Professor Robert opened the door and clapped his gloved hands.
"How is it, is he asleep?"
Joe Butron, who was leaning against the door and smoking a lit cigarette, asked softly.
"Triazolam can only relieve his tense nerves and have a slight sleep-inducing effect, but there is no way to cure his psychological problems.
I believe you know this better than I do.”
Professor Robert took off the white rubber gloves he was wearing and put them in the pocket of his coat.
"I also gave him some basic massage to help his blood circulation so he could have a better sleep quality."
"That's good.
To be honest, I envy being able to sleep peacefully like Aldridge."
Joe Butran bit his cigarette holder and lowered his head and said.
“If I were you, I’d have a drink and then a good night’s sleep.
Look at you now, with a haggard face, unshaved stubble, bloodshot eyes, and scary dark circles and bags under your eyes.
All these signs indicate that your body is very tired.”
Professor Robert looked at Jobtran who was using tobacco to force himself to stay awake and said.
"Maybe.
Is your massage useful?"
Joe Butran suddenly raised his head and asked.
"Try it? I don't charge you anyway."
Professor Robert shrugged nonchalantly.
"Then let's go."
After saying this, Jobtran walked ahead and took Professor Robert back to his room.
After passing the long corridor, he stood in front of his door.
At that moment, he smiled.
"What's wrong?"
Professor Robert, who was following behind Jobtran, saw that Jobtran stopped and did not move, so he asked in confusion.
Joe Butran did not answer, but smiled self-deprecatingly and took out the key he had taken from the housekeeping department from his pocket.
"Room 369. This is only the third time I've officially stepped into my room since I got on board and put my luggage away."
Jobtran murmured to himself.
"This is a shabby, empty room. Please take a seat. Coffee or tea?"
Jobtran casually greeted Professor Robert, then walked to the bar and started boiling water.
Professor Robert closed the door and responded,
"I thought our discussion would be in three days?"
"It doesn't matter when we discuss it. The most critical issue is that we can't do anything."
Joe Butran said helplessly.
“Besides, Professor Rob, I don’t recommend you to know too much.
The knowledge of the occult is a damned quagmire, and blind pursuit of the truth will only lead to a deeper and deeper quagmire."
“In that case, why let that girl get involved
Isn't this just a self-justification?"
Professor Robert sat on a high stool at the bar, facing Jobtran, and put his hands together on the table.
"I don't know how deep this quagmire is, but I can make her understand how dangerous this quagmire is."
Jobtran picked up a disposable tea bag and dropped it into the kettle.
"Oh, so you are still a kind person
Also, I would like to remind you that the tea you put in is a Ceylon black tea bag, which is not suitable for long-term brewing."
Professor Robert glanced at the tea bag sticker hanging outside the kettle and joked.
"How can I be considered a good person?"
Jobtran took a glass cup and poured a cup of black tea for Professor Robert.
"I am the one who took old Gary's life with these hands not long ago."
“There is no absolute good or evil in the world; good and evil are just values that humans add to themselves.
Humans are just like the microbes in our bodies; one more or one less doesn’t make much difference.”
Professor Robert tried to comfort Jobtran with his scientific knowledge.
"Thank you for your comfort. I really appreciate it, but don't you think I should lie on the bed and enjoy your massage, then have a good sleep, instead of standing here and watching you drink this cheap black tea?"
Joe Butron teased with a smile.
The careful Joet Brown was naturally able to perceive Professor Robert's intention, so he changed the subject.
Professor Robert was slightly stunned after hearing this, and then sighed.
He understood that Joe Butran was still obsessed with the death of old Gary. Perhaps he was the only one among all the people present who noticed the loss and sadness on Joe Butran's face at that time.
Joe Butran's current situation is the same as Aldridge's, and both of them are struggling with their own emotions.
That's right, Joe Butran won the battle of wits and courage with old Gary, but Joe Butran felt more regretful for old Gary's failure.
“I suggest you take a shower and get in bed.
I don't have a second pair of rubber gloves lying around, so if you don't mind me reusing the same pair, you don't have to wash them."
Professor Robert said as he took a sip of his tea.
"Then let's hope our fresh water supplies remain adequate."
Joe Butran spread his hands and walked into the bathroom.
He gently turned on the faucet, and a gurgling sound came from the pipe, and then some yellow liquid sprayed out from the shower head.
Jobtran frowned and said nothing, but waited for a while.
It took about ten seconds for the water in the shower to return to its normal transparency.
"Give me three minutes to rinse."
Jobtran opened the suitcase on the ground and casually grabbed two soft clothes.
"I'll give you fifteen minutes, just enough for me to finish this pot of tea."
Professor Robert picked up the teacup and saluted Jobtran.
While Jobtran was taking a shower, Professor Robert casually looked at the furnishings in Jobtran's room.
Everything was just as Jobtran had said. The tidy bed and the wardrobe without any clothes hung up showed that Jobtran had not had time to have a good rest in the room.
Professor Robert looked around at the clean and tidy furnishings and found a card at the head of Jobtran's bed.
From the sound of water in the bathroom, it could be heard that Jobtran was still taking a bath. Professor Robert walked to his bedside suspiciously.
The card was pure white and was folded in half, forming a triangle and standing on Jobtran's bedside table.
At first, Professor Robert thought this card was inconspicuous, but when he got closer, he found that the card was made of ivory white cardboard, a special material that only royal families use for writing.
The paper of this kind of cardboard is relatively thick and firm. It is made of high-quality wood pulp mixed with pearl powder and then pressed.
Ivory white card paper mixed with pearl powder can prevent ink from smudging on the paper and has excellent water absorption capacity.
This kind of expensive ivory white card paper is usually used for business cards or invitations.
