Deep Sea Embers

Heidi followed the staff in dark blue uniforms, walked towards another ward inside the medical facility, and at the same time listened to the other party explaining the situation to herself along the way—

"The 'patient' woke up first and found you passed out beside the hospital bed. She ran to the corridor for help, and we didn't know that something happened in the ward...

"Because you ordered before, we first asked the guards of the church and the resident pastor to check the situation around the ward, but there was no sign of supernatural power pollution, only you have been sleeping and not waking up...we moved you to a place closer to the ward. In the church ward...

"The elf girl is still in the facility. She is in a good state of mind, but she can't seem to remember what happened in her dream, and she can't explain why she suddenly fell into a coma. We let her stay for a while, maybe you I have something to ask her.

"Her family is also here, what can you ask..."

The staff member stopped suddenly, with some hesitation on his face, he turned to look at Heidi: "Sorry, I forgot that you just woke up from a deep sleep, you need to rest now..."

"I don't need to rest, I've slept long enough," Heidi waved her hand, but she couldn't help sweeping her eyes over the other person's face, but fortunately, she quickly controlled herself Then he asked casually, "Before you came in, was there any strange movement in my room?"

"Strange movement?" The staff member frowned and thought about it, then shook his head, "No. Did something happen?"

An uninvited guest invaded the ward through a rift in the timeline—and then left with a lot of chatter.

Heidi recalled what had just happened in her mind, but she quickly shook her head and said calmly, "No, I just asked to make sure if anything unusual happened in the room during my deep sleep."

The "staff" in front of him is just an ordinary person in charge of docking, and the nagging final missionary feels too weird to Heidi. Out of prudence, it's best not to mention the matter about that "preacher" to the ears of ordinary people.

After returning, you should report directly to the church, or the central cathedral of the city-state.

Maybe he should also tell his father, and that... Captain Duncan?

Various thoughts were spinning in Heidi's mind, some of which even made her feel a little horrified, and with these ups and downs of thoughts, she had been brought to the end of the corridor.

The staff responsible for leading the way made some handovers and then left silently. Heidi took a deep breath in front of the ward, quickly sorted out her state and expression, and then stretched out her hand to push open the door.

In the clean and bright ward, the elf girl who had fallen asleep before was sitting quietly on the bed, leaning on the quilt and pillow behind her, holding a book in her hand and reading carefully, while a chubby and kind old elf woman The man was sitting on the edge of the bed, peeling an apple seriously.

When Heidi walked into the room, the elf girl immediately raised her head, and then a bright smile appeared on her face: "Ah! Miss Doctor! Are you awake?"

"I'll take a look at your situation," Heidi smiled back, and nodded to the kind-looking old elf woman as she walked towards the hospital bed. "Hello, are you..."

"She is my grandmother!" The elf girl on the hospital bed hurriedly said.

The old woman looked at her granddaughter helplessly, then turned to Heidi with a smile and said, "This child is a bit familiar... Thank you very much for your help to Flotie, Miss Heidi."

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Heidi's face: "I don't feel like I've been of much help. My 'doctor' has fallen into a deep sleep."

"But I heard from the staff here that you fell into a deep sleep to wake Flotie from a nightmare," the old woman handed the freshly peeled apple to Heidi with a warm and sincere attitude It didn't seem like a polite gesture at all," and Flotie also said that she felt someone protecting her in her sleep—when the danger approached, there were continuous gunshots to dispel her fear."

Continuous gunfire? Approaching danger? It refers to the Annihilation Cultist who tried to rely on the "Hint Entrance" he opened to get close to the hospital bed when the dream came back?

Heidi had a momentary guess in her mind. She expressed her gratitude for the apple handed over by the old woman, and then sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, looking at the elf girl named Flotie seriously: "Are you Fu Luodi?" Lottie, right? Do you remember how you fell asleep?"

"I remember... I was reading a book at home," Flotie frowned and thought for a while, "Before the sun went out, my grandmother told me that the streets were dangerous, so I stayed in my room, and then the sun came back on, I was really bored, so I looked for a book to read—after all, the sun was already lit, but for some reason, I suddenly felt sleepy after reading it for a while, and fell asleep..."

"Reading?"

Heidi murmured, and glanced at the book that Flotie was holding in her hand just now. On the lavender cover, a string of gorgeous letters came into her eyes——"The Crystal Garden of the Dreamless Prince"

"Let me tell you, she reads these messy books," the chubby elf old lady muttered beside her, "full of unreliable fantasies, she will be polluted sooner or later when she reads these things, everyone God will not protect the relationship between two men..."

