Anthony Placido. 27 years old.
He married a woman named Booth five years ago, and they are very loving.
He has a rich resume, having worked as a milkman, a postman, and even a horse manure worker for a few days.
Before he was arrested, he worked in a printing factory. This was the longest job he had ever done, for one year and three months. When he was arrested, he had been promoted to workshop team leader.
As for his wife, Booth.
The daughter of a vegetable farmer, she was born in an ordinary family and was only slightly pretty.
This woman is apparently unemployed, but after getting married, she would take on some textile commissions to help her husband. She has some minor flaws in her personality and is the kind of ordinary woman that can be found everywhere.
The couple had three children together and according to neighbours they had a very harmonious relationship and would make up quickly even if they had a fight.
This is the entire impression that the Placidos left on the outside world.
But they got involved after all.
Thinking of this, Hitzfeld raised the papers in his hand and glanced at them again.
【Name: Anthony Placido】
Is it polluted: Yes
Sanity Retention: High
Addiction status: Moderate
Danger rating: Low
[Name: Booth Placido]
Is it polluted: Yes
Sanity Retention: Low
Addiction Status: High
Danger rating: High
[Note: Booth-Plácido showed more aggression towards others. Especially when facing Anthony-Plácido, he was particularly crazy. It is strongly recommended that the two be detained separately and the possibility of Booth-Plácido seeing Anthony-Plácido be strictly limited. ]
"Do you want your children's mother to remain that way, Signor Placido?"
Anthony's breathing became irregular.
Hitzfeld said no more.
She is very patient.
After a while, Anthony finally couldn't help but turn his head back.
His cheeks were hollowed from the torment of hunger, but his dark eyes were shining.
"Do you have a way to rescue her?"
he asked softly.
"It depends on whether you cooperate with our investigation."
Hitzfeld tried to keep his tone steady.
"I've told you everything I can tell you." Anthony closed his eyes again. "What else do you want to know?"
He agreed.
Hitzfeld was excited, but he still looked calm.
"You may not know this," she lowered her voice, "but you and your wife's experience in that city was somewhat unusual."
Based on the information that has been verified so far, Hitzfeld has basically confirmed that the lost city of West Grant, which stands above the Dream Ruins and is located deeper in the dream world, captures people every night.
What is captured is the soul, the consciousness that people are immersed in after falling asleep.
Those people came to West Grant and had no idea what was going on.
In this situation, facing further pressure from star jellyfish and various monsters, their nerves will always remain tense.
At this time, Simon and the Fairy Bar under his jurisdiction appeared in front of them.
In order to save their lives and for safety, they will definitely gather towards the bar spontaneously.
Like what?
Arranged game plot.
All the spirits, all the guests who visited West Grant...they all ended up at Harry's Library.
Everything is serving this purpose.
But here a difference emerges.
For the vast majority of people, their stay in West Grant is just one night.
Falling into a dream at night - being captured by an unknown force and taken to West Grant - getting the qualification to enter the library after an adventure - staying inside until dawn and leaving... This is basically the process.
The only exception is Eternal Night.
It is impossible to leave West Grant while the Eternal Night continues, and anyone who enters at this time will have to stay there for one more day.
But Anthony and Booth stayed there for two more days.
According to the affidavit, they arrived in West Grant late Friday night.
But when I woke up, it was already Monday and the entire Saturday had evaporated.
It was this description of time that caught her attention.
Because the same is true for her and Xia Yibing.
Chapter 63: Suspicion
According to the Q&A with Simon at the time, the day "Saturday" did not evaporate in West Grant.
Instead, it is quietly digested in the process of immersion of consciousness - that is, driving one's own soul into the dream world.
They fell asleep at around 12 o'clock late on Friday night.
When West Grant woke up, it was already the same time on Saturday.
Why does this happen.
Why do they encounter situations different from others?
Why are they the only ones exempted from the cost of borrowing?
Hitzfeld hopes to find answers to these questions in Anthony.
"Really? So we're the only ones who've been in there for so long?"
After listening to Hitzfeld's explanation of the difference, Anthony smiled bitterly, leaned back on the mattress and shook his head slowly.
