Chapter 75 The most realistic dream and nightmare
As he said this, Hitzfeld kept staring at the doctor.
She was pretty sure he didn't move, as if he was stunned... She didn't understand why such words came out of her mouth. After all, she was not in the position to comfort her enemy.
"I'm sure now that you have the same mental problems as me."
The doctor stared at her for a long time and uttered these words.
"My abnormality comes from the fact that I have abandoned the past and transformed myself into this, but you are a human being except for that eye. How could you say these things to me..."
A second ago, his tone was still somewhat emotional, as if he was lamenting that his enemy would pity him at the moment of hostility.
The next second he quickly rushed over and grabbed the girl's throat, threw her on the table, got close to her face, and said to her in a whisper: "...Do you think you are qualified to judge us?"
"Who are you? You are just a small flame left in that lunatic's family... You haven't even met him! How dare you speculate on his thoughts??"
"Ahem..." Hitzfeld grabbed his alloy wrist with both hands. Although he was choked to the point of being unable to breathe, he still tried his best to speak: "Is this... ahem... the reason why you have never gone to see him? Then I really misjudged you... You are just a coward..."
"boom!"
After she said this, her upper body was grabbed by the neck and lifted up, then slammed hard on the table.
Seeing stars is not enough to describe her current condition. It should be said that everything in front of her eyes is black...she can only see the blurry outlines of things.
"I just treated you differently and you burned them all." The doctor's suppressed voice came from above, "You are indeed a very talented detective, Miss Hitzfeld... So I can understand that you were using him to mock him just now?"
"Whatever you want to think..." Hitzfeld closed his eyes, "If you want him to hate you...if you want him to be resentful of you for not visiting him all these years, then you can think so."
"boom!"
"Uh……!"
"Who are you to say this to me?" The doctor was furious. "You are just a... a lucky guy who survived by coincidence... Who are you to say this to me? What I think is none of your business!!"
"If you have the guts... just kill me." Hitzfeld's lip was already bitten by herself. She looked at the robot that was suppressing her with a very complicated look, "Just think of it as you winning the game..."
"...The Keeper's duel cannot be terminated like this."
The two points of blue fire in the shadow stared at her for a long while, and the doctor slowly let go of her neck.
"You think you can anger me like this... I think you are dreaming... You think Lendis is too simple..."
He said Coldis—
Hitzfeld was sitting up with his hands. His dead eyes suddenly fluttered when he heard these words. His lips slightly opened and he looked up at the doctor's profile.
As expected, [l] is the symbolic seal of the first letter of his last name.
He really...
Really, my last name is also too cold...
"You really are a Hitzfeld... Aisuen..." The doctor covered his face with his hands, and the sound of metal clashing came out from between his fingers. "You are exactly like her... You always force me like this... force me to make a choice... and guess my thoughts like this..."
"I said I didn't want to, it was meaningless...but she told me that was the mission of the Hitzfeld family..."
"Everyone and everything in the world advised me to let go, and told me that it was the best outcome - although I lost my wife and child, I crushed their conspiracy, and I was even able to come to the place where she was born. This was fate's favor to me..."
"But how can I - how can I dare to accept everything with a clear conscience?"
He roared like a wild animal, covering his face with his hands.
"I sacrificed everything I had, only to be left wandering the earth like a ghost!"
"Who is really profiting from all this? The sun god to whom I have prayed so many times but to whom I have never once shown my face to save me?"
"I gave my body, soul and even my dreams to her! But she refused to show me even a little mercy..."
"Just like I knelt before those tombstones... I prayed to her for the last time, saying that I was willing... willing to exchange everything I had left for my child... for him to appear before me..."
"And of course... there was no response."
“…I actually felt that it was a relief.”
His voice returned to a steady state, and he put down his hands and stared into the void ahead.
"From that moment on I never believed in anything again."
"I think even if she really existed and she really was watching... then she would be able to understand, about faith and piety - these things are also included in it... because that was really all I had left at the time."
"So she shouldn't be surprised that I turned my back on her."
He had calmed down, but he was still talking endlessly about his own mental journey.
This is not surprising. Even though he has already fallen and alienated, judging from the fact that he has always called those things "evil gods", he does not regard the evil followers around him as companions at all, and naturally will not reveal these secrets.
He's been keeping the secret for too long.
It was so long that he finally met a fellow countryman. Even though the two sides were enemies, he couldn't help but reveal his thoughts.
Maybe that would make him feel better.
Perhaps it can give his tired heart some rest.
"..."
The doctor had not looked over here while he was telling this. So he didn't know that the look in the eyes of the girl who was still his captive...was gradually changing as she looked at him.
It was hard for Hitzfeld to put the feeling into words.
The dream I had been pursuing finally came true.
It is both a sweet dream and a nightmare.
The person who has been looking for has finally been found.
