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Twenty minutes later, Hitzfeld was lying on a bed in a sealed ward of the Pollution Inspection Department, with his limbs and neck fixed with belts.
"Can I ask where Dr. Sixus is?"
She was sweating coldly and looked at the pink-haired nurse who was preparing an injection for her.
“Why is a nurse responsible for such an important treatment?”
"underestimate me?"
Lu Xi'er turned around suddenly, and the needle of the syringe reflected a cold light under the light.
"I'm not afraid to tell you that if it weren't for serving the doctor, I would be capable enough to set up a separate clinic. You don't need to doubt my ability at all. It's enough for me to be responsible for the initial treatment."
"Where are the annual rings? I want to see the annual rings!"
The more she said this, the more Hitzfeld felt she was unreliable.
What serious doctor would enjoy tickling the soles of someone's feet?
Just when she was taking off her shoes, the sole of her right foot was scratched by Lu Xi'er again. Anyway, she would never trust her again.
"Ms. Tree Ring and Agent Dallent are outside chatting."
Lu Xier gave a smile that looked devilish to the girl.
"Relax, Esun."
"It's just a tranquilizer. I swear I won't use it to avenge you for disturbing my sleep in Nanxinze..."
After one injection, Hitzfeld gradually couldn't struggle anymore.
It's a tranquilizer indeed.
It really doesn't require any technical skills to mix this thing.
Hitzfeld felt dizzy.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself being transferred to another ward.
Incandescent lamps hung from the ceiling.
Very bright.
But under the influence of the drug, she did not feel the glare. Instead, she rolled her eyes and actively chased the swaying lights.
"Hitzfeld."
Villefort's voice.
"How do you feel now."
"It's peaceful."
Hitzfeld said.
“It seems like I can’t feel any emotion at all.”
"Well, that should be fine..."
murmured Villefort.
"Listen, Hitzfeld."
"The reason we are doing this, the reason you are receiving treatment now, is because the nightmare you described to Ms. Year Rings is not the first time we have heard it."
"..."
Hitzfeld was surprised.
She felt that she should be more surprised, but also because of the drugs, the degree of surprise was not intense.
"Yes, you're not the first."
Villefort drew a breath.
"There was an evil invasion/contamination incident in the town of Elnak. One of the infected people described his dream to us... It was exactly the same as what you described, and even more detailed and comprehensive than what you said - the dream actually included the previous part."
"is that so."
Hitzfeld replied dryly.
"So what does this mean?"
"Vestal and others speculate that you can see things in the dream level that others cannot see."
The voice is very soft.
"Or convey some of the information you saw in a way that is difficult for anyone to detect."
Hitzfeld was in a daze for a long time.
“I still think it’s ridiculous.”
"It is absurd... yes." Villefort tried to soften his tone. "But this situation is definitely abnormal. We must explore its cause."
"You want to develop my abilities as a Devourer."
Hitzfeld suddenly understood.
Yes.
This is the only possibility that would cause her to be treated like this.
Whatever the principle of her ability, she can perceive dreams tainted by evil from an extremely long distance.
She did it.
Then maybe she could do it a second time, or a third time.
When she can master this power properly, perhaps Sara can use her to track down the stolen items.
“So this treatment came about.”
said Villefort.
"We're going to try to trace your dream back to its source."
"Look at what happened in the first place."
Chapter 7 Dispute: Origin of the Solar Eclipse
"Tell me what to do now." Hitzfeld continued to stare at the light overhead.
Whether from a psychological or practical perspective, she does not reject the current situation.
No matter how weak or insignificant the power of the Devourer was, it was still one of the few powers that had anything to do with "God". From the moment she was identified as the Devourer, she had already lost most of her freedom.
In other words, being injected with a sedative and developing her abilities like now - this was something she couldn't escape. Sooner or later, she would have to face this situation.
And she was indeed curious whether the nightmare was related to her left eye.
"Let's record your differences first." Villefort told her not to be so anxious. "Relax, Hitzfeld...Relax. We don't need to cut open your head to explore the secret of the Devourer's power. Today is the first time, so maybe we just need to ask some questions."
"Then I'm ready."
"Okay... First, tell me about all the abnormalities you've felt in your daily life since you woke up - that is, since you lost your memory until now."
"Abnormal..." Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes, "My body is much weaker than that of an ordinary person."
"This is normal, because that thing will force your body to cooperate with it. It is difficult for a mortal body to withstand such torture." Villefort sat in a corner of the ward, quickly writing something in a notebook, "Go on, Hitzfeld."
"Although I don't need to sleep, my spirit will gradually weaken." Hitzfeld spoke again, "In the first week after waking up, I was sure that my learning and analytical abilities were much stronger than they are now. But as time went by, my mental fatigue accumulated and my efficiency quickly dropped to the point where it could be called a burden."
"This is also a typical rejection reaction of the Devourer." An extra voice suddenly interrupted the room.
