. "As long as no one is dead, it cannot constitute a homicide."

He walked to the window and observed the outside; there was not the slightest abnormality, and the murderer might have already left.

After a moment of thought, Sulu drew the curtains, locked the door, and fixed his gaze on the skill [Corpse Maiden Creation LV1] in his attribute panel.

Using this skill could transform the female corpse into a Corpse Maiden. Although it was somewhat self-deceiving, it was still better than becoming a murderer himself.

He took a deep breath and, following the knowledge from the Black Sorcery, prepared to begin drawing the magic circle.

There were only two materials required for Corpse Maiden Creation: a fresh female corpse and the blood of the caster.

To be honest, not to mention the success rate of this low-level skill, even if it succeeded, the aftermath would be very troublesome.

According to the ritual, when the spell was completed, it would reclaim all the blood, which could at least wipe away the current 'primary crime scene.' As for the future? Sulu could no longer worry about that much.

"After all... it couldn't get any worse than this, could it?"

He picked up a small knife, cut his finger, and looked at Beatrice's corpse, which was staring with eyes wide open in death, before drawing a Pentagram on her body.

The Pentagram held a high status in the extraordinary realm of this world, representing the mysteries of death and the underworld.

According to the guidance on the Black Sorcery page, aligning the points of the Pentagram with the position of the dark constellations in the sky would increase the caster's success rate.

Sulu had never studied astrology, so he could only act haphazardly.

However, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he directed the ritual toward the moon in the sky!

In extraordinary symbolism, the moon was a representative of the feminine, and it could also be linked to death and darkness. Many monsters liked to hunt during a full moon; this was content from his Witch Hunting Knowledge.