Flotie immediately corrected dissatisfiedly: "It's not two, it's several!"

Heidi shook her head at the old woman: "Don't worry, it's not caused by the content of this book."

As soon as she finished speaking, Flotie showed a look of surprise: "Sister Doctor, you also read this?!"

Heidi: "..."

Relying on the exquisite skills she has practiced for many years, the psychiatrist ignored the momentary differences in the expressions of Flotie and her grandmother, but looked at the elf girl with a serious face: "In short, you did not try to observe it when the sun went out. the surface, and did not look into the sky?"

"Of course, who would dare?" Flotty stuck out her tongue immediately, "Which sane person would dare to look around when the sun goes out?"

Heidi was expressionless, and then asked, "Do you remember what happened during your deep sleep? A little impression is fine—except for the 'gunshot', which I know."

"...Except for the few gunshots, I really only have a little impression of it," Flotie recalled seriously, and said uncertainly, "I just remember lying in the dark all the time, feeling drowsy. I can't see my surroundings clearly, and I can't hear the sound clearly, and there are many, many shadows in the darkness, like other people, standing around me..."

Heidi's expression immediately became serious: "Many, many shadows?"

...

In the depths of the boundless sea, in a city-state far away from Purland and Qingfeng Harbor, a figure in a thick black coat hurriedly flashed into an alley.

This figure was in a hurry, staggering slightly, as if he was in a panic. He avoided the prying eyes that might exist at the entrance of the alley, and got into one branch after another. After drilling for a long time, he finally stepped into a room.

At this moment, it was approaching dusk, and the afterglow of the sun was quietly fading from the city. Before the gas lamps on the street were turned on, the darkness had already fallen one step earlier, and gradually submerged the houses in the city-state.

There was the sound of a match being struck, and the oil lamp in the house was lit.

The man threw his thick black coat on the armrest of the sofa, went to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of spirits and filled a glass for himself, took it to the sofa and sat down, drank half of the glass in one gulp, and then was brought by the oil lamp. He let out a long sigh of relief amidst the slight sense of security.

The strong alcohol stimulated the taste buds and nerves, and relieved the horrifying pressure that seemed to be entangled in the tarsal bones. He once again felt that courage and vitality returned to this body, and his somewhat cold hands and feet warmed up again.

The slight sound of chain friction came into the ears. Behind the man, a pitch-black chain slowly emerged from the air. One end of the chain was connected to his body, and the other end bound a floating in mid-air, as if made of smoke and dust. Condensed jellyfish.

This chaotic and ignorant demon appeared, unconsciously expanding and shrinking in mid-air, sending a signal of restlessness to the man.

"I know, I know, we almost got into big trouble," the man muttered a little irritably, he knew that the deep demon has no heart, and he can't understand human language, but after living with the demon for many years, he no longer I consciously developed the habit of talking to my deep demon, as if this dangerous cloud of dust was really my trustworthy family and friends, "Who knows how that cursed captain suddenly appeared...Damn it, this What does it have to do with him..."

He put down the wine glass in his hand, leaned on the sofa and raised his head, his eyes were unfocused looking at the roof, and his tone was aggrieved.

"Those mentally handicapped sun residues are useless, even the 'witch' can't deal with it... Well, the believers at the bottom are all mentally retarded, and those called 'messenger' are just a group of brainless residues, The so-called heirs of the sun are just puppets who can't think... Those sun believers, from top to bottom, couldn't find a few with complete intelligence, and they were almost killed by them..."

He muttered, got up and picked up the wine glass, and took two more sips, feeling his heartbeat gradually calm down, then turned his head and glanced at his symbiotic demon.

"Be quiet, we're safe, we'll find other opportunities later, and if those nagging preachers are right, there will be more elves affected by the 'primordial defect' soon, and we'll always have There is a chance to find someone who entered that dream again..."

He stopped suddenly.

The soot jellyfish was constantly expanding and shrinking in the air, sending increasingly disturbing signals to its symbiote, and the man seemed to gradually feel something—his dull spiritual intuition finally began to warn, and after a round of strong In a round of fear, his perception finally broke through the self-protection in his subconscious, and he began to notice... that gaze that was close at hand.

With a "gurgle", the man swallowed, his eyes gradually turned downward.

He looked at the wine glass in his hand.

The remaining liquor swayed slightly in the cup, reflecting the flickering light of the oil lamp, and under the strange green light, a gloomy and majestic face was reflected in the cup, watching him calmly.

"Go on," he heard the unreal voice echoing in his head, as if it were his own thoughts, "I like people who are used to talking to themselves."