It's not that Nan Ke dislikes the current Professor Wilson, but rather feels guilty.
He failed to save others and even took over their identities and bodies. No matter how you look at it, he is responsible.
Now that Professor Wilson's condition is so bad, he must find a way.
He could use life solidification technology to solve Wilson's life, but it might take a little longer. But he had no solution for the mental problem.
The light of Tiga and Dyna responded to him. But unfortunately, these two seniors are not Ultraman who specialize in healing.
Although Tiga's cell reduction beam also has the ability to heal, it can change animals that have mutated into monsters back to their original appearance. However, this is of little use to Professor Wilson.
Professor Wilson is now damaged mentally.
Nanke felt that the only person most likely to cure Professor Wilson was the kind and brave man, Ultraman Gauss.
Gauss's rays are basically healing, and he will reason with the monster no matter what happens. Only when the monster cannot be comforted and healed, will it turn into a corona form and start to reason with his fists.
If that doesn't work, then it's a solar eclipse pattern.
And the will of the universe that is ultimately the truth in itself——Regedo.
Of course, in normal times, Ultraman Gauss is still very gentle and kind.
Although people often ridicule, it is Musashi who is kind, and it has nothing to do with Gauss.
But ridicule is ridicule, don't forget that it was Gauss who taught Musashi what true kindness is. The blue giant is a truly gentle and healing existence.
It is also in this dangerous and polluted universe that the existence that is most likely to cure Professor Wilson and other polluted people can be found.
Of course, the light of this loving warrior also exists in Zhuomu's system.
He also tried to touch it, but got no response.
Zhuomu said that he has not truly understood the meaning of love.
Nanke tried many times, but ultimately failed.
In desperation, he had to give up.
"I don't understand what true kindness is."
Nanke looked at Professor Wilson in front of him and sighed deeply.
He fired two more rays of light and hung them in the depths of the subconscious. Under the gentle light, Professor Wilson's breathing was relatively calm and his babble was much less.
But this only treats the symptoms and not the root cause.
He ruffled Professor Wilson's hair sadly and rubbed his human body as if it were a dog's head.
"Oh, take your time, there will always be a way."
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Nanke opened his eyes, rubbed his temples and sat up.
The bed is very comfortable, but it's not yet time to go to bed at night, and even taking a nap is a bit early. It's just past eleven o'clock, and it's not even twelve o'clock yet.
And he hasn't even had lunch yet.
I haven't eaten last night's dinner or this morning's breakfast.
I told the painter Pickman before that he relied on photosynthesis, so the painter didn't let him have breakfast, and even suggested that he go to the balcony with the best sunshine to get more sun.
He didn't know what to say, so he could only smile awkwardly.
In fact, I defeated two monsters in a row last night, both of them were unusual monsters that always had super doubles. The other one was a local mutant monster with a gunshot wound on its stomach.
If he didn't have Ultra Power, he would have drained all his energy and thrown himself into the street.
He simply tidied himself up, put on his glasses, and picked up the transformer.
His transformer is just a notebook, about the size of a B5, a little smaller than Zeta's transformer, and it's a bit exaggerated to stuff it into his clothes.
The pockets of his original windbreaker were relatively large and could be stuffed in. But now his brown coat does not have such large pockets. But it is not that strange when he holds it in his hand, after all, this is just a notebook with a slightly different pattern.
Geologist William writes his investigation reports and calculates some things in a small notebook every day. He also holds a notebook and is less likely to arouse suspicion. After all, they are all professors, so they carry a notebook with them.
It's a good habit.
This is not as conspicuous as those genuine Bandai toys, and people will not mistake it for a child's toy when carrying it.
With a book under his arm, Wilson calmly walked out of the cabin and arrived at the restaurant on the second floor.
The waiter over there led him to an empty round table with a smile on his face: "You must be Professor Wilson. Miss Ellis has ordered that all consumption of the Miskatonic University expedition team on the ship will be free of charge."
The waiter said as he handed over a menu.
"Really, thank you very much." Wilson thanked him calmly, took the menu, and ordered portions for several people without changing his expression.
The waiter was a little confused: "Are you dining with other people?"
"Oh, no, it's just me."
Wilson said in an ordinary tone, as if this was a normal thing.
The waiter was stunned for a moment, but because Wilson's tone was so matter-of-fact, he almost thought there was something wrong with him.
He picked up the menu blankly and left.
Soon, other waiters served full dishes in front of him.
Wilson finally breathed a sigh of relief and scanned the table as fast as an afterimage.
If it weren't for the knife and fork that restricted his performance, he could be even faster.
Damn, I'm almost starving to death.
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While Wilson was focusing on cooking.
A short figure without any presence entered the restaurant quietly.
The short figure looked around the restaurant, directly skipping the ordinary-dressed man who was devouring his food as if he hadn't eaten in half a year, and focused on the man sitting by the window, who was elegantly dressed.
Men dining.
The man was wearing a dark red suit, and his elegant and noble demeanor was unforgettable.
The short figure quietly approached the man in a suit and approached the man's pocket pretending to be nonchalant.
At the next moment, a silver sharp table knife was inserted straight into the palm of the short figure.
The short thief wanted to howl in pain, but the man in the dark red suit grabbed his neck and whispered in his ear in a creepy voice.
"Oh, I didn't expect that there would be a dirty thief on this ship. The security is really bad."
The thief's eyes widened in horror, and he looked at the man in the dark red suit as if he were an evil ghost. He made a small sound in his throat, wanting to beg for mercy, but also seemed to be shouting for help. But no matter what, he couldn't make a sound.
"That's interesting." The man in the suit's face was shrouded in shadow.
"Want to live?"
The thief nodded desperately.
"Then, I'll give you a task. Have you seen the book in that person's hand?"