After a brief exchange with Dr. Depp, Victor learned about Siqin's current condition.
"Every method has been tried. It's not a simple coma, it's more like falling asleep... but we can't wake him up."
From this passage, Victor became more confident in his speculation.
Siqin's state was a sign that he was about to become obsessed. When he was searching the house, he didn't know what he encountered, which triggered his fatality.
"Mr. Watson, since you are here, where is Mr. de Gaulle?"
Parker asked anxiously from behind, receiving a silent response from Victor.
There was silence beside the hospital bed for a long time before Victor reminded Parker: "I think you should report the crime. This is no longer a problem that the Berkeley family can solve alone. And I suggest you contact the Police Bureau..."
"Annihilate... Annihilation Bureau?"
Parker immediately became embarrassed after hearing this. He knew very well that neither Dutch nor Siqin wanted to be associated with that department.
"Of course, if you waver, you can only witness with your own eyes the complete demise of the Berkeley family."
Victor's added words sounded the alarm for Parker. He struggled for a long time, but finally gritted his teeth and left the room quickly.
Ignoring what he was about to do, Victor turned to look at Dr. Depp.
"Based on your professional judgment, do you have any good suggestions?"
These words confused Depp. He shook his head and expressed that he was helpless.
"Maybe we can give him some drugs to treat cerebral infarction, but the risk is very high. I really don't dare to try it on Mr. Siqin. He suffered from sudden illness."
After hearing this, Victor followed his words and asked: "Do you have these medicines?"
"There were some spares on the carriage that brought me here..." Dr. Depp seemed to have expected something, his eyes flickering slightly.
Victor gave a bad suggestion: "I think you should go get the medicine. In case Mr. Sitchin's condition worsens, you must prepare this last resort."
After hearing this, Depp felt that it still made sense, so he entrusted Victor to take care of Siqin first, and he left the ward and went to the stables outside the mansion.
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After sending Depp away, Victor was the only one left beside Sitchin. He stared at the unconscious new owner of the Berkeley family on the bed, his eyes turning from his face to his pale palms.
"I have been thinking about the relationship between dreams and secret places for a long time..."
"They seem to belong to two parallel planes in the world of creation. Normal people can only dream when they sleep. Only seers can enter the spiritual paradise through special methods."
"And being enchanted means that the spiritual body in the secret place has a 'lesion', and the creeping protoplasm growing on it can distort human dreams, corrode the spiritual body and blind the mental body."
After muttering to himself, Victor suddenly took out a slender stick of incense from his sleeve and placed it in Xiqin's palm.
"Then let me verify it and see if there is any connection between Misu and human dreams..."
As soon as the last words were spoken, the incense was ignited, held in Xiqin's wrist and burned slowly, and wisps of green smoke came out from the end.
However, the smoke only existed in the room for a short while, and Gao Xiang suddenly disappeared into Xiqin's hands.
"It's exactly what I guessed!"
There was excitement in Victor's voice. He turned around and sat on the chair opposite the hospital bed, reached into his coat pocket and touched the bronze key.
"Do you have the courage to shatter your dream? Mr. Siqin..."
After looking at Siqin for the last time, Victor closed his eyes and meditated while crossing the river. Like a monk who passed away, he entered the secret place through the power of the bronze key.
Arriving outside the Taoist temple, Victor opened his eyes and saw a wisp of green smoke drifting from an unknown and far-reaching place into the Taoist temple.
None of the spiritual tablets on the table are flashing, proving that the person holding the incense is not the person recorded by the Taoist temple.
That must be Siqin...
Victor looked into the distance and found that the place where the incense came from was actually in the thick fog deep in the secret lodge!
"Could it be said that... the thick fog in Misu can connect people's dreams?"
Victor had not tried it, but because of the green smoke, he was very sure that the other end of the smoke must be where Siqin was.
Since we have to walk into the thick fog...
Victor stretched out his hand and the yellow clothes floated over and draped over him.
"Even if the thick fog is unpredictable, I have to go in, I have to try..."
He thought of the writer who was about to be executed. She was filled with despair before she died, and the only chance she had was to contact him.
This shows how important Mr. Yi is in her mind!
"Although I am just a small person, so what? I persist, not because I will get good results by doing this, but because I firmly believe that it is right!"
Feeling the emotion before leaving, Victor strengthened his faith and stepped into the thick fog.
When the turbid substance full of mental pollution enveloped his whole body, Victor could still clearly distinguish the color of the blue smoke.
He didn't hesitate at all and walked along the green smoke.
This time, he did not count how many steps he had taken, nor was he afraid of the mysterious movements in the thick fog, nor did he pay attention to the "secret creatures" that might be lurking around...
He just wants to go all the way to the end, get rid of the confusion, and save the two lives waiting there!
I don’t know how long I walked, but the space in the thick fog of this secret place seemed endless, and there was no concept of distance at all. Victor was completely lost. Even if he turned back, he couldn’t find the way. If he wanted to escape, he could only choose to wake up.
But he didn't do this, because he knew that if he couldn't find Siqin who was in a sweet dream, then Siqin would definitely die. If Siqin died, Abigail would also die.
Finally, he bumped into something. The thing was like a thick air film when it touched. As soon as Victor touched it, the space before and after it folded. Victor saw that he had hit the back of his head, and he was so frightened that he quickly backed away.
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But as soon as he retreated, Victor fell into a dark abyss. As he continued to fall, he stretched out his hands and grabbed at the handle of a suspended wooden door in desperation.
Without thinking, Victor broke through the wooden door and entered, only to find that he was in a luxurious mansion.
In the room in front of him, a cheerful young man was standing in front of a gold-rimmed mirror with open hands, asking the servants to help him tidy up his clothes and put on his tie.
He held a half-burned incense stick in his hand, but he didn't seem to notice what he was holding.
"How are you feeling today, Master Xiqin?" The young maid kept praising the young man's handsomeness.
"Very good, I believe this will be an impressive coming-of-age ceremony." The young man raised his chin proudly, twisted his neck constantly, and observed his own image in the mirror, "The neck is a little tight, and the waist.
Can you help me loosen the seam?”
"How is that possible? The master specially hired the best tailor in Renekton to tailor this for you." The maid carefully checked the tightness of Siqin's waist for fear of damaging the clothes.
Victor stood behind the two of them, as if they were in the air and did not attract the other's attention.
At this moment, an angry voice came from outside the room door.
