Recollection dreams: some people who can never be seen again can reappear through dreams and live together for a period of time.
Training dreams; continuing to train in the dream world is a choice only the most extreme workaholics would make.
There are about a dozen sub-businesses, most of which are branches of these projects. Its charges are very expensive, and a single project - excluding the package - must pay at least 3000 Goli.
If it’s a new project…
It’s a new project that allows men and women to be together... ahem... and it’s a long course of treatment, so the fees will definitely be even more outrageous, maybe even exceeding 10000 Goli.
From this perspective, Mr. Alex is really nice to Ethan.
As Ethan defended himself by saying, "I'm really not interested in that kind of thing," and "I've tried and imagined every treatment, but I never thought I could do this," Hitzfeld followed him to the Pollution Inspection Department.
After stepping through a door, she felt refreshed and felt the air became much fresher.
The price is that it also contains a special fragrance, which is not very pleasant. She suspected it was a special disinfectant.
The pink and green paint made this place look more like a hospital. Medical staff in white coats kept walking back and forth. One of them was pushing a wheelchair with a man with a crooked mouth and a silly smile on it.
"Jia Ran... hehe... my Jia Ran..."
"A typical case of mental confusion." Ethan curled his lips and shook his head. "Poor guy, I hope Dr. Sixus can cure him."
"Who?"
"Conte Sixus, winner of the Oak Leaf Medal, first-class member of the Oak Leaf Knights, is the best doctor we can find."
"Come on." He gently pushed the girl's shoulder. "If you're lucky, this guy will be responsible for drawing your blood."
"The Doctor isn't here."
A young nurse with scarlet hair received them. "Xia Sha informed you in advance. If you don't mind... I can check you now."
Ethan went to see Hitzfeld, and the girl nodded to indicate that she didn't mind.
So for the next 15 minutes, she was tied to a clean white bed - or a stretcher, with several lights hanging around her that could half-blind her, and the young nurse moved her around with cold tweezers.
She felt her body being touched and kneaded.
There was nothing sexy about it, and she even felt pain when certain parts of her body were touched.
She heard the sound of scissors, and the other person seemed to have cut off a section of her hair, as well as a little bit of her fingernails and toenails.
She had her blood drawn.
The left eyelid was pulled aside with tweezers to reveal the dark golden eyes.
You will be asked to answer various questions during the process.
The last step was a bit embarrassing for her - the nurse asked her to drink a large glass of water, and then kept doing exercises like squats to promote - and took some urine samples from her.
"All right."
The little nurse loosened those straps.
"you can go now."
finally--
Hitzfeld breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as she was about to get up, she suddenly felt something on her wrist.
The ankles also have a very obvious metallic texture.
"This is……"
Trying to lower her head to regain her vision, Hitzfeld saw that her hands and feet were clasped with four metal rings.
shackles?
No, they are too slim... and light to cause any trouble in movement.
"Why!?"
One of the needles was also stuck on her neck. She frowned and glared at the nurse, wanting an explanation.
"You don't think they'll let you go so easily, do you?"
The young nurse lowered her head and wrote something on a board.
"This is 'Real Imprisonment'. It consists of five rings. It will be more difficult for the person wearing it to manipulate his or her mind, which means it will be difficult to lie in front of those masters who are proficient in dream-penetration..."
"Did you know that I'm also a Level 5 member of Wheel of Fortune?"
Hitzfeld's face quickly darkened.
Even though she knew this was part of the process, she still felt uncomfortable being treated this way.
"I know~"
The young nurse laughed.
Her eyes were the same scarlet color as her hair, and they half curved when she smiled, which was very beautiful.
"If it weren't for this identity, the doctor would have applied to dissect you long ago~"
"..."
Hitzfeld shuddered and decided never to come to this place again.
"Here is the inspection form. I'll give you one. Take it."
The young nurse tore off a piece of paper and handed it to her.
"And this one."
"Thorn-"
Another one.
"What is this?" Hitzfeld frowned and looked at the second piece of paper. He saw eight one-inch photos printed on it. There were a few paragraphs of text next to each photo, which looked a bit like a collection of resumes.
"Judge~"
The little nurse said cheerfully in a sing-song tone.
