The attitude that was difficult to control before payment made things move forward efficiently, but it also obviously caused considerable psychological pressure on Dorian.
So after Fu Qian really said he would go, he struggled for a while before thinking about continuing to speak.
"I believe that people like you should not bother to lie about this kind of thing... It's very simple. Hilaria is the easiest to find among all of them, because she is right where you were just now."
Dorian gestured in the direction of the door.
"You don't need an address. After you go out, find the tallest building in sight and just look for her inside. She will definitely be there."
So Hilaria is actually a practitioner in the faith industry?
It seems that Brother Dorian's diagnosis and treatment plan is strictly adapted from reality.
"I understand, where are the others?"
Following the direction indicated, Fu Qian looked outside expressionlessly.
What is gratifying is that although the sky is a little gloomy, it is finally no longer dark outside.
As for why the lights in the clinic are so dim that even lights are turned on, the reason is simple.
The windows with low light transmittance were even stained with an extra layer of brown dust, so that when looking out from the inside, everything was blurry, as if it had its own filter.
"No, it's still daylight now."
At this time, Dorian once again let out that unpleasant laugh in response to his question.
"Of course, even if it's dark, they won't go there. It's just a faith that has already fallen. There's no way they can help."
"In their view, the safest place is undoubtedly their own home. After all, you don't even know when it will get dark."
"When you came here, didn't you knock on the window and ask for directions, and then you were guided?"
…
That Lord Akons, the God of Insight and Wisdom, has actually been abandoned by his believers?
And Ms. Hilaria is the last one standing?
In addition, it sounds like the old lady knew him probably because he, a foreigner, knocked on her window at that time.
It is easy to summarize more details from Dorian's description.
And obviously, this is indeed not a peaceful place.
"Sounds like it's going to be night outside any minute?"
He shook his head slightly and continued to ask, not minding that he would reveal his lack of understanding of this place.
"Yes, there is no pattern to day and night here."
Dorian seemed to have completely adjusted his emotions and was quite satisfied with his reaction before dealing with him.
"It was daytime one moment, and it could be dark night in the blink of an eye, and you don't know how long you have to wait inside..."
"Also, maybe you won't believe it, but I still want to kindly remind you that the treatment just now may have been fake, but there is really an 'it' here, wandering in the dark."
He even admitted the inducing component of the dream just now.
"This is why there are fewer and fewer people in this place."
"It can be trusted."
While Dorian was sighing, Fu Qian once again showed his unpredictability. Not only did he not raise any questions, he even extended it casually.
"So the god Hilaria served was abandoned because of this?"
The vitality of faith has always been very tenacious. Don’t you see that there are a lot of gamblers who have lost their money in the Holy City of Night, and the major places of faith are still full of people?
One of the common situations that can be firmly abandoned is that the filter is completely broken under huge external pressure, such as that kind of special threat.
"Haha, well... in short, you know that Akons has absolutely nothing to do against that terrorist threat."
However, at this time, Dorian chose to play it safe.
"Of course, if you are not going to kill them all, then it is best not to mention this name in front of them. You must know that they even changed the name of the town in order not to hear this."
…
So was this place originally called Akons? It was so pious to the naked eye.
From this point alone, it seems possible to imagine a tragedy in which gods and believers abandon each other.
"But it sounds different from them, so you don't mind that much?"
He didn't care about Dorian's attitude. Fu Qian even finally looked away and looked at him with a smile.
In this healing dream, the believers once again gathered under the seat of Akons, seeing it as their only refuge.
From this perspective, Dorian can almost be called a pioneer in the restoration of etiquette.
"Haha, I am a doctor, and practicality is the only criterion."
The next moment, Dorian not only did not deny it, but even raised his demeanor to the peak with just one sentence.
"And obviously that scenario was the most convenient."
"That's true."
Fu Qian, who has rich practical experience in dreaming, was convinced of this for a while.
It may be easy to leave sequelae, but faith is undoubtedly a sharp weapon that can operate on the spiritual level.
From this point of view, the effect may indeed be better if the treatment location is in a church instead of a clinic.
As a "foreigner", unlike the aborigines, there won't be much psychological resistance.
In addition, for the main healers, these dolls, if you want to put them in a suitable scene, the church is obviously a good choice.
"But even so, your business doesn't seem to be doing very well?"
Even so, Fu Qian did not agree blindly, but gestured towards the empty hospital bed.
"Mainly because there are too few outsiders like you."
Being stabbed in the heart, even though Dorian was in full swing, he couldn't help but sigh after being stunned for a moment.
"Of course, I also need to strive for better tools."
As he spoke, he looked at the hands in front of him.
"I'm waiting for your good news, remember you don't have to live."
"As long as you haven't been dead for a long time, you can bring them here. Of course, it's best to keep them intact, especially the eyes and lungs, uh——"
The doctor's instructions came to an abrupt end, followed by the harsh scraping sound of the seat on the floor.
"Are you teaching me how to do things?"
Fu Qian, who had a gentle face a moment ago, is still warm now, but Dorian's long and slightly crooked neck was pinched by his free hand, and he couldn't even breathe.
come out.
When, when——
In view of the fact that the doctor is already thin and small, and being lifted off the ground, the scene is almost like a replica of him holding a puppet just now.
Under this calm and shocking change, the long awl in his hand almost subconsciously turned back to stab.
However, even though the patient had no intention of evading, his movement was still stopped at the last moment, and he instead lightly tapped on the back of the chair that fell next to him.