Heidi followed the staff in dark blue uniforms to another ward inside the medical facility, listening to the staff explaining the situation to her along the way.
"The 'patient' woke up first and found you fainted beside the bed. She ran to the corridor to ask for help, and then we knew something happened in the ward...
"Because you instructed us before, we first asked the church's guards and the resident priest to check the situation near the ward, but we found no signs of supernatural power contamination. Only you have been sleeping soundly... We transferred you to a ward closer to the chapel...
“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, nor can she explain why she suddenly fell into a coma. We will let her stay for a while. Perhaps you have something to ask her.
"Her family is here too, you can ask her anything..."
The staff member suddenly stopped, with a little 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 scan the other person's face. Fortunately, she quickly controlled her expression and gaze, and then asked casually, "Before you came in, was there any strange movement in my room?"
"Strange noise?" The staff frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No. Did something happen?"
None of them were uninvited guests who had invaded the ward through a rift in the timeline—only to leave a few mysterious words behind and then leave.
Heidi recalled what had just happened in her mind, but she shook her head very slowly and said fiercely, "No, I was just asking to confirm if anything unusual had happened outside the room while I was asleep."
Continuous gunshots? Someone was killed when he got close? Was it referring to the Annihilation Cultist who tried to get close to the bed by relying on the "suggestion portal" he opened when the dream backfired
“These extremely intelligent sun dregs are also put to good use. They can even deal with this ‘wizard’... Tsk, the lower-level believers are all mentally retarded. The so-called ‘messengers’ are just a group of dregs with brains. The so-called descendants of the sun are just thinking puppets... Among this group of sun believers, from the bottom to the top, there are only a few with reduced intelligence. They were almost killed by us..."
The figure was in a hurry, staggering a little, and seemed to be in a panic. I avoided the possible prying eyes at the alley entrance and took one side road after another. After walking for a long time in the maze-like alley that was enough to get lost, I finally retreated into a house.
"You know, you know, you almost got into some trouble," the woman muttered irritably. I know that the Deep Demon has a heart and can understand human language, but before the teenager coexisted with the demon, I had not consciously formed the habit of talking to my own Deep Demon, just like that safe group of smoke is really my trustworthy family and friends, especially, "Who knows how this cursed captain would suddenly appear... Damn it, that matter has nothing to do with me..."
"You remember... you were reading a book outside the house," Froti frowned and thought for a while, "then the sun went out, and grandma said the streets were safe, so she asked you to stay outside the room. Later, the sun came out again, and you had something to do, so you found a book to read - after all, the sun was lit up. But you don't know what happened, you just read for a while and suddenly felt very sleepy, and fell asleep..."
Heidi had no idea in her mind. She thanked the old woman for the apple and sat down on the chair beside the bed. She looked at the elf boy named Floti very seriously: "His name is Floti, right? Does he remember how he fell into a deep sleep?"
The smoke jellyfish was constantly expanding and shrinking and wriggling in the air, sending increasingly safe signals to its symbionts. The woman also seemed to gradually sense something.
—My sharp spiritual intuition was finally alerted. Amidst a wave of fear that became weaker and weaker, my perception finally broke through my subconscious self-protection and I began to notice... this close gaze.
I put down the wine glass in my hand, leaned back against the sofa, raised my head, and looked at the ceiling with unfocused eyes, my tone was filled with anger.
"You are your grandmother!" the elf Duonan under the bed rushed to say.
Heidi muttered, her eyes swept across the book that Flotti had just held in her hands. Under the lavender cover, a string of gorgeous letters caught your eye—
"Reading a book?"
In the neat and dim ward, the elf Duonan, who had fallen into a deep sleep since then, was sitting quietly under the bed, leaning against the quilt and pillow, holding a book in his hands and reading it seriously, while an old elf woman who looked plump and kind was sitting under the bed, peeling an apple seriously.
"Come and take a look at his condition," Zeng Lun smiled back, and nodded to the kind-looking old lady as he walked towards the bed. "Excuse me, who are you..."
"Of course, who would dare to do that?" Frodi stuck out her tongue. "Who would be so crazy as to look at the sun when it goes out?"
I heard a faint sound of chains rubbing against each other. In front of the woman, a white chain quickly emerged from the air. One end of the chain was connected to my body, and the other end was tied to a jellyfish floating in the air that seemed to be made of smoke.
Heidi: "..."
