Chapter 3392 The Magical Doctor (Thirty-Six)
After throwing the wrench, Stark realized what he was hit. He suddenly shrank his hand back, looked at the clinic that had completely changed, and smiled embarrassedly and said, "Sorry, I'm just coming out to see. You guys continue..."
After saying that, he crawled back into the passage without looking back, pretending not to see Schiller's rolling eyes.
Strangely, Stark is actually afraid of ghosts. As one of the best scientists in the world, and even one of the few Iron Man in the multiverse who is proficient in magic, he is afraid of ghosts.
And Schiller knew that he was particularly afraid of killing. This sudden fright would make him use all his life's swearing, and then furiously destroy everything in his sight.
But he was still unwilling to admit that he was afraid of ghosts. Peter was playing horror games there, and he insisted on coming over to watch. Before Peter was doing well, he was scared and jumped three feet high.
Schiller put his eyes back to the mummy, thought for a while and said, "I believe you can see that I am not afraid of you. Using these special effects has no other meaning than wasting your own energy. It is better to do this. Light up the lights and make some midnight snacks, let's have a good talk."
The charred figure stood still. Schiller heard the ethereal voice of a little girl: "Do you know what they did to me?"
"I can probably guess." Schiller nodded and said, "The people who wrote the script have no imagination about the degree of human cruelty. I guess they should be based on a classic horror game, setting you a miserable background. But it's nothing more than various physical tortures, and then burning you to death."
"Why don't you feel angry?"
Schiller sighed softly and said, "I express very regrets about your experience. If I lived in your era, I might have chosen to save you. But it has been so long since the incident has nothing to do with me. Why do you care about my opinion?"
"Why don't you feel angry and fear about their evil deeds?"
"Well, if you insist, I can only say it in another way." Schiller stood up, walked outside the counter, and said to the charred corpse: "From your dream, we can tell that you are a witch. I don't know much about witches, but as far as I know, you are magic."
"Witches in childhood may not be that strong, but they are definitely stronger than humans when they were young. There may not be adults, but in one-on-one situations, they will definitely have more initiative than human children."
"At that time, you might be unhappy, believe their lies, be deceived into a trap and get caught. But they didn't kill you as soon as you caught you. Why don't you try to resist during this time?"
"I know you want to say that they may also have special powers, and you really can't break free from their control. Have you tried verbal negotiations? Or at least figure out what they are going to do?"
"Okay, even if you were too young at that time, you didn't know anything. So many years have passed, your age should be older than everyone in the hospital. Why is there no useful information in the dream you present?"
"Over the years, have you found out the real reason for your murder in addition to using this meaningless way to retaliate against others? Have you ever considered a deeper reason? Have you ever tried to use your ability to show your dreams to truly change the minds of most people and save more people like you?"
"Take a step back, even if you just want to vent your anger and resentment, have you never thought about optimizing the broadcast for so many years?"
"I admit that it really hurts to pull teeth and nails, or to cut the tongue. But have you ever considered that there may be many people in this world who have experienced much more painful things than this, and that this level of physical pain can't affect them at all."
"Or, people in this world are extremely vulnerable and are all defeated by this pain. Are we the first exception you have encountered?"
"I think maybe it's not? Otherwise, how could there be two dreams?"
After Schiller said that, the evil spirit seemed to be surprisingly angry. All the furniture in the clinic was floating, as if he wanted to smash towards Schiller.
"I advise you to think clearly. I can go back to the operating room at any time now. It is not entirely your territory. I believe that other existences in the hospital will be more willing to talk to me about the conditions."
Schiller was very sure. Because in his opinion, the content of the dream has fully reflected the level of this little girl's evil spirit, but it is not very good. The dream neither tells the cause and effect nor does it make any emotional renderings. Just put a straightforward memory on it, and there are really limited people who can impress.
It was precisely because of working in the hospital that Schiller realized that humans are actually very strong tolerant of pain. He thought that those who were not tolerant of pain actually had no major surgery. Every year, I don’t know how many people have fractures or have large open wounds, so the anesthetics will be effective after the surgery. After the medicine is effective, the effect of painkillers is very limited, and I have never heard of them all in pain or insane.
