Chapter 190 Mr. Rhine, did I help you this time?(1/2)
at the same time.
Just to be cautious.
Dr. Fielding attached a psychic monitoring loop to the outside of the ice that sealed Duin.
As the psychic ring continues to emit mental signals,
But they can only receive reflected waveforms relative to the annular area.
Ten thousand launches, one hundred thousand reflections.
There is no wave change in the signal.
Look at the data screen.
Fielding pushed up his glasses and calmly concluded:
"It seems.
Duin's mental signal has indeed returned to zero.
Even compared to ordinary polluters who have mental turbidity.
his consciousness.
Cleaner.
It’s as if it has been completely deleted.”
Hear this.
Elvis said in a deep voice:
"Could it be that this is also the evil god's method?"
Fielding nodded:
"This possibility cannot be ruled out.
But Duin-Dracula is a Nordic transcendent with a sublimated genealogy.
It is impossible to enshrine all of your soul so completely.
He is not a fanatic."
That's right.
The Evil God of the Abyss does not have universal human values.
Therefore, the life form was stagnant, and Du Yin, who did not participate in the sacrificial ceremony, did not have his soul taken away.
and.
As a sublimator related to the two elements of 'life' and 'regeneration'.
If he was given another month, with Du Yin's continuously boiling blood, he might really have a chance to recover from the ice pushed out by Angelia.
But he didn't expect it.
I have just regained some control over my body.
moment.
He was completely killed by the bronze mask's curse before his death.
this story.
That is, without being known to anyone.
This extremely absurd plot was brought to an end.
at the same time.
Gdańsk First Hospital.
Su Wen and Angelia stopped by the ward where Elvis' wife lived.
only.
Because Elvis moved Caelynn, she was going to ask Fielding to help check it out.
so.
They just missed meeting.
When Su Wen learned the news, he was sincerely happy for Elvis:
"After going through so much suffering.
Elvis finally fulfilled his promise.
This is a story worth remembering."
The princess also nodded seriously.
Her beautiful eyes sparkled with a charming glimmer:
"To be honest, I'm a little envious of them."
at the same time.
The door of a ward they passed by was ajar.
A little girl whom Su Wen had met several times lay on the hospital bed and cried while hugging her mother who had just woken up.
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That's little Mavis.
Su Wen paused for a moment.
then.
There was also a little indifferent smile on his face.
at the same time.
He felt that for some reason, there seemed to be a warm candlelight rising quietly in his heart.
Most of the time.
Because of past experiences.
Su Wen's acting style is probably more rational and lonely.
Just like the creed he once engraved.
That's what Howard Fast once wrote:
(If you are alone in the world, completely alone, try to turn this loneliness into comfort and a force to move forward.)
most of the time.
Lonely.
They are like a strong armor and stomach surrounding Su Wen.
It makes it difficult for him to feel the warmth of others from this world.
but now.
He had to admit it.
A rational and intelligent person should accept his own changes.
As.
Gdansk, as if accepting last night's dream.
so.
All sadness was gradually healed.
He didn't disturb any of this.
He didn't even choose to say goodbye to little Mavis.
He just said to Angelia gently:
"We should go."
The girl had heard Regina mention the tragedy that befell the previous owner of the detective agency that Su Wen bought.
But she didn't know that the room where Su Wen stopped for a moment was.
That tragedy has been brought to an end.
She followed Su Wen obediently.
Watch the out-of-control or lost people in the psychiatric department who were once judged as vegetative gradually recover.
behind them.
The miracles that keep blooming are being recorded line by line in poems grand enough to be engraved in the timeline.
To be continued...