Both a relative and an enemy.
She felt her mind and soul overlapping and flying higher and higher in her dream. Her body and mind were completely free, but what followed was panic and a sense of emptiness under her feet.
The Doctor suddenly turned this way.
She also quickly turned her head, shaking her hair to cover her face, and at the same time reached out and wiped the top of her face.
"Are you crying?" The doctor noticed this action keenly, "Or are you dreaming?"
“…” Hitzfeld remained motionless.
The doctor reached out to pry her face apart, but she dodged it with a small movement.
"It seems you are not using him to mock me."
I don’t know how the doctor understood it, but his anger completely disappeared.
"I will think about my enemies and cry in my dreams for their past."
"You're just a little girl who's too kind... I should be the one who's disappointed."
As if he saw through her true nature, he acted bored.
He didn't try to communicate with this side again until Hitzfeld stood up and went to the corner to pick up Tite.
"Dang Dang Dang——"
The three needles overlap, and the time is 12 noon.
They opened the clock and stepped inside. The next moment, they found themselves in a clearing in the forest covered with fallen leaves.
It was noon and it was not a cloudy day. Theoretically, there should be plenty of light, but there were hardly any spots of light here.
The branches and leaves of the forest are too many and too dense. They are like hands stretched towards the sky, like a drowning person raising his hands before death, to denounce the injustice of fate. The lush leaves growing from above block all the sunlight outside, and it appears dark below.
It took Hitzfeld a while to see the environment clearly. She turned back and saw the place where she had just come out: an old clock embedded in the gap of the tree trunk.
It's so old.
From what she could see, it was much older than anything she had ever seen.
The surface wood shell is almost as long as the trunk, and the gap in the middle is sharp at the top and bottom and wide on both sides. It is just like... like some kind of enlarged evil organ.
Normally, I should be feeling sick for having just come out of here.
Hitzfeld said to himself.
But not anymore.
She really didn't feel sick.
Tite was still lying unconscious on the ground. It was obvious that the thing contained in the blood cocoon was very important to him. It might be his most powerful and concentrated clone.
Hitzfeld ignored him and looked around. He saw beams of light on the tree-lined road in the southeast direction. At the end of the road was a small monastery.
Yes, Abbey, she felt she would not be wrong.
It is impossible for a normal residential building to have a tower on the main body of the house, let alone use colorful shutters on both sides with a circular cross on top.
That's the monastery.
It can only be a monastery.
"That was where my best friend was... or one of them."
The Doctor performs narration duties.
"Elmons-Instark, an Earth cultist who believed in her by accident."
"It doesn't really matter to them which god they believe in." He sighed, "They won't get a response anyway. Some people foolishly think that it is also an oracle, meaning that God expects them to save themselves..."
"Does he know the Keeper's secret?" Hitzfeld asked.
"No." The doctor shook his head.
"He knows a little bit about the supernatural world and that I am one of them, but he just thinks that I don't get along with most of the supernaturals and that I am the most unpopular and dangerous character."
"I thought you kept to yourself."
“No one can be alone.”
He was shaking his head again.
“You always have to interact with people and create stories in the process…”
"I don't like Laurel's subsequent behavior, especially living in that manor, so I need to organize my own helpers, even if the help they provide me is actually very limited."
"Elmons." Hitzfeld chewed on the name. "What happened to him?"
"died."
The doctor's voice was very soft.
"Besides him, there were also Rafi and Brende... They were all eaten the moment that thing descended. Not even a fragment of their dream was left."
"But they are mortal..."
“They are not mortal.”
The doctor shook his head: "No..."
"They know a little bit, maybe they secretly guessed more, but that accumulation is not enough for them to cross the line and be mysteriously inspired, but they have been marked, and they have been targeted for a long time."
"You weren't able to save them in time."
Hitzfeld saw his cloak fluttering in the wind, but what he was thinking was, "You have said so many sentences from famous books, it seems that you enjoy being alone."
"I once started a journey at 3 o'clock, and it ended here at 12 o'clock."
The Doctor suddenly turned around and looked at her.
"It's just that no one helped me share the mystery this time. I couldn't eat that much, and they succeeded at this very moment."
Hitzfeld bent down slightly and stared at his toes, muttering, "I'm sorry to remind you of this..."
"But that's what nightmares are about."
The Doctor interrupted her.
"Have you ever thought about how we can fight those things?"
"Yes - they are evil, disgusting, and gushing with blood. Their appearance is totally inconsistent with our aesthetics. Each one of them is indescribable, but you cannot deny that they are great. Their bodies are fleets, their thoughts are civilization, and they are far ahead of us... The strong have the right to eat the weak."
"Compared to them, humans seem so weak. The gap is almost infinite. But why can someone really do it?"
“You are teaching me…”
Hitzfeld stared at him in a daze.
"Are you concerned about me?"
