This statement seems to be in line with the requirements of guard duties, but before paying, it seems that the amount of information is very large.
"Is there something seeping through this way? Like contamination that you need to clean up?"
Without hiding his thoughts, he asked directly to Amira next to him.
As a character whose true identity has just been exposed, the greater the contrast between now and before, the less likely it is to arouse suspicion.
"You are smarter than you thought, which can explain your previous acting skills to a certain extent."
Although her face was covered, it could be heard that Amira was still a little surprised, but she did not deny Fu Qian's statement.
"Yes, judging from the current situation, such risks cannot be ruled out."
"But don't worry, Lord Reginald and I are confident enough to ensure your safety here."
"I don't doubt this, but there is a question. What on earth do you want to do by bringing me in?"
Before paying, he responded casually, but his eyes were attracted by the sound not far away.
With the sound of metal hinges, the third door on the left in front of everyone opened, and a woman in dark uniform who looked like a nurse came out.
Pushing a delicate medicine delivery cart, she suddenly turned towards the three people.
"You will know when you need to know."
Amira was obviously not always easy-going, and she refused to answer very naturally.
She lowered her voice slightly as she spoke, but did not signal Fu Qian to hide aside.
Sure enough, with crisp footsteps, the nurse quickly approached the three night guards and passed by without a care.
"Masks can make our presence invisible to a certain extent."
Only then did Amira explain softly again.
"Of course it's only to a certain extent, so try to avoid it."
"clear."
Fu Qian nodded, but his mind was recalling what he had just seen.
In the metal tray at the top of the cart, there were blood-stained gauze and metal pipes with unique shapes that emitted scorching heat.
Combined with what Amira mentioned just now, it seems that the nightmare victim who longed for sleep was suffering from a lot of pain.
"The scope of this nightmare is very small, almost only the hospital area, and relatively few people are troubled by it."
While speaking, Amira had already started and motioned for Fu Qian to follow.
"So it wasn't the one just now?"
"No, of course in this nightmare, she is a stable existence."
Nightmare aborigine? To be honest, that person's image is quite normal.
Fu Qian thought to himself, and he understood why it was rare for him to be unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.
There is no normal world where there is only one hospital.
If most nightmares are similar, you can easily make a judgment by comparing them after you wake up.
"Don't you need to go in and take a look?"
While thinking, the three of them had already walked to the room where the nurse came out just now.
The door was only ajar and unlocked. Seeing that Amira and the two had no intention of stopping, she asked casually before paying.
Considering that it is relatively abstract pollution and evil, the nurse has just left here, so it obviously cannot be used as a one-click exclusion.
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"You want to take a look? Sure."
This time it was Reginald who spoke, and he was surprisingly easy-going. He stopped directly and motioned to Fu Qian to push the door open and go in.
There is no doubt that the patient inside is not asleep, because standing here, the hoarse humming is within the range that ordinary people can hear.
The next moment the sound of hinges started again, so I simply accepted the professional advice.
The furnishings of the ward are quite simple, with only three beds separated by heavy curtains, and the only window is not even much larger than the door.
The nurse had turned off the lights before leaving. At this moment, only sparse starlight came in, and the visibility was even worse than in the corridor.
However, in this darkness, Fu Qian was extremely dedicated. He took a few steps forward and stood in front of the bed in the middle, which was the only patient.
Obviously, this was not the sufferer who helped them enter the nightmare, because even though the whole body was bandaged, the gray hair and withered face still showed that this was an old man who was over fifty years old.
Although he was not asleep at this moment, he was obviously in a state of confusion, and his painful moans contained a little relief.
Before paying, I paid attention to the location of the bandage, which was concentrated on the wrist and various venous plexuses.
Those things just now were indeed used for bloodletting.
I still have some understanding of this classical medical treatment before I pay.
Now in this "nightmare", his perception is obviously suppressed to a certain extent, but the equipment on the nurse's cart just now made him have some guesses about the situation in the ward.
In fact, stains of blood that were difficult to clean could be seen on the other two beds.
The usage rate of this therapy seems to be somewhat high.
"Did the person who sent us in also suffer this kind of torture?"
I turned around and asked, before paying, I kept my decibel level in a serious manner so as not to disturb the patient.
"In fact, the vast majority of patients in the entire hospital suffer from this kind of torture."
Amira seemed to be immune to this scenario and answered without any fluctuation in her tone.
"It's called febrile disease. A droplet in the patient's blood will suddenly become hot, like a ball of molten metal, swimming around in circulation, causing great pain."
"As time goes by, they will even increase."
"And the only treatment is to try to get it out."
"I see, so this is a manifestation of pollution?"
Nod slightly before paying.
"No, this is a manifestation of possible contamination."
Reginald on the side corrected this statement.
"This is just the most basic appearance. The final judgment needs to be supplemented by more in-depth and careful screening."
"That's reasonable."
I really looked at it again before paying.
Although he's a little haggard, at least he hasn't grown anything weird yet.
But of course this is not the reason why the two of them didn't look at it.
"Is he the same as that nurse?"
The next moment he asked directly.
"yes."
After glancing at Reginald and seeing that he didn't respond, Amira expressed her affirmation on her behalf.
Let's just say, the logic between these two is quite clear.
The unauthorized intruders mentioned earlier are definitely related to this strange febrile disease.
The key is that the definition of intrusion should not refer to nightmares, but the real world in which the cult lives.
In other words, what they want to do is to prevent pollution from coming to reality through this channel.
They should have a special way to confirm whether a character in the nightmare is a patient in the real world or an aborigine like the nurse.
So even if the person on the bed transforms, it is not within the scope of their work.