"We are a formal department, you must know each other's identities~"
Hitzfeld remained silent. She found a familiar name among these eight people.
Nossa Ferdinand.
Recipient of the Oak Leaf Medal, second-level member of the Oak Leaf Knights. Dean of the Theological College of Pusilint University, Deputy Director of the Sara National Security Bureau, and Chief Judge of the Internal Audit Department of the Sara National Security Bureau. He has written many books, including the public books "The Contract between Religion and Society" and "Everyone Actually Has Faith", and the internal reference books "The Origin of the Evil God", "100 Weaknesses of Nightmares", "Attack! Steam Knights!", and "Where Will the Future Go in the Shadows".
"My name is Luciel, Luciel-Dreyerman."
The young nurse's teasing sounded in my ears.
"You have nice feet..."
"If you come next time, please let me know. I haven't touched it enough~"
"no."
Hitzfeld curled his lips.
Lil Hill...
This guy, while she was tied up and unable to move, deliberately used his fingernails to scratch the soles of her feet through her stockings. It's hard not to suspect that he has some special hobby.
Plus there was Dr. Sixus who wanted to dissect her, so she quickly put on her shoes, opened the door, and left in a hurry with Ethan.
Chapter 10: Nossa Ferdinand's Invitation
After handing Hitzfeld over to two men in suits and ties, Ethan stopped in front of a big door.
When Hitzfeld saw him nod to him, he nodded his chin and allowed the two men to put a blindfold on him in addition to the eye patch.
"Click."
She heard the sound of a door opening and a burst of discussion in the darkness ahead.
The shoulder was gently pushed.
Take a step forward.
"boom!"
The door closed again behind him.
Sitting on a chair under the guidance of those hands, Hitzfeld's eyes relaxed - the strip of cloth was untied.
She looked around, a look of surprise in her one eye.
The room was dark.
There was complete darkness all around, except for the middle, where she was sitting on a chair. A beam of light came down from somewhere and enveloped her.
In this contrast, she couldn't see clearly what was in the darkness. The feeling of being watched seemed to come from all directions, and goose bumps appeared under her clothes.
"quiet."
A majestic voice sounded.
The faint voices of discussion disappeared immediately.
Not only that, but the feeling of being spied on was also much less.
"Esun Hitzfeld."
The voice sounded again.
“……” Hitzfeld remained indifferent.
"Esun Hitzfeld?"
"Ah, I am!"
Only then did she realize that this was calling her.
"There will be eight presiding judges attending this review meeting, and 8 detectives will be present. I, Nosa Ferdinand, will preside over the proceedings. Please tell me if you have a clear understanding of this."
“……”You are so unnecessary, Mr. Ferdinand.
Hitzfeld raised an eyebrow, but she answered nicely, "Yes, I know."
Next, Ferdinand repeated the similar process several more times for Hitzfeld to confirm - this was a review meeting specifically focusing on her performance in the curse battle.
Its process is boring.
So far, nothing had gone beyond Hitzfeld's expectations. The questions asked by Chief Judge Ferdinand were similar to those asked by Senior Agent Lemming-Reiter, who had almost clashed with Ethan and the others at 12 Flo Street. Basically, he asked her to repeat them.
From the cause, process and result of the matter.
What is the basis for her actions, whether she has strictly considered the consequences, and so on.
It doesn't look like a big problem.
The more this happened, the more relaxed Hitzfeld felt.
This meant that Shadow Lion had no extra questions to ask her. As long as the two testimonies were compared and it was confirmed that her left eye did not have any special powers beyond the description, she could leave.
"…So you think that your left eye may indeed be a divine organ."
"Yes."
"But you also think that this organ does not perform any special function except for bringing extra burden to your body."
"Yes."
"It has transformed your body to a certain extent, allowing your blood to undergo a mysterious reaction with the 'red ink'. Once the factor of 'red ink' is missing, neither this eye nor your blood will trigger 'abnormalities'."
"exactly."
"Well……"
Ferdinand made a series of low, long, groaning sounds.
"At this point, the review process for you can almost be declared complete."
Hitzfeld heard the voice continue.
"But I have a more personal doubt."
"Please speak directly."