"You want to know why this happened... I'm afraid I can't give you any ideas... I don't even know what happened. I just remember that I felt very uncomfortable when I woke up... It was only slightly better than it is now."
I've slept for more than two days without eating anything. It would be a miracle if I didn't feel uncomfortable.
Hitzfeld was secretly complaining.
"You may have misunderstood, Mr. Placido," she said. "I am not asking you to explain the principle directly. I certainly would not ask such an excessive request..."
"So what do you want to know, dear lady...?"
"I want you to tell me in detail everything that happened to you and Mrs. Placido after you entered the city." Hitzfeld said to him word by word, "Especially what happened in the library. I want all the details!"
Hearing her request, Anthony fell silent again.
Joe Cole couldn't help but take out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face.
The air in the cell was already bad, and coupled with the atmosphere and the things being talked about, he felt very stressed the whole time.
"I...actually, I have been forcing myself not to think about certain things."
After a while, Anthony moved his lips and spoke again.
"But, if there is a chance... if there is really information here that can help you and allow you to work together to restore Booth, then I... am willing to tell you."
Xia Yibing had already taken out her small notebook, and immediately took off the pen cap and prepared to take notes upon hearing this.
Hitzfeld was tired from running back and forth.
So far she hasn't had the chance to take action, so she has to find a way to share her worries.
"Let me think..." Anthony began to recall, "When we just opened our eyes, we met some other people who had accidentally entered that ghost town like us."
"Among them... some didn't believe it was a real thing. And since we couldn't wake up, we split up in several directions, hoping to explore the surrounding environment a little bit."
"But accidents soon happened. There were things hiding in the shadows that were afraid of the light of street lamps and dared not wander on the streets. But if we left the lighted areas and walked into some shadows such as alleys, we would be attacked immediately."
"What kind of monsters are these?" Hitzfeld asked him.
"Giant spiders... pythons with human faces... strange fish with frog-like limbs but very long bodies... I can't remember clearly... there are too many kinds of them."
Hitzfeld turned to look at Xia Yibing.
"Dream-eating spider, human-faced snake, dream eel." Xia Yibing uttered a few words accurately, "They are all common nightmares."
Then she moved her lips and said to Hitzfeld using lip language: I'm more curious about why we didn't meet.
yes……
Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes slightly.
In order to avoid the star jellyfish, they hid in the dark alley.
But they didn't encounter any other evil nightmares at all.
This is another unknown privilege.
"Have you been attacked like this?" Hitzfeld looked at Anthony.
"No." Anthony shook his head.
"Which one? Did the monsters fail to attack you and you escaped, or did they just ignore you?"
"No - they were so fierce...Booth and I had to work hard to escape."
Anthony shook his head at first.
Then he paused and said uncertainly: "The main thing is... I'm not sure what's going on."
"Booth and I were left behind by them during their escape."
"We thought we were done, but it turned out that... those who abandoned us and wanted to use us as bait were chased by monsters. We just took the opportunity to run into the bar."
"We didn't care at the time... Who would dislike getting a chance to escape? Right? But when I think about it later, I still find it incredible..."
"Because it's clear that we are the better target."
This is just his guess.
Hitzfeld said to himself.
But it is indeed suspicious... West Grant does seem to have some people given extra treatment.
"Otherwise, it should be no different from what others have said."
The man on the bed sighed.
"It was because I encountered those terrifying undead spirits... I was threatened and bewitched by them... and that bird... and I made a deal with them without thinking..."
"Your deal is to exchange your physical body in that place for the qualification to enter the library?"
Joe Cole couldn't help but interrupt, "This deal sounds problematic, right? Why did you agree to it?"
"Because of those undead..." Anthony's voice became very soft.
"They are also part of the monster, my lord. If we don't trade our bodies to them, we won't even be able to keep our heads."
"How did you manage to move around there while only replacing the body and keeping the head?"
"I don't know... sir... everything was arranged by that strange bird called Simon. I only remember that our heads were placed in a box together. When we woke up again, we were already in the library."
"With just your head?" Joe Cole almost screamed.
"No - I don't know why, but when we woke up in the library, we had arms and legs and could walk."