The fundamental reason is that the human brain has safety restrictions. Once the pain exceeds the threshold, it will be blocked directly. If it really cannot be blocked, it will be turned off.
Humans' desire to survive is super strong. Once the pressure of survival is full, they will directly transform from sub-healthy modern people into terrifying erectus apes. As long as they can survive, there is no pain that cannot survive.
Therefore, the scary efficiency of this kind of reproducible movie is the lowest. It is better to engage in a chase battle or simply have a few shocks. If you do it a few more times, you can make people feel nervous.
Combined with the fact that the little girl was a witch, but she was killed without any resistance. You can know that she should not be a very powerful existence.
"You can't help them!" the evil spirit screamed, "They are mean evil people, they should go to hell!"
"Okay, okay, calm down first, Miss. Let's not mention the past, just talk about the present. Can you tell me what's going on in this hospital?"
"I'll tell you." Another voice appeared in the room. Schiller turned his head and saw a black shadow standing there in the crack of the door that had just been opened.
A little boy walked out. But the difference was that he looked no wound on his body, and a faint light emitting all over his body, which looked more like a ghost than the mummy just now.
"I'm Henry, I'm glad to meet you, Doctor."
Schiller's originally gentle eyes slowly cooled down, but he covered up his changes well and pretended to be a little surprised: "I'm glad to know you, Henry. Who are you? Why are you here?"
"I'm also a victim of this hospital," Henry said. "About 60 years ago, I was a child of a businessman's family in Moshu Town. After the plague broke out in the town, I was infected and sent to the hospital, but I couldn't walk out of the operating room alive and became a ghost wandering here."
Schiller made a clear expression, then pretended to be curious and asked, "Do you know the secret of this hospital?"
"It's no secret," Henry said. "Many years ago, there was no town here, only a small village isolated from the world. But in just a few decades, more than a dozen famous masters emerged here, so they are also called the "Hometown of the Mages". The name of "Demonshu Town" also evolved from this term."
"So many mages come from the same place, which naturally attracted the attention of the big shots. They sent people to this village to investigate if there were any unique conditions here, but only found an amazing bloody case."
"There is an extremely dangerous magic energy head underground in the village. In that era, this thing was absolutely impossible to be developed. Even anyone who dared to get close would be killed by magic power."
"However, the villagers discovered that there was a descendant of a cursed witch who was born with a demon-protective constitution, who could travel to and from the demon energy head and even absorb the power in it into their bodies."
"So they grabbed her and controlled her, using her as a carrier for transporting magic energy, allowing her to inject magic energy into her body. They then drank her blood, let the magic power transform itself, gain the ability to use magic energy, and become famous masters far and wide."
"After draining the magic energy, they killed the little girl in an evil way, squeezed out the last trace of her value, and trapped her here forever, preventing her from taking revenge on them."
After listening to this story, Schiller nodded and said, "As expected, how did you know this?"
"I am not like her, I can only be trapped here. I can move around some places in the town and naturally I can investigate some things."
"What is your relationship with Dr. Foster?"
"It was him who killed me," Henry said. "It was not a treatment mistake or something, but he followed the orders of the evil spirits and tortured me to death, which led to me becoming a ghost."
What Henry said was similar to what Schiller saw in his dream. Because he played the role at that time, and the mask that tortured him, which was indeed Dr. Foster's face was revealed after the mask of the bird beak that tortured him fell.
"A wonderful story." Another voice sounded. Schiller turned his head and found that arrogance had appeared in front of the passage at some point, and then slowly walked over in front of Henry and sat on the chair in front of the window.
Schiller knew he didn't have to speak anymore, because soon there would be another sad ghost in the room.
"So, Mr. Henry." said arrogantly, "Can you tell me who Martha is?"
"It's Batman's fucking." Schiller almost blurted out, but he knew that more than one person's mother in this world was Martha.
"She is my mother." Henry replied without changing his face.
"Do you love her?"
"certainly."
"Then why did she die in the fire?"
"It was an accident." Henry showed a sad expression. He said, "There was a fire in my house. I was carried out by my dad, but she thought I didn't come out and went back to find me, but she was burned to death in the house."
"When is it when she dies?"
"……What?"
"When was your mother burned to death?" said arrogantly looking into Henry's eyes, "To be precise, when did she burn to death by you?"
Chapter completed!