His Bell

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The contents of the mysterious notebook are approximately 1800 words.

It wasn't long, but that was actually a bad thing.

For text with unknown encryption methods, the longer it is, the easier it is to find patterns and characteristics.

The shorter the code, the more difficult it is to crack.

Jisu were advanced along multiple routes.

One major approach involves using supercomputers to exhaustively search for all possible methods and continuously attempt to translate the code.

Rows of screens were constantly refreshing the results of different versions of the translation, and the heat dissipation of various devices sounded like a continuous tide. Engineers and programmers were constantly devising new calculation directions.

On the Taya side, dozens of scholars sat at different workbenches, flipping through character frequency graphs or comparing sample databases of ancient orcish languages and commonly used folk codes.

Whenever the supercomputer outputs a set of potentially valid sequences, it is pushed over for manual verification.

Suddenly, a result popped up. A scholar glanced at it, and his eyes lit up immediately. Although it was still a string of symbols with no clear meaning, this set of data had a typical suffix structure in its format.

He quickly called over a few companions to study it together. "This looks a bit like a record of magical runes."

"Indeed, the grammar sounds like a shorthand method commonly used by orc warlocks."

Everyone pieced together the information and tried to decipher it, and in the end, they actually managed to identify a large chunk of useful information!

"It seems to be this one!" the scholar in charge exclaimed happily.

But new problems followed.

"Why is this spell so long?"

The 1800 shorthand characters, when fully expanded, form a massive magic formula consisting of 5600 runes.

It's not that the procedure can't be made that long, but it's usually unnecessary.

Moreover, because this technique is so long, it requires at least four layers of auxiliary magic arrays to be cast, which will come at a high cost.

"Judging from this structure, it's a complex, multi-layered Undead Summoning," one scholar remarked.

"Shall we try releasing it?" one scholar suggested, "And see what we can summon."

No one objected to the path of learning through practice. Spellcasting materials, including corpses and Magic Power crystals, were quickly gathered.

The floor of the isolation laboratory was cleared, and silver powder and magic-guiding ink were spread out along the tracks, with rings of auxiliary array patterns nested together, gradually forming four layers of auxiliary magic arrays.

The spells in the notebook cover all six magic systems, but fortunately, the requirements for complex operations are quite broad.

Several scholars with considerable magical skill each chose a part and worked together to cast the spell.

After failing more than ten times, they finally became familiar with the spell and grasped some of the requirements of this extremely long spell.

"The body isn't fresh enough," said the person in charge of the undead. "It must have been dead within half a day."

"The crystal isn't pure enough," another person said. "It needs to be flawless."

"It doesn't look like a powerful summon at all, why are the expectations so high?" complained the person in charge of compiling the materials.

****

Everyone rearranged the area and took their positions.

The fresh corpse was placed in the center of the magic circle, with dozens of flawless Magic Power crystals floating above it, and magic-guiding nodes of different attributes standing in six directions.

The undead part began first. As the first rune was lit, grayish-white death energy seeped from the bottom of the magic circle, drilling into the joints and bones of the corpse like thin threads.

The originally stiff body began to soften and shrink, the skeleton made a slight misalignment sound, and the shoulder width, waistline and limb proportions were greatly adjusted.

The corpse had become lifelike, and was noticeably thinner overall.

Then, the earth-based puppetry technique was used to further modify the zombie.

This part of the technique took a full 2500 characters.

Earth Magic Power acts like a sculptor's chisel, meticulously refining the contours of bones and muscles, including knuckles, earlobes, neckline, and facial curves.

Clearly, the developers have extremely high standards for the appearance and structure of the summoned creatures!

"That's insane!" muttered one of the scholars watching.

Fortunately, the scholars who participated in the spellcasting, although not very good at actual combat, had no problem "solving problems".

This part was eventually completed successfully.

The appearance of the Undead Summoning has changed drastically again; it is now clearly visible that they are elves.

"A high elf banshee?" Chloe guessed. "She doesn't seem like one in combat," another scholar said.

There are no combat-related modules in the runes.

The spells continued, with Chloe personally casting a combined water, wind, and fire-based modification spell.

Water Magic Power enveloped the entire body, filling tissues and fluids, restoring the skin to a delicate, almost living texture. Wind Magic Power seeped into the lungs and throat, creating the cavities needed for breathing, vocalization, and subtle facial expressions. Fire Magic Power finally entered the blood vessels and subcutaneous tissue, bringing warmth and adding a soft luster to the otherwise lifeless body.

My joints started to become more flexible, my body felt more elastic, and my skin became clearer.

With the final infusion of light magic, the thirty-minute casting process finally came to an end.

The puppet in the center of the magic circle was fixed in shape.

She lay quietly in the center of the magic circle, her eyes filled with moisture. Her eyelashes drooped slightly, as if she had just emerged from a long sleep. Her pointed ears, slender neck, light-colored long hair, and soft facial features all showed that the spell's developers had made tireless calculations and adjustments.