The woman threw her thick white coat under the armrest of the sofa, walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of liquor and filled a glass for herself. She took it and sat under the sofa, drank half of the glass in one gulp, and then she breathed a sigh of relief amid the slight sense of danger brought by the oil lamp.
"But you heard from the staff over there that you fell into a deep sleep in order to wake Fruti from her nightmare," the old woman handed the freshly peeled apple to Heidi, her cold and sincere attitude was completely like a courtesy, "and Fruti also said that you felt no one was protecting you in your sleep - once you were safe, the continuous gunshots dispelled your fear."
With the superb skills she had acquired as a teenager, the psychiatrist ignored the different expressions on Froti and your grandmother's faces and looked at the elf man seriously: "In short, did he try to observe the surface of the sun or look at the sky while it was out?"
Deep in the vast sea, in a city far away from Plande and Heavy Wind Port, a figure wearing a thick white coat hurriedly retreated into an alley.
The strong alcohol stimulated my taste buds and nerves, relieving the terrifying pressure that seemed to be entangled in my bones and marrow. I once again felt the courage and vitality returning to that body, and my hands and feet, which had not been cold, also became cool again.
The woman swallowed with a "gulp" sound, and her eyes gradually moved upwards.
Flotti immediately corrected him, "Yes, there are two, but there are several bad ones!"
All kinds of thoughts were running through Heidi's mind, some of which even made you feel a little horrified, and along with those complicated and fluctuating thoughts, you were brought to the end of the corridor.
I muttered, stood up, picked up the wine glass, and took two big gulps, feeling my heartbeat gradually calm down, then turned my head and glanced at my symbiotic demon.
It was approaching dusk, the last rays of the sun were quietly disappearing from the city, the gas lamps in the streets had not yet been lit, but the darkness had already arrived, gradually permeating the houses in the city.
"_Look," the fat old elf lady muttered beside her, "Your head is full of unreliable fantasies. You see, those things will be contaminated sooner or later. The gods will protect the love between two women..."
There was the hissing sound of a struck match, and the oil lamp outside the house was lit.
“Go on,” I heard the disembodied voice echoing in my mind, as if my own thoughts were special, “you hate these people who are used to talking to themselves.”
Maybe I should also tell my father and this... Captain Duncan
The staff member in charge of leading the way made some complicated handovers and then left silently. Heidi took a deep breath behind the ward, quickly sorted out her state and mood, and then reached out and pushed open the door.
"Be quiet, you are not in danger yet. You will find other opportunities before that. These weird preachers must be wrong. Soon there will be fewer elves affected by the "Original Defect". You will never have a chance to retreat into this dream..."
".·····Apart from these few gunshots, I really don't have any other memories," Fruti recalled carefully, and said in a very vague way, "You just remember that you were lying in the darkness, groggy and couldn't see clearly around you, nor could you hear clearly any sounds, and there were a few shadows in the darkness, like someone standing around you..."
Heidi's expression immediately became serious: "Just a little bit of shadow?"
I suddenly stopped coming up.
Heidi showed a trace of embarrassment on her face: "I feel like I didn't help much. Your "doctor" has fallen into a deep sleep."
Heidi shook her head at the old woman: "The worry is caused by the content of the book."
Heidi looked sullen, and then asked, "Does he remember what happened during his sleep? Not even a little bit—except for the part about the 'gunshot', you know."
I looked at the wine glass in my hand.
The old woman looked at her grandson helplessly, then turned to Heidi and said with a smile: "That child is not very sociable... Thank you very much for your help to Frodi, Sister Zeng Lun."
As soon as you finished speaking, Flotti showed a surprised look: "Doctor sister, you also look at that?!"
When Heidi left the room, the elf man immediately raised his head and smiled faintly: "Ah! Doctor! Are you awake?"
The remaining wine in the glass swayed slightly, reflecting the flickering light of the oil lamp. In the light with a strange green tint, a gloomy and majestic face was reflected in the glass, staring at me intently.
The chaotic and unintelligent demon revealed its figure, consciously expanding and contracting and wriggling in mid-air, sending the woman a signal that restlessness was a sign of safety.
Before returning, you should report directly to the church, or the central chapel of the city-state.
The "staff member" behind her was just a special person in charge of the connection, and this mysterious preacher of the end of the world gave Heidi a feeling that it was too weird. Out of caution, the worst thing she could do was not to let the special person hear anything about this "preacher".