Professor Robert gently picked up the folded card and did not find any royal seal or other patterns on the surface.
Professor Robert frowned and thought to himself,
“Such a situation is extremely rare, how could those royal families who love to show off not stamp the paper
They are such idiots that they wish the streets were covered with posters of their own faces."
Before Professor Robert had time to take a closer look, the noise in the bathroom had stopped.
Jobtran came out of the bathroom in a loose robe, a pure white towel draped over his body, and wiped the water droplets from his head.
"Oh, the black tea tastes okay?"
Jobtran asked when he saw Professor Robert had returned to his seat.
Professor Robert tilted his head, glanced at the corner of his mouth and said,
"Like you said, cheap."
"Then I'm sorry, this is the only tea bag I have here.
Should I go straight to bed now, or should I chat with you for a while?"
Joe Butran rubbed his head vigorously with the towel several times and threw it aside.
"Why not have a massage and chat at the same time?"
Professor Robert said with a smile.
“I’m going to wash my hands.
By the way, there is a card on your bedside. I don’t know who left it for you. I haven’t seen it yet.”
After Professor Robert finished speaking, he left his seat and walked towards the bathroom.
Only then did Joe Butran notice a card on the bedside table.
He picked up the card suspiciously and opened it to take a look.
“Dear Mr. Jobtran, you are indeed as interesting as Umr said.
I was in such a hurry when we met that I couldn't chat for more time. Please forgive me.
By the way, have you had fun these days
That is a small gift from me to you. I hope you enjoy the night of passion and enthusiasm.
I wish you a pleasant journey and a safe trip.
Maybe there are other surprises waiting for you later
Who knows
Hahahaha. =)
Sincerely,
N. "
The dark ink recorded the words like a kindergarten child's graffiti, and the person who wrote this string of words also mischievously left a smiley face.
The seemingly ordinary words contained deep malice. Jobtran slumped on the edge of the bed.
His eyes were filled with disbelief and confusion; all the rationality and calmness in his heart were thrown out of the window; the only thing that remained in his mind was a hearty smile.
Joe Butran threw the card on the ground, covering his face and laughing like a madman.
“Hahahahahahahaha!”
Hearing Jobtran's unusual laughter, Professor Robert, who had already washed his hands, rushed out of the bathroom without even having time to dry them.
Seeing that Jobtran looked like he had lost his mind, Professor Robert immediately stepped forward and shook Jobtran's shoulders tightly.
"Hey! Bro! What's going on!"
“Hahahahahahaha!”
Joe Butran responded with a burst of laughter.
"Will you please stop! Tell me!"
Professor Robb shouted.
Professor Robert knew very well that a rational man like Joe Butran would not do such an inappropriate thing. He must have been stimulated by something.
He noticed the card on the ground, picked it up and took a look at it, but did not read any terrible information from the words on the card.
"This looks more like a prank graffiti. Why would Joe Butran react like this?"
Such a question instantly arose in Professor Robert's mind.
“…”
Jobtran stopped his crazy laughter and his body began to twitch involuntarily.
White saliva came out of the corners of his mouth, and his eyes turned white. His hands were twisted as if he was exerting force, forming shapes like chicken claws.
"Oh no! This is a seizure!"
As soon as Professor Robert saw the abnormality of Jobtran, he made a judgment in his mind.
Fortunately, Professor Rob was present, otherwise Joe Butran would easily have gone into numbness, biting his tongue, and self-harming behaviors.
Professor Robert pushed Jobtran down on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt with his hands to allow him to keep his airway open.
He checked Jobtran's mouth and saw that there was no vomit in it, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
If vomit is present, an epileptic patient can easily choke on his or her own vomit and suffocate to death.
Professor Robert immediately opened the window to maintain air circulation, which effectively enabled the patient to breathe normally.
About five minutes later, Joe Butran slowly stopped twitching.
He did not regain consciousness immediately, but fell into a long dream.
He saw the stars in the universe, the moments of birth and destruction of planets, and the gorgeous meteor showers.
Jobtran's perception wandered with the universe, and he could feel that the entire universe was expanding, expanding continuously, expanding without boundaries.
His consciousness was slowly assimilated by the universe and was about to become a part of it.
Until a door appeared in that dark and boundless space, and sitting in front of the door was the ancient immortal - Tavier At Umr.
"It seems that playful guy has already greeted you, destiny favored one."
The ethereal and clear voice echoed among the stars, and He raised His hand toward Joet Brown.
“Relax, human.
It was just a prank, just part of the suffering you face.
You have more to do.”
Joe Butran did not make any response but remained silent.
He thought to himself,
"Who am I? What am I supposed to do?"
After being baptized by the universe, Jobtran has lost all memory of his short life.
"Go back to your world and you will remember.
It is not the time to open the door yet, and you are not the one to open it."
Everything around Joe Butran turned into flowing light. He felt that everything was moving away from him, but in fact, he was the one moving away.
"Return to the other side of the dream, return to the real place, return to your world."
Umr's figure was getting farther and farther away, and Jobtran woke up from a long dream.
Thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of millions of years may have passed in a long dream, but in reality it is only a moment.
Ummr sighed softly in front of the gate.
"Nyarlathotep, do not interfere with us."
"It won't have anything to do with me next time, I swear."
"hehe."
Joe Butran opened his eyes and took a deep breath.
“Is this what it feels like to breathe?”
He thought to himself.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the ceiling in the room again. I seemed to have woken up from that seemingly meaningless long dream.
He raised his hands and touched his face.
The touch from his fingertips reminded him that this was real, but Joe Butran was confused. What was real
"Hey, man, you okay?"
Professor Robert has been staying by Jobtran's side. As a medical worker, he is naturally well aware of the dangers of sudden epilepsy.
"What happened to me just now?"