Her skin was fair, with subtle rosy details and a grainy texture that were not suitable for public display.

Aside from a slight stiffness, it doesn't resemble a creation of the dead at all. At first glance, it looks exactly like a real person, with its physiological structure being incredibly lifelike and vivid.

"Such incredibly complex magic, and it's used to create sex dolls!" one scholar exclaimed in amazement.

There was no bone reinforcement, no internal poison glands, no self-destruct runes. This lengthy and expensive complex procedure ultimately resulted in only a highly realistic companion puppet.

Another person clicked their tongue and said, "The effect is very good and beautiful, but we also need to consider the cost!"

"The developers must have put in so much effort to achieve this level of detail," said a senior scholar in the field of modeling.

"I think that given all this, the developers could have chosen a more voluptuous model," another person complained, pointing out the shortcomings.

As the magical dust dissipated, Chloe stepped forward.

She had already recognized who this doll was modeled after: a powerful opponent she had faced before.

Although at that time they were completely outmatched.

Chloe immediately took a picture and sent it to Su Ming.

****

Night was just beginning to fall.

On the streets of Cloud Fang City, Su Ming and Yise strolled along as if taking a walk.

The oil lamps of the roadside shops were lit, casting a dim yellow glow on the stone pavement, broken and fragmented by the last wave of customers before closing time. The smoke from barbecued meat and the sour smell of cheap liquor mingled with the night breeze, adding to the stuffy feeling. Before long, the two arrived at the small square where the search team had gathered during the day.

According to current information, the search of Anrelo will be conducted again tomorrow.

The two walked around the scene and devised several ways to "assassinate" or "kill" Anrelo, but none of them seemed quite right.

[Anrelo's perception is quite high, especially his skill in illusion magic, which is extremely high.] Yise said, [He escaped very easily.]

[But we can't reveal our whereabouts.] Su Ming said.

"How about we hire some people to cause trouble and lure him to a designated area?" Yise suggested.

Just as the two were about to discuss it in detail, their phones beeped.

Su Ming and Yise huddled together, blocking the view of their surroundings, to check the messages.

"The notebook has been completely decrypted; it's a complex doll summoning spell with 5600 runes," Chloe said.

"[What kind of doll is this? It's so complicated!]" Yise asked curiously.

The image attached to the message spun several times before finally appearing.

It was a picture of a human body without any covering. This unexpected sight caused an unnatural awkwardness to appear on the faces of the two people.

But when they saw the face of the person in the picture, Su Ming and Yise were both stunned.

[Death Knell!]

****

A few minutes later, Su Ming and Yise sat down on a nearby bench.

The two went over the whole incident in their minds.

"[The notebook belongs to Anrelo,]" Su Ming said.

[He coveted the Death Knell, secretly collected the victim's physical data, and developed this technique.]

[So Anrelo hid the notebook at his Beiweier's house, and kept the key himself,] Yise said.

He naturally wouldn't dare carry such a thing with him.

This would reasonably explain Anrelo's actions over the past few days.

Su Ming thought for a moment. [Chloe said that the cost of making this doll was very high, and even Anrelo's identity would be difficult to gather.]

[I suspect he hasn't yet fulfilled his long-cherished wish of "getting to know her."]

That's why I just can't bear to throw this notebook away.

"[You're really going to do this!]" Yise spat.

[He's doomed.] Su Ming chuckled lightly.

Once the notebook is exposed, Anrelo will definitely be dealt with by the Death Knell.

The specific method depends entirely on the mood and anger level of the Death Knell, or what you have on hand.

"[Shall we find a way to get the Death Knell to the laptop?]" Yise tentatively suggested.

Su Ming shook his head.

He felt the returns were too low.

Anrelo is such a waste of such a powerful doll event.

The damage was simply too much. Su Ming glanced at another building nearby, then suddenly smirked and uttered a seemingly unrelated remark.

[Is that Niu Nier's house?]

Niu Nier, a half-cowman, has been working alongside Hairspring for many years, and his position is also that of Provisional Quarter Hand.

Yise also looked up.

The house was only occupied by a servant; the main room was pitch black.

[Yes, he and Hairspring have both gone to the front lines on the coast.]

So the house is currently empty.

Su Ming could no longer suppress his smile.

[Isn't Anrelo supposed to search all day tomorrow?]

[If the search party finds something unusual in Niu Nier's Hairspring.]

Isn't this going to be very interesting!

Su Ming's expression made Yise feel a little uneasy. "Hey, what are you putting in there?" she quickly asked.

Su Ming turned to Yise and showed him the picture on his phone.

What else could it be?

Yise's expression immediately turned to shock.

She stood up from her chair and took a few steps back.

Just imagine that despicable scene--

"[Su Ming, I don't know you!]" Yise said.