Just this body.
Only this person can give her warmth...
"never mind……"
Although he was also in great pain, looking at the woman kneeling on the ground like a child, hugging him tightly and trembling constantly, Hitzfeld could only try his best to hold on, holding her head and stroking it gently.
"I will not leave you."
"Never..."
She turned her head while murmuring.
On the right, the mass of flesh that had originally stood on the ruins of the house had disappeared.
A ray of light poured in through the gray fog, illuminating Yongen Street and Hitzfeld's muddy face.
She looked down at the ground, where the code book lay open.
On the tenth page, the originally blank page began to gradually show relief.
The relief on the left is a burning mass of rotten flesh. Countless wronged souls are hidden in the smoke and roaring, but they still cannot escape the fate of being sealed.
The relief on the right is a distant view. Under a magnificent and hazy sky, two figures embrace each other and then separate. The only thing that remains unchanged is their clenched hands.
Her eyes focused and she saw a line of familiar characters appear below.
[Unexpressed emotions never die. They are just buried alive to emerge in uglier ways in the future.]
Then, right after this sentence, a new line of characters appeared below.
[So I can only advise people——]
[Never suppress your heart.]
Chapter 75 The Secret of Dream City
Real...sunshine.
Not the slightly cold mechanical sun.
But even so, when this real light was splashed on the severely decayed body at the edge of the bushes, Hitzfeld thought that it might actually highlight its pathetic and disgusting nature.
"You did great, Hitzfeld."
"Although I was not able to teach you for as long as Lilith did, I still have to say that you will be my best student."
"I gave my all to prove that the path we imagined was wrong..."
"This will only accelerate my corruption, but it's just as well."
"You can see that...right."
"The shot you fired at Oenya."
"You can see...our seeds."
"So, please..."
"Hitzfeld, please..."
"..."
When I came back to my senses from the trance, I realized that this conversation was just a delusion.
There is no relief in reality.
No begging.
No decency.
There was only a crazy, strange shadow rushing towards them, splattering pus and blood.
And the movement of her struggling to raise the woman's arm, they grabbed the Prang and pulled the trigger together--
"boom!"
"what……!"
Opening his eyes suddenly, Hitzfeld found himself back in the warm room.
The scent of the nourishing fragrance permeates the nostrils, and all the pores on the body open at this moment, greedily breathing in the fragrance.
She felt refreshed, and the scene in front of her eyes became clear again, just in time to see a shriveled man in a black robe stepping on the table and jumping back to the chair.
I am——
Oh……
Yes……
The evil god was sealed, Xia went to the hospital, and I was sent back to the Security Bureau headquarters and came here again... the Dream Corridor.
"This level of struggle is too strenuous for mortals."
Pusiangsi chuckled a few times.
"These incense should make you feel better."
"……Thanks."
Shaking his head, Hitzfeld leaned his elbows on the table, "Where were we...where were we talking about?"
"Speaking of you shooting to free Nosa."
"I……"
Hitzfeld gasped.
"I've almost finished telling you everything, including the vision I saw and the fact that someone tampered with the Book of Howling..."
"Yes."
"I want to know if your promise is still valid. I remember what you said - as long as I make it clear, you won't do anything to me, and..."
"I will not take any drastic measures against you and Agent Xiasha." Pusi nodded, "Yes, I have the power to do so, but the prerequisite is that you must prove that you are innocent and have not been contaminated by evil spirits."
silence.
Only the occasional crackling sound could be heard from the stove.
"then you--"
“So far, it seems pretty good.”
Hitzfeld quickly shut up and breathed a sigh of relief.
Priscilla was not exaggerating.
As the only person in the many systems who knows the truth about the evil game 22 years ago, and the only one who cooperates with the royal family to design a plan to lure the evildoers, her power is definitely more exaggerated than that of Batti Villefort.
She is the actual controller of the Security Bureau.
If we include the character she played, "Grest", Dream City, and Puslint are also under her control.
"Don't you hate me?" Pusiangsi asked suddenly.
"Why hate?" She raised her head.
"I deceived you, deceived Batty, deceived Nosa, deceived Ouniya, and Kanna... I deceived almost everyone."
"…I hate wasting time on topics that have lost their meaning."
Hitzfeld closed his eyes.
“Everyone hates rules, and everyone relies on rules.”
"I hold a more open attitude in this regard. For example, I don't think that private blood feuds need to be severely punished. But I also don't think that this openness is unlimited."
"I have also been protected by you guys...combined...for a long time, right?"
"So as far as your identity is concerned, I don't want to hear you apologize to anyone."
There was another long silence.
"…You're really funny, Hitzfeld."
The shrunken woman jumped off her chair.
"you can go now."
"Is everything over?"
"Of course not. The procedures still need to be followed. Interrogation, record keeping... none of them can be missed. But I think you should go to the hospital and rest for a few days now."
Sniffling, Hitzfeld stood up and walked to the door.
"Also, Aisuen—"
She looked back again and saw that Pursi had stretched out a shriveled "claw" and pressed it on a spherical beaker.
"This is a thank you gift for saving the world."
The beaker turned, and the wooden shelf filled with books and laboratory equipment opened to the sides, revealing the scene hidden behind it.
Hitzfeld glared slightly.
What she saw was... the shattered remains of a man, placed in a human-shaped glass container, with only his head intact.
And she swore she would not mistake that face, it was Sisso-Grest! Exactly the same face as when he died in 1962!
Everything in the wreckage was broken into pieces, except for the head which was stuck in a spherical container. The entire upper layer of the skull had been cut off, and a pink and plump brain was stuck inside, with several infusion tubes inserted.
There was a circle of steel machines around it, with huge gear sets rotating with chains, and more than a dozen trumpet-shaped nozzles spewing out pink smoke from time to time.
Hitzfeld looked up and saw the smoke gradually condensing on the ceiling, and he could vaguely see a towering castle in it.
“Puslint is a heritage.”
"The so-called Dream City is actually a continuous dream that successive principals have sacrificed themselves for, one that they will never wake up from."
Closing the bookshelf again, Purcell summarized what was on display.
"All right."
"You really should go now."
"Have you ever thought about going out and taking a look?"
With an impulse coming from nowhere, Hitzfeld said to her.
She remembered the bright red hair that looked like a flaming cloud.
"The world outside."
"actually--"
"No need."
The shrunken woman turned around.
"I don't expect him to forgive me."
“But I will continue to carry it through.”
"..."
Hitzfeld paused, bowed to her, opened the wooden door and stepped into the corridor.
When she reached the intersection again, she looked up at the four windmill blades above.
Left-hand corridor: Those who are nostalgic for the past please go this way.
Right corridor: Those who regret the past please go this way.
She was standing in the corridor she had just come out of: Those whose views on the past have not changed, please go this way.
Only the last leaf is blank, which corresponds to the way out.
Hitzfeld stared at the leaf for a long time.
Then he shook his head, stepped over the mirror, and left the corridor.
Unit Summary
First is the reward list:
