A wooden sign was hung at the entrance of Solace Harbor's most popular clinic in recent times, breaking up the long queue in the early morning into a noisy crowd.
"Yes, yes, the doctor is not feeling well today. Please come back." The man with a hammer hanging on his waist pushed the crowd away forcefully, but the deliberately suppressed volume could not reach the entire crowd. The nails under his robe
It also lacks a deterrent effect on this group of sea madmen.
He began to be glad that after receiving the bonus, he did not spend it on meaningless consumption like the sailors. Instead, he purchased some lighter armor, including buckle-fixed breastplates and arm guards, which were often used for those who needed protection but
A mercenary group that needs to be easily carried.
The starting point was to learn practical lessons, but the first time it worked, it helped him gain an advantage in physical collisions.
In fact, had it not been for the attitude of the clinic owner, the situation would have gotten out of control long ago. The commotion of the treatment group is mainly sailors, and their stay here is limited. The next visit may be several months away, which is unacceptable to them.
of.
It is difficult to confirm how the news spread. It was probably the legendary captain William the Bearded who found the treasure in the southern hills. He promoted his friend's new clinic while recruiting people.
In Solace Harbor, the dissemination of news presents two extremes. The uninteresting content stops at the place where it is generated. Even if there is no barrier of half a curtain, you cannot step out of the room; and once you have a suitable port, you can cater to
The hard needs that the public is most concerned about will become very penetrating.
Certain worm-like rumors crawled between cups, plates and beds, burrowed through wooden partitions and window frames, burrowed through stone and brick walls, and spread from house to house on streets decorated with inferior glass.
In the end, these casual talks were put on the table, and they tended to become the successor to the treasure hunt incident.
Many guys who used their wounds to show off their tough guy qualities were exposed within a few days, and it was pointed out that they had visited the same rumored clinic.
Those who received the news and had the idea of taking a chance gathered at the door of a ridiculously clean shop on the edge of the city and became witnesses or witnesses, as well as spreaders of the news.
[People who take away diseases in their sleep]
There is no longer any comfort in jokes like Hong Kong’s fastest surgeon and second fastest surgeon. Barbers, times have changed!
Hearsayers are happy to ask the patients about it, and those who have experienced it have repeatedly answered them: Yes, it is exactly the same as the rumors, or even better.
It meets all the fantasies of high-end places: an environment as clean as a church floor, first-class white glassware, waste of expensive spirits to cleanse the skin, unclear and serious illness notifications, and a process full of rituals, and in the end, you can still get something
An incomprehensible piece of paper certificate to go back and brag about.
And the most important point - the price is within the acceptable range. The cost of treatment is set at a higher level than peers, but not so high that it is unaffordable.
There is no need to go into details about how Kraft reduces costs. The core technology of pharmaceutical consumables is all in hand. The supplier of glass equipment is an old acquaintance, Witcham. The labor cost is basically paid by himself. The only metal equipment may be from the blacksmith shop.
It is built inside, and the house is bought with money.
Maybe this is the reason for Kupu's current difficult situation. He tried his best to block the waves of people. Those who explained clearly inside could not get out, and those who didn't hear outside couldn't get in. He got a feel for the work at the front desk of the hospital in advance.
experience.
If Yin Feng had not foresighted to order Yin Feng to lock the door inside, he would have been squeezed into the clinic by the crowd with the door shut.
This was a completely unexpected incident, and he couldn't even explain the reason to the patient who made an appointment yesterday, because he himself couldn't understand what caused the scene he saw last night.
While the outside world is spreading rumors about the miracle doctor's deeds of "removing pain in dreams", only a few people who are most familiar with the "miracle doctor" know that this legendary figure in Solace Harbor is being troubled by dreams.
It seems that there is some corresponding price, and the person who will be given the ability to sleep has already lost sleep for a long time.
At first, Coop noticed that he was glowing with extraordinary energy. The blade and pen tip were running alternately in his hand, and the ink and blood merged. Kraft resumed the habit of staying with the manuscript late at night in the academy.
In addition to the endless work, the most relevant thing for the subordinates is the increased academic burden. Kraft can actually find time to supervise them to speed up their learning process, and tries to get the two of them to watch content that is obviously a bit advanced, such as the latest
anesthetic procedures.
But soon some tendencies that made him uneasy were revealed. These things had already been revealed, from the conversations on the ship about the connection between past experiences and dreams, to the instructions not to come near and disturb him during his sleep.
Although Kraft was still meticulously executing his exquisite, ritualistic process during the day, the repeated and increasingly frequent erasures in the manuscript showed that he was not as good as he said.
Not to mention that the sudden noise in the master bedroom next door late at night was definitely not caused by rats that were not chased away when we moved in.
When Kraft moved out of the master bedroom and announced to them that he would rest in a room on the first floor for convenience, even Yin Feng, who had slept well at night and had no chance to hear the strange noises, noticed something strange.
But no one here would question anything. The two of them only knew that Kraft rolled up the quilt and slept in a small corner room on the first floor further away, and had a habit of locking the door.
And those late-night noises also disappeared from the next door as Kraft moved, like a pack of rats migrating, and instead haunted the shadows under the stairs. Coop looked worriedly at the source of the sound several times, but there was no light there.
His pacing caused his outstretched feet to retract.
The salty and cold sea breeze at night could not wake up his drowsy consciousness and eyes. Kupu vaguely felt that the darkness in the corridor had a sense of layering similar to that at night in the southern hills, like a body of water that was not too clear, blocking his sight, making it visible in the thin moonlight.
The scene on the first floor is unclear.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He is not sure whether it is the night blindness that Kraft mentioned, or some non-visual reasons. This feeling is interrupted by another sudden woodenness.
The noise of furniture hitting and shifting was interrupted, and then the sound of pacing in the dark continued all night long.
No matter what Kraft was doing, it wasn't to relax when he was tired from writing a manuscript.
Kraft noticed the decline in his work status during the day and apologized for the disturbance at night, but still had no intention of explaining more. And Kupp knew that what made him restless and sleepless was not the dispensable noise reduction through the door panels and walls.
The sound is a certain... atmosphere behind it that can only be felt intuitively.
Kupu tried to communicate with Yin Feng, who was addicted to the new course. The girl had no sympathy with this at all. She just felt that giving up the big bedroom did not bring convenience, and it was just a superficial reason that was not a reason.
Because Kraft's academic narrative style is deeply rooted in people's hearts, this behavior of explaining for the sake of explaining does not make the behavior reasonable.
He hesitated whether to ask about this matter, whether it was necessary to ask, and in what capacity and position, was it just to solve doubts about issues that he didn't need to know?
The tangled thoughts finally came to an end.
Last night, during another sleepless moment, Coop heard the familiar and unaccustomed sound of activity downstairs, but this time it was particularly short...and intense.
He heard the breath that seemed to come from another world blasting in his ears, like a body of dark water breaking through a weak dam and gushing out at the foot of a wall.
Without caring about anything else, Kupp jumped up from the bed and came to the stairs. On the first floor, where the doors and windows were locked, extensive and counterintuitive changes in objects and images were taking place in the dark and unclear space. One layer was specious and the other was like a ghost, and the layers seemed to be melting.
The grease coats things.
He rubbed his groggy eyes with his fingers, trying to refocus them, but the hallucinatory phenomenon did not disappear, but intensified.
The consciousness had to admit that this was what happened in reality. Centered on the room at the edge of the first floor, the scene in a small area had varying degrees of edge blurring and shifting.
It looks like two pieces of drawing paper have been forcibly joined together, with the handwriting of the latter piece imprinted on the previous one. The extra blurred strokes make the originally identifiable content complicated and unfamiliar.
Some kind of force that he couldn't understand was driving this process, bringing another damp, dark, noble level closer to the present world. The similar but different contents of the two oil paintings were interpenetrating into each other in an amorphous manner.
The object was subjected to chaotic forces in the unstable interlacing, like a semi-solid slurry lake in a storm being pulled out of an extended deformation like sharp stalactites.
This force is uneven and spreads out from a certain center point in an explosive manner. Regardless of utensils, tables, chairs, or walls, asynchronous transformation causes various parts of the object to be in different states. They are the living things that are poured into the bowl.
The eggs, stirred wildly and evenly, gradually fell apart and collapsed.
Coop watched with his own eyes as the gaps in the wall were swallowed up by undulating folds, the long neck of the glass container twisted like a living snake, the wooden door near the center swelled and shrank like a curtain in the windless storm, and the metal door handle dissolved into
The wood grain elongates into a copper-colored hairspring.
The indescribable scene released the aura he was familiar with, the white light creeping things, the floating surfaces on the mountain road and the crotch-shaped shell monster, bringing the unique eerie atmosphere of another world.
The scar on the back of his waist ached faintly, which reminded him of how the dagger appeared behind him accompanied by this aura. When this phenomenon was magnified countless times and appeared before his eyes, he could understand the principle without studying or explaining it -
—Quickly immerse yourself in another world and then return to this world again.
Now, everything witnessed by the eyes is exactly the same speed, but different.
All the terrifying scenes happened within a few seconds and subsided quickly. Coop was mentally prepared and bravely pushed open the twisted wooden door. The brittle metal wires and curly whisker-shaped stones made the pain in his shoulders worse.
At the center of the accident, all man-made objects could no longer distinguish their original shapes. They were drawn into a solidified vortex, fused and penetrated with each other. Under the moonlight shining through the broken window, they showed extremely rich, complex and disturbing patterns like the diffraction of oil films on sewage.
Colors that people viscerally reject.
A potted plant on the window sill that was transplanted the day before yesterday to improve the environment. The roots are still rooted in a half-elliptical flower pot. The stem fibers are woven into the wooden frame and spiral rocks. The strange-shaped leaves that shimmer with transparent glass fragments have never been known to come from.
Chaos ripples up and down.
I simply can't imagine what would happen if a person was involved in it. It would be a blessing to die like this, rather than seeing the body being disrupted, but still seeming to have some kind of life like this plant.
