It's part of the left eye.
A very small portion.
And not the eyeballs.
Behind the eyeball.
Buried deep in the brain.
Is it... the little tentacle that was caught before?
Hitzfeld shuddered.
This speculation is a bit too bizarre.
But she could definitely feel a force.
It should be spiritual power.
It is first transmitted from the surface of the eyeball.
Just follow the tentacle channel that she can feel.
All the way into her brain.
Then an image forms in her brain.
It's... that feeling of different images overlapping.
She immediately closed her right eye to prevent the image from interfering with her, and suddenly there was only one image in her mind.
At last she saw the tree again.
This time it was not in the distant horizon, but the roots spread directly to her feet.
She turned around and looked up to see a huge figure standing in front of her.
It's too tall and too big.
The tall and thick trunk looks like the Tower of Babel in mythology.
The long distance and dark sky made the branches blurry and difficult to see clearly.
The only feeling one had when standing in front of it was that of insignificance. Hitzfeld even began to doubt whether this thing really existed.
[Monsters and myths do exist, beware! Evil may return at any time!]
She suddenly remembered Eugenie Copperfield's final warning.
Clenching her fists, she began to walk towards the giant tree.
With every step she took, she found that her vision within a certain range would change.
Crowds of people began to appear.
There are men, women, old people and children.
There were workers, policemen, coachmen and sailors.
She seemed to be walking in a scroll of time. Although her body was touching nothingness, her left eye could see clearly everything that was happening.
"monster!"
"Burn her to death!"
"Why did you leave this evil seed behind?"
"Where's Sheriff Lanelle? Where is Sheriff Lanelle?"
She saw the crowd gathered in three circles, talking and cursing, as if they were surrounded by some terrifying monster.
But if it really was a monster, shouldn't they flee in all directions?
And why are they gathered together like this?
With a frown on his face, Hitzfeld felt that something was fishy.
In particular, she had an illusion that she seemed to have seen this scene somewhere.
Where is it?
I can't recall it no matter how hard I try...
Since she did not collide with any entity - strictly speaking, it was the crowd, they were just phantoms of the past reflected by her left eye - she easily came to the front of the crowd and saw the petite girl who was surrounded by them and kept accusing and cursing.
Yes, it's just a girl.
She looked not even 10 years old, wearing a dirty dress with her arms and legs exposed. She was lying on the ground limply, her hair mixed with mud.
Then Hitzfeld saw the rain.
It rained heavily.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, a doomsday scene. The little girl fell into a puddle of water, surrounded by a crowd of people cursing.
Hitzfeld had only seen such a strange and indescribable picture once in her life. So she immediately recalled: Isn't this the painting she found in Nanxinze?
That Blake Sharon painting, "The Tree of Life", with its dark picture and strange composition, is something you will never forget once you've seen it!
Why is the scene from that painting reappearing here?
Hitzfeld opened his mouth and took two steps forward.
"Sheriff Lanelle is here!"
She heard the crowd cheering and a woman in black ran over from the front.
She squatted down and examined the girl, turned over her hands and feet, even lifted her eyelids and shook her head slowly to the side.
"She's dead."
She heard her make a sound of joy.
"She's dead!"
The crowd began to cheer even louder.
"She's dead!"
"She's dead!!!"
They howled, sang and danced in the rain, some even threw away their umbrellas, looking ecstatic as if they had finally escaped the curse and been reborn.
Are these people crazy?
Hitzfeld walked quickly to the girl, squatted down, and reached out to support her.
This girl should be fine.
They had been turned over and examined like that, which monster would allow humans to toy with it like this?
But she apparently forgot that this was an illusion.
Her hand went straight through the girl's body.
Then I touched a very rough surface.
Suddenly coming back to her senses, Hitzfeld shook her head and found that she had walked to the front of the giant tree without knowing when, and the hand she stretched out just now directly touched the trunk.
"Heidegger... sir."
She suddenly heard a weak call.
Bow down.
She found that the girl had opened her eyes and was looking at her with hope in her eyes.
"Mr. Heidegger."
She heard her call herself that.
"Although, it's too late..."
"But thank you for coming to see me..."
Chapter 9 Death
"Ok!"
