The flying colored pieces of paper swirled over the roof of the academy, flew along the outer wall of the "tower" to the highest observation platform, and re-condensed into Lucretia's figure at the edge of the platform.
It was very quiet on the huge observation platform, and no one could be seen.
Lucretia frowned and carefully observed the situation on the top of the tower.
The instruments and devices specially used to record various astronomical data are still running automatically. The large-scale lens group is pointed at the sky with the support of many complex robotic arms. The three groups of lenses with filter structures have been temporarily removed.
Below, it looks like the result of manual adjustment.
There was no one on the platform - the original staff here may have evacuated in an emergency when the sun went out, but the working status of the lens device showed that someone did come here while the sun went out and used the equipment here to observe the sun.
"...It was not wise to observe the sun under the circumstances." Lucretia couldn't help but said softly.
She began to look for Master Taran El near the lens device, and at this moment, a pencil that fell to the ground suddenly entered her field of vision.
She immediately ran over, and finally found the figure of the elf scholar among a bunch of steam pressure pipes - Taran El was lying quietly on the ground, his eyes closed, and he seemed to have fallen into a deep coma.
Lucretia immediately stepped forward to confirm the elf scholar's condition, and found that he was breathing steadily and did not appear to be in danger of life. He just lost consciousness for some reason. Then, she waved in the air again -
- A large group of toy soldiers immediately ran out of the shadows at her feet and rushed towards the unconscious scholar in a neat formation.
These toy soldiers surrounded Taran El in an instant, and began to climb up and down to inspect the latter's body, just like inspecting the position, accompanied by rapid exchanges and reports. As they moved, Luke
The expression on Lecia's face gradually changed.
There were no injuries, no physical attacks, no signs of poisoning or curses.
The "Sea Witch" bent down, rolled the eyelids of the great scholar, then stretched out her hand and slapped the other person's face unceremoniously, trying to wake up Taran El, but it had no effect.
"It looks like he just fell into an unexplained lethargy... huh?"
Lucretia said a confused "hmm" while muttering to herself. She saw the two toy soldiers move away one of Taran El's hands that was tightly grasping his chest, and one of the toy soldiers was almost covered.
A scratched piece of scratch paper appeared in her field of vision.
"What is this……"
Lucretia picked up the piece of paper curiously and flattened it out, only to see that there was only a circular object drawn in scrawled handwriting on it. There were many complex and messy lines inside the circle. She
After distinguishing them for a long time, I couldn't distinguish any pattern from those lines. I just felt that they were like branches spreading vertically and horizontally, or something closely arranged.
Obviously, the person who drew these patterns himself recorded these scenes in an extremely hurried and chaotic situation. There are many traces of hesitant smearing on the lines on the paper, which shows that the painter was not sure what he saw, or was unable to accurately
Restore the truth you "witnessed".
Lucretia looked at the things on the paper solemnly, then squinted her eyes and looked up at the sun that had been lit again, then lowered her head and looked at the pencil that fell on the ground not far away, and the tower.
The "express" pressure pipes leading to the academy next to Lan El quickly revealed how the elf scholar fell here——
The great scholar ran to the high tower when the sun went out. He wanted to observe the details of the surface of Anomaly 001 through this "condition" that could not be achieved no matter how many filter devices and lens groups were used. He successfully drew
A sketch, and then wanted to send it to the academy through the "Xpress" system as soon as possible, but at this moment, some mysterious force "attacked" him, causing him to fall into a deep sleep in an instant - he was falling
At that moment, there should still be some consciousness left, and the sketch that was tightly guarded on his chest can prove this...
But what exactly "attacked" him? Was it a saboteur who sneaked into the tower? Or was it the mental pollution caused by observing the extinguished sun?
Lucretia shook her head - he was probably not a saboteur.
The reason is simple. Taran El himself did not suffer further injuries after losing his ability to resist, the "sketch" he tightly protected in his hand was not taken away, and the various devices on the tower were not damaged in any way.
Signs - There shouldn't be any "intruder" who successfully sneaked into the tower at great risk just to let the elf scholar sleep.
At this moment, the noise of the elevator suddenly interrupted the "Sea Witch"'s thinking.
She looked around and saw the elevator on the side of the tower platform opening its door, and several panic-stricken scholars from the Academy of Truth ran out of it.
After seeing the "Sea Witch" standing on the top of the tower, these scholars were stunned.