At the center of the chaos and distortion, he saw a solid figure.
The figure still maintained its human form, and the spirit that controlled the body seemed to have temporarily exhausted all its strength, causing the movements to stay on alert. The moment when the left hand was free to grab something in the sleeve.
This gave Kupp some peace of mind. It wasn't the worst situation. No matter what happened, at least Kraft was not affected.
He approached in small steps, circling the twisted matter in the sky, trying to move Kraft from inside to a safe area, away from the chaotic vortex with many horns and thorns.
A murmur sounded in his ears, and after careful identification, Coop finally heard the few words that came from Kraft's mouth:
"I see……"
After tossing and turning, in a nightmare where it was difficult to distinguish reality from reality, Kraft finally realized the part that his own thinking could explain.
Those dreams, the deep existence forced in the limited space, the limited space that is difficult to escape in the three-dimensional space, and the dim situation where vision is inconvenient, all force the subconscious to use means that are not available in the current world.
Extraordinary memory, spiritual senses, and level travel are solidified into conscious cognition and neural conditioned reflexes through repeated use, transforming "not-self" into "me".
The scars from the Facetaker were not the cause but the trigger, adding to the accumulation of deep gifts with each embrace and deepening the connection.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The spirit has long been transformed, and the subjective consciousness has given tacit approval to the use of new senses. Of course, it will not think that a little scratch from the deep "similar" is a "non-self" that needs to be cleaned and disinfected. This
This is the essence of what is called "forgetting".
The speed of sinking and rising is accelerating, but it always requires a stable environment and activation time, and it will never be able to catch up with the freedom of movement of real deep creatures, and it is not even as good as the level of most of the weird people who have transformed.
The ability to disappear in front of someone and flash behind the scenes as described by Kupp would take Kraft ten times more time to achieve step by step.
The mingling of the increasingly in-depth connection between the spirit and the physical body, which is entirely a creation of this world, speeds up the process. The more frequently nightmares induce the use of deep-related abilities, the deeper the connection becomes, which in turn promotes the spirit to produce more nightmares.
A vicious cycle, or for those changes in the psyche, a positive cycle back to where it came from.
But if that's all it is, it's a dead end.
Assume that the movements of those deep creatures are fish jumping out of the water and returning to the water, and the two are closely connected. Then the current situation is a failed dive of land creatures, without posture control, and the speed of the approach between the layers is stretched to the limit, with water splashing everywhere.
,a mess.
A wrong level transfer, which seemed to be to avoid the cave builder in the dream, the subconscious mind mobilized all the energy to try to realize the shuttle like the deep creatures.
The human body was holding back its hind legs, and it could not reach the limit of its endurance. All the uncontrollable "remaining energy" turned into a spreading "splash", causing some kind of confusion between levels, which almost rolled the body.
into it.
Kraft tried to move his body, but his exhausted spirit did not support him, and the weak twitching of his muscles only made him lose his balance.
Coop hurriedly reached out and held his stiff left arm, and they both let out a cry of pain at the same time.
"What is this?" The subordinate, who had extensive experience in injuries, reflexively let go in pain, but quickly reacted and grabbed it again.
What stung the palm were a few pieces of dull stone that had never been seen before. They were probably embedded in Kraft's left arm during the confusion just now, and blood dripped down the fingers that were fixed in a virtual grip.
The question went unanswered. He helped Kraft sit by the bed. After a long silence, the latter suddenly started talking about something that sounded unrelated.
"I have heard such a story." Kraft pinched a piece of stone and tried to pull it out, but failed. "A man woke up alone in a strange place. There was a tall tower there, a tall black
tower."
"Do you need some bandages or warm water?" Coop wanted to persuade him to calm down for a while, but Craft didn't look like he would be persuaded.
"In despairing loneliness, along the narrow path with only room for one foot, he climbed up the high tower without steps." Kraft continued to tell the story in a sinister tone, as if just to satisfy himself.
Expressing desire is like a sacrifice conveying some kind of fable beside a fire.
"He climbed to the top of the tower, pushed aside the stone slabs blocking the way, and saw the moonlight...and the endless familiar wilderness under the moonlight."
"Stepping onto the ancient road buried in weeds, crossing the river, and seeing the remains of the stone bridge, he felt like he had seen it before."
"Finally, he walked into a familiar yet unfamiliar castle and joined a brightly lit banquet. The guests screamed in the most terrifying way, fainted in fear, or fled in all directions."
"The culprit stood in an archway in front of him. His grotesque and abominable appearance was anything but human."
"Did he escape?" Coop felt the cold air that could not be blocked by thick clothes.
"No, he walked to the arch and stretched out his finger, and the monster also stretched out its bone claws to touch him. At that moment, memories came like an avalanche, and the truth that could destroy everything defeated him."
"That is……"
【a mirror】
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Two days later, the Legend Clinic in Solace Harbor opened as usual. However, there was an extra curtain covering the other half of the main hall. The beloved doctor seemed to have some difficulty with his left hand, which confirmed the previous statement that he was feeling unwell.