Heidi followed the staff in dark blue uniforms and walked towards another ward inside the medical facility, while listening to the other person explaining the situation to her along the way——
"The 'patient' woke up first and found you passed out next to the hospital bed. She ran to the corridor and asked for help. Only then did we know something happened in the ward...
"Because of your previous instructions, we first asked the church's guardians and resident priests to check the situation near the ward, but no signs of contamination by extraordinary power were found. Only you have been sleeping... We moved you closer to the small hospital.
In the church ward...
"The elf girl is still in the facility. She is in good spirits, but she can't seem to remember what happened in her dream, and she can't explain why she suddenly fell asleep. We'll let her stay for a while longer. Maybe you can
Ask her something.
"Her family members are also here. If there is anything you can ask..."
The staff suddenly stopped, with some hesitation on his face, and turned to look at Heidi: "Sorry, I forgot that you just woke up from a deep sleep. You need to rest now..."
"I don't need to rest, I've slept long enough," Heidi waved her hand, but her eyes couldn't help but sweep around the other person's face, but fortunately she quickly controlled herself.
expression and gaze, and then asked as if casually, "Before you came in, was there any strange movement in my room?"
"Strange movement?" The staff member frowned, thought for a moment, and shook his head, "No. Did something happen?"
There was an uninvited guest who invaded the ward through a gap in the timeline - and then left with a lot of blabbering words.
Heidi recalled what had just happened in her mind, but she quickly shook her head and said calmly: "No, I was just asking to confirm if anything unusual happened in the room while she was sleeping."
The "staff member" in front of her was just an ordinary person who was responsible for the connection, but the nagging evangelist gave Heidi a too weird feeling. Out of caution, it was best not to tell anything about the "evangelist".
reached the ears of ordinary people.
After returning, you should report directly to the church, or the central cathedral of the city-state.
Maybe he should also tell his father and that... Captain Duncan?
Various thoughts were running through Heidi's mind, some of which even made her feel a little frightened. Along with these ups and downs of thoughts, she had been taken to the end of the corridor.
The staff member responsible for leading the way briefly made some handovers and left silently. Heidi took a deep breath in front of the ward, quickly sorted out her state and expression, and then reached out to push open the door.
In the clean and bright ward, the elf girl who had fallen into a deep sleep was sitting quietly on the bed, leaning on the quilt and pillow behind her, holding a book in her hand and reading carefully, while an old elf woman who looked chubby and kind-hearted
The man was sitting on the edge of the bed, peeling an apple carefully.
When Heidi walked into the room, the elf girl immediately raised her head, and then a bright smile bloomed on her face: "Ah! Miss doctor! Are you awake?"
"I came to see how you are doing," Heidi smiled back and nodded to the kind-looking old elf woman as she walked towards the hospital bed. "Hello, may I ask who you are..."
"She is my grandmother!" the elf girl on the hospital bed rushed to say.
The old woman glanced at her granddaughter helplessly, turned to Heidi with a smile and said: "This child is a bit familiar... Thank you very much for your help to Flotte, Miss Heidi."
A trace of embarrassment appeared on Heidi's face: "I feel like it didn't help much. I, the 'doctor,' fell into a deep sleep."
"But I heard from the staff here that you fell into a deep sleep to wake Flotte from a nightmare," the old woman said, handing the freshly peeled apple to Heidi with a warm and sincere attitude.
It didn’t seem like she was being polite at all, "Flodie also said that she felt someone protecting her in her sleep - when danger approached, there were continuous gunshots that dispelled her fear."
Continuous gunshots? The danger of approaching? Refers to the Annihilation cultist who tried to approach the hospital bed by relying on the "suggestion portal" opened by himself when the dream came back?
Heidi had a suspicion in her mind for a moment. She expressed her gratitude to the old woman for the apple she handed over. Then she sat on the chair next to the hospital bed and looked at the elf girl named Flotte seriously: "Are you called Flotte?"
Lottie, right? Do you still remember how you fell into a deep sleep?"
"I remember... I was reading at home," Flotte frowned and thought for a moment, "The sun went out before, and my grandmother told me that the streets were dangerous and asked me to stay in my room. Later, the sun lit up again.
I was really bored, so I looked for a book to read - after all, the sun was already lit, but I don’t know what happened, but after reading for a while, I suddenly felt sleepy and fell asleep..."
"Reading a book?"
Heidi muttered and glanced at the book that Frodi held in her hand just now. On the lavender cover, a series of gorgeous letters came into her eyes - "The Crystal Garden of the Dreamless Prince"
"If you ask me, she only reads these messy books," the chubby old elf lady muttered next to her. "Her mind is full of unreliable fantasies. Sooner or later, she will be polluted by reading these things.