"Talan Ayre observed the extinguished sun and has now fallen into an unexplained lethargy. I suggest that you purify all the facilities here to prevent some of them from reflecting the 'true appearance' of Vision 001."
The lens was also contaminated."
Lucretia said to the scholars casually, and then raised the sketch in her hand.
"This is something he drew before he lost consciousness. I want to take it away to confirm whether it contains contamination. If there is no problem, I will give it to you."
As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't care about the reactions of the scholars. She turned around and walked towards the edge of the platform, then suddenly turned into colorful pieces of paper flying in all directions, flying away in the distance on the wind.
Those scholars who hurried to the tower after hearing the students' reports only reacted at this time. Looking at the colorful pieces of paper that had flown away, some couldn't help but whisper softly: "This witch is really..."
"She is free to come and go, she has always been like this," the other person waved his hand and stepped towards Taran El, who was still lying on the ground, "bring the master to a safe place first."
"She took away the information left by Master Taran El... There will be no problem, right?" A younger anthropologist said with some worry, looking a little worried about the "Sea Witch".
"Don't worry, although Ms. Lucretia has an eccentric personality and goes her own way, she has had a lot of dealings with the Academy of Truth and the Explorers Association. She is considered a... friend," a middle-aged scholar said while bending
He put Taran El's arm around his waist and said, "She is the best border scholar and pollution control expert in the world. She has helped the academy deal with many dangerous things. She will keep her promise... I'll go, why is he so heavy?"
?”
"You eat junk food every day, stay up late and don't exercise, and you are so heavy."
"But I heard that the physique of the elves is different from other races. You have a long lifespan and a strong metabolic system. It is difficult for you to accumulate fat before you enter old age, and you rarely get sick..."
"He has tried his best because of his talent. He couldn't resist..."
…
In the city-state of Puland, somewhere in a medical facility opened by the Government Affairs Department.
Heidi stood in the corridor, glanced at the patient who was lying quietly in the ward through the glass, turned to the staff of the Government Affairs Department who brought her here and asked: "How is the patient?"
"Deep lethargy, unable to be awakened, without any signs of trauma or poisoning," the staff in dark blue uniforms immediately replied. "The patient has no underlying diseases before, nor has he been exposed to any magic potions or heretical beliefs that may cause such lethargy.
.”
"You investigated in quite detail?" Heidi said subconsciously, and then shook her head, "But I still have to say, I am a psychiatrist, not a physician. What I am good at solving is mental and psychological problems.
It’s a level problem rather than narcolepsy. A person who is asleep cannot receive psychological counseling - shouldn’t you find a professional doctor?”
"After searching, Ms. Heidi, the doctor concluded that the patient's lethargy has nothing to do with the disease," the staff member shook his head, "after various examinations, we suspect..."
"...I understand," Heidi understood before the other person finished speaking, and nodded slightly, "It is suspected to be related to mental pollution or mental abnormality, right. But you just said that the patient has not been exposed to this aspect.
sources of pollution.”
"This is only the result of a preliminary investigation, but there are many ways of mental pollution. It does not necessarily require that the person involved has been actively exposed to anything. Maybe he just happened to 'understand' certain knowledge, or maybe..."
The staff member suddenly paused when he said this, then raised his finger and pointed upward, with a serious expression on his face.
"Perhaps it has something to do with the previous extinguishing of the sun - there is currently no evidence that the twelve hours of extinguishing the sun can affect ordinary people, but perhaps the first 'evidence' is right in front of you."
"I understand, this is my scope of responsibility," Heidi took a breath, picked up the medicine box and walked towards the door of the ward. Before pushing the door in, she suddenly turned around and reminded, "Don't let anyone come near this place during treatment.
, if there are supernatural phenomena near this ward, notify the priests and guards here as soon as possible."
"Understood, Ms. Heidi."
Heidi nodded, opened the door and walked into the ward.
The smell of disinfectant, holy oil, and incense wafted into the nostrils. In the brightly lit spacious ward, the only patient lay on the only bed.
Heidi silently recited the name of Lachem, the God of Wisdom, in her heart, checked the colorful stone amulet on her wrist, and cautiously walked towards the hospital bed.
A girl with her eyes closed tightly, as if she was deep in an unstable dream, was lying there, motionless, as if... the connection between body and soul had been interrupted.
Before opening the medicine box, Heidi first habitually observed the patient's face.