It's very quiet, but you can still make out the immaturity of the voice.
After racking his brains, Hitzfeld could only think of one person, Conte Sixus, who could give people this feeling.
"Many God Devourers did not actively accept this identity. The earliest God Devourers were probably explorers and ranger hunters who accidentally stumbled into the ruins of ancient gods. Due to their ignorance, they lacked awe for the mystery and thought that the things placed in the coffin must be dead. Then, due to various accidents... they were either actively eroded by the corpse of the god, or they started to merge because of a contact, which eventually turned them into terrible monsters, although their strength would probably only last for a dozen minutes."
Wearing a white coat, Xixus opened the isolation door and his cold voice echoed in the room.
Hitzfeld was moved and asked, "Does ten minutes mean their bodies will collapse due to rejection?"
"Why do you think that lower organisms are qualified to reject the parasitism of higher organisms?" Sixus sneered and shook his head, "Reject? Don't be silly... That's just a simple collapse. All their flesh, blood, and life essence have been infused into those organs to maintain their strength. It's like forcibly inserting an engine into your body to burn your blood. When your blood is burned dry, you will naturally die."
"Then why can the God Devourer be passed down?"
"I want to correct you on one thing. The word 'inheritance' is not used like this." Sixus walked to the operating table, put on disposable rubber gloves, and began to fiddle with the bottles and jars.
"Only things that can be guaranteed to be passed on to the next generation can be described as inheritance, and the 'inheritance' of the Devourer is full of randomness. You don't know whether your offspring can inherit that power, so it can't be called an inheritance at all."
"If the inheritance was controllable, we would have definitely gathered you all together and put you under surveillance. How could we be so surprised by discovering a God Devourer like we are now?"
"Sixus." Villefort scratched his chin. "You said that the first generation of Devourers could only last for a dozen minutes... but Hitzfeld has lived for a long time."
"Commissioner," a voice came from the side, "you are sorry about this."
"Oh, sorry Hitzfeld, I'm not—"
"I'm kidding, I don't mind."
"If I had known that you had such a good mentality, I could have skipped the tranquilizer step." Sixus sneered, and then began to answer the question: "Yes, that's right, but that was the first generation, and the human body was not ready to accept that kind of power, so they collapsed quickly."
"But as more and more ancient tombs were discovered and excavated, with the support of a huge base, gradually, some people were able to provide nutrients to the parasites for a long time and tried to do more things with this God-given power."
"From then on, the title of 'God Devourer' was stabilized. But unfortunately, this did not fundamentally change their fate. They still did not live long and always died of various complications."
Hitzfeld suddenly remembered the sharp pain that had erupted in the carriage.
She had no doubt that if she continued her head would explode, and if it weren't for the collar as a seal to intercept the tentacles, her body below the neck... the second core of the human being: the heart, would have certainly been contaminated long ago.
Therefore, it is not surprising that the Devourer has a short life. It would be unreasonable for him to live to be a hundred years old under such circumstances.
"I have a question," she said. "Why were these people called 'God Devourers'? Did you know from then on that the bodies you excavated belonged to God?"
She doesn't understand.
If there were so many corpses of gods, enough to maintain a huge base and create a group of god-eaters, how could there be so many people in the whole of Sara who replaced their piety to gods with hypocrisy?
Many people, even members of the cult themselves, did not really believe that the Goddess of the Mechanical Sun really existed. If the bodies of other gods could be dug up every now and then, then they should at least have a fear of the gods.
"Of course I'm not sure." Sixus tilted his head, "This involves another kind of argument... But are you sure you want to understand it?"
"Sixus..." Villefort tried to interrupt her, "This doesn't seem to have anything to do with what we are going to do."
"The soundproofing here is very good." Sixus was unmoved. "What are you afraid of, Chief? Vesta has offended you like that. I don't believe you can't see that she can't escape this circle of disputes."
"Can you explain it more clearly?" Hitzfeld frowned slightly.
It seemed as if Villefort did not wish her to know certain things.
why?
What did her problem involve?
"Hitzfeld." The face of the purple-haired loli appeared above. "Tell me, have you ever seen God?"
"god……"
Hitzfeld's eyes were confused.
She instinctively wanted to say no, but for some reason, at this moment, the gray fog temple flashed before her eyes.
The holy figure she saw flashed by.
"Probably not."
"Yes, yes. No, no. Where does the 'should' come from in this kind of thing?"
"That means no."
"Snap!" Sixus snapped his fingers vigorously.
"Unfortunately, some people think so too."
"What do you mean?" Hitzfeld didn't understand. "They think God doesn't exist?"
"No, they believe that God both exists and does not exist." Sixus shook his head. "To put it simply... no one has ever really seen God, so why must God look like the one he was carved into?"
Hitzfeld was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "They think that God and evil gods are the same?"
"That's right." Sixus tapped her forehead. "They believe that God is not what is praised in various religious cultures. The God that is revered by people should not exist."