God will not protect the love between two men..."
Flotte immediately corrected with dissatisfaction: "It's not two, it's several!"
Heidi shook her head at the old woman: "Don't worry, it's not caused by the content of this book."
As soon as she finished speaking, Flotte looked surprised: "Doctor sister, do you also read this?!"
Heidi: "..."
Relying on the exquisite skills she has cultivated for many years, the psychiatrist ignored the instantaneous expressions of Flotte and her grandmother, but looked at the elf girl with a serious face: "In short, you did not try to observe the sun while it was extinguished.
On the surface, you didn’t even look at the sky?”
"Of course, who dares?" Flotte immediately stuck out her tongue, "Who in their right mind would dare to look around when the sun goes out?"
Heidi's face was expressionless, and then she asked: "Do you still remember what happened while you were asleep? A little impression is okay - except for the 'gunshot' part, I know this part."
"...Except for those few gunshots, I really only have a little impression of the rest," Flotte recalled carefully and said uncertainly, "I just remember that I had been lying in the dark, feeling dizzy.
I can’t see my surroundings clearly, and I can’t hear the sounds clearly, and there are many shadows in the darkness, like other people, standing around me..."
Heidi's expression immediately became serious: "Many, many shadows?"
…
Deep in the boundless sea, in a city-state far away from Puland and Qingfeng Port, a figure wearing a thick black coat hurriedly walked into an alley.
This figure was walking in a hurry, with a slight stagger in his steps, as if he was panicking. He avoided the prying eyes that might be present at the alley, and got into one branch after another, in a maze-like alley that was enough to make people lose.
After walking around for a long time, he finally entered a room.
It was already approaching dusk, and the afterglow of the sun was quietly fading from the city. The gas lamps on the streets had not yet turned on, but darkness had already arrived one step ahead, gradually immersing every house in the city.
The sound of a match striking was heard, and the oil lamp in the room was lit.
The man threw his thick black coat on the armrest of the sofa, walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of strong liquor, filled himself a glass, took it to the sofa and sat down, drank half the glass in one gulp, and then brought it under the oil lamp.
He breathed a long sigh of relief feeling a little sense of security.
The strong alcohol stimulated the taste buds and nerves, relieving the frightening pressure that seemed to be entangled in the tarsal bones. He once again felt that courage and vitality had returned to this body, and his cold hands and feet were warm again.
The slight friction sound of chains reached his ears. Behind the man, a dark chain slowly emerged from the air. One end of the chain was connected to him, and the other end bound a floating in the air, as if made of smoke and dust.
A condensed jellyfish.
This chaotic and unintelligent demon appeared, expanding and contracting unconsciously in mid-air, sending a restless signal to the man.
"I know, I know, we almost ran into big trouble," the man muttered irritably. He knew that the deep demon had no heart and could not understand human language, but after years of living with the demon, he no longer
He consciously developed the habit of talking to his own deep demon, as if this dangerous cloud of smoke were really his trustworthy family and friends, "Who knows how that cursed captain suddenly appeared... Damn it, this
What does this matter have to do with him..."
He put down the wine glass in his hand, leaned on the sofa and raised his head, looking at the roof without focus, with an indignant tone in his voice.
"Those retarded sun remnants are of no use, and they can't even deal with that 'witch'... Hey, the believers at the bottom are all retarded, and those called 'messengers' are just a group of brainless remnants.
The so-called heirs of the sun are just puppets who can't think... Among those sun believers, from top to bottom, there are only a few people with complete intelligence, and they were almost killed by them..."
He muttered, stood up, picked up the wine glass, and took two more sips, feeling his heartbeat gradually calm down, then turned his head and glanced at his symbiotic demon.
"Be quiet, we are already safe, and we will find other opportunities later. If those nagging preachers are right, more elves will soon be affected by the 'original flaw', and we will always have
Another chance to find someone who enters that dream..."
He stopped suddenly.
The smoke jellyfish continued to expand and contract in the air, sending increasingly uneasy signals to its symbionts. The man seemed to gradually feel something - his slow spiritual intuition finally began to warn, and after a round of overpowering
In a round of fear, his perception finally broke through the self-protection in his subconscious, and he began to notice... that close gaze.
With a "gumble" sound, the man swallowed his saliva and looked down gradually.
He looked at the wine glass in his hand.
The remaining wine swayed slightly in the cup, reflecting the flickering light of the oil lamp. Under the strange green light, a gloomy and majestic face was reflected in the cup, looking at him calmly.
"Go on," he heard the illusory voice echoing in his mind, just like his own thoughts, "I like people who are used to talking to themselves."