Suddenly opening his eyes and returning to reality, Hitzfeld felt dizzy and had the illusion that the whole world was shaking.
"Bite it." His mouth was pried open and a horizontal object was stuffed in.
She did as she was told, and the effect was obvious. The pressure she felt on her teeth was quickly transmitted back to her brain, giving her goose bumps all over her body.
"Are you feeling better?" Xixus's face was enlarged. "How strange! This is the first time I've encountered such a situation..."
The belt that bound her limbs was being untied. Hitzfeld felt a little chest tightness. He sat up before she was done, pressed his chest and rubbed his head, and asked softly, "What did you do in my dream?"
"You can guess it." Sixus helped her remove the belt that locked her ankles and clapped his hands. "The advanced form of the dream-retaining image allows a bystander to appreciate it together."
"So what did you see?" Hitzfeld turned to her. "What was the first time you encountered it?"
She was not naive enough to argue with the other party about privacy.
In this situation, few people can maintain their privacy except for members of the royal family and truly high-ranking figures.
"How do you feel?" Villefort came over from the side and frowned slightly when he saw that she looked pale and weak.
"Don't push yourself, Hitzfeld. Regardless of whether this time succeeds or not, we won't try again today. We have to consider your ability to bear it..."
"I can hold on." The girl curled her lips at him, "Don't forget, I just had a good sleep yesterday, and my mental state is the best it has been in a week."
"Since you have no problem, let's check the information." Sixus took the notebook that Villefort had left behind, stuffed it back to him along with the pen, and asked, "First of all, the picture... I did see it, except that there was no tree, it was exactly the same as you described."
"Yes." Hitzfeld shook his head, "But you need... you may need special eyes to see it."
"you saw it?"
"Yes."
"Your left eye?"
"……Yes."
The purple-haired loli glanced at Villefort, who shook his head and lowered his head to start writing in the notebook.
"The left eye seems to be able to see things that ordinary people cannot see... It is indeed the most common ability of this type of mutation." Sixus walked around to the other side of the girl and took out a small notebook. "Go on, what happened next."
Hitzfeld described everything she saw next, including the crowd... the girl lying in the rain puddle... and the last person she addressed herself as "Mr. Heidegger"...
There is no need to hesitate. After all, this is not the real ability of the left eye.
The most exaggerated power of this eye can only be exerted on the seventh day of each week. Compared with it, the "clairvoyance" and "dreaming together" that I have now are nothing.
Exposing her would make Sarah's superiors think she is more controllable, and perhaps give her more freedom.
As for opening up to these people completely - that is, telling them all her secrets - she had never even thought about it.
The Changxia world was still too dangerous. Just as many people here didn't trust her, she didn't dare to trust them either.
"You asked me so many questions in such detail, but it feels like you didn't see or hear anything." She couldn't help but complain halfway through, "I'm thirsty, can I have some water?"
Villefort immediately stood up to pour her some water. Sixus smiled after making the final note: "Because I really didn't see or hear much."
"Can……"
"This is the first time I've encountered this kind of situation. As the consciousness that invaded the dream, it's normal for what I see and hear to be different from the dream owner... But it's abnormal for the difference to be this big."
"So the effect is zero?" Hitzfeld frowned.
If the people who observe her dreams cannot see those scenes, wouldn't what she just described become a one-sided confession?
Those who disliked her would definitely use this as an excuse to accuse her of making it up, and she didn't want to always be involved in these struggles.
"It's not zero. At least we've confirmed that there was such a dream." Villefort handed over a glass of water. "Don't worry. This is just the beginning... It's a pleasant surprise to have such a breakthrough. We at least have a new direction for investigation."
"If everyone believed me."
With a bland sarcasm, Hitzfeld took the cup, drank half of it with mixed feelings, then got out of bed, found his shoes, stepped into them and put them on.
The so-called treatment ended here. Sixus opened the door and let them enter a two-meter-long corridor. He locked the door of the clinic, walked to the top of the corridor, opened the door, and entered the corridor outside.
Xia Yibing and a group of people were sitting here waiting. When they saw them come out, they immediately went to meet them and each rushed to their different destinations.
Her target was naturally Hitzfeld.
