Feeling the increasingly intense pain coming from his left eye, Hitzfeld glanced at the corridor with some regret.
Because she was not sure whether this opportunity to waive the cost was a one-time thing, she was still thinking about whether she should stay here a little longer and eat a few more memory fruits.
But now it is obviously not allowed.
"Go back first."
She made a sound as small as a mosquito.
"Wake up and talk."
Chapter 47 Awakening
Consciousness is sinking.
Keep sinking.
The power of the Desire Ring made him drowsy. Hitzfeld turned his head with great effort to look at the gray fog. He could vaguely see a huge outline in it.
It's moving.
Sliding in the gray fog.
Sticky.
Icy.
Rigid.
ruthless.
"Hitzfeld..."
"Ok!"
Hitzfeld opened his eyes suddenly, turned over and sat up in bed, and bumped into something.
"Ouch!" A cry of surprise came from the side.
Hitzfeld could no longer care about anything else. She only felt a piercing pain spreading from her forehead to her nerves and brain. She was forced to lie on the bed with her head in her arms, gritting her teeth to avoid crying out in pain.
But the other person, Lu Xier, who was hit by her, was not so restrained. She let out a moan that could make anyone feel seductive after hearing it, and her soft body lying on the ground twisted back and forth.
"..." After finally recovering from the torture of negative states such as headaches and dizziness, Hitzfeld saw this scene when he turned his head.
"You are... that perverted nurse!"
Lu Xier's voice and hair are still very recognizable. Most importantly, Hitzfeld has never seen a nurse more relaxed than her.
Even though she had only seen a few nurses in her two lifetimes.
"Aisun Hitzfeld~~~" Lu Hilton rolled over and got up, pinched both cheeks of the girl and pulled hard, "How are you talking to your nurse sister? Huh? Do you know that you can survive thanks to me? Not only did you not thank me, but you even hit me with your head! And you said that I, who am smart, beautiful and capable, am a pervert!?"
Otherwise, I don't believe any normal nurse would mess with other people's soles for nothing. I also don't believe any normal nurse would shamelessly twist and turn on the ground and make that kind of noise.
"Respect yourself, Miss Lushel." She took the nurse's hands and pulled them away.
I felt a tingling sensation on my arm, and when I took a look, I saw a needle.
Oh... No wonder she said that. It seems that the local defense forces in Nanxinze discovered that Xia and I were abnormal. Lu Xier must have been transferred from the capital to support us and arrived just in time...
As he thought about it, Hitzfeld's fair cheeks began to turn red.
It is not just an ordinary red. It is even more gorgeous than the most spectacular sunset clouds. It is brilliant red, red as blood.
Because from the needle connected to the IV, she thought of some other things about physiological needs. Following this line of thought, she moved her body and suddenly felt something inserted below, and was giving her a strong touch.
This, this, this, this...
She stared, almost losing the ability to think.
No, it doesn't make sense. I was in a coma for two days. For any medical staff, inserting this tube is a normal operation. I shouldn't think too much about it.
But this kind of thing, this kind of thing——
I wasn't mentally prepared to accept it at all!
Hitzfeld could almost hear another self roaring in shame and anger inside his heart.
"What's the matter?" Lu Xi'er was a little confused when he saw her like this, until he followed her line of sight and saw the transparent tube extending from the bedding and connected to a copper basin at the end, then he suddenly realized.
"Oh, are you shy? Don't worry, I'll be very gentle when I do it... You don't want to pee all over the bed, do you? Or do you want me to hold you and take care of it myself?"
"Can you please step out for a moment, nurse?" Hitzfeld quickly regained his composure. "I think I can handle it myself."
As Lushel drove her away with accusations of being "ungrateful", "stingy", and "shy", Hitzfeld took a breath, suppressed the discomfort and shame, and tore off the things that did not belong to her.
She was wearing a loose shirt, and underneath...her legs were bare except for her underwear.
Put your feet into the slippers and stand up to steady yourself.
I still feel a little dizzy, but it shouldn't be a big problem.
It wasn't because there was something wrong with my body, but because I had been relying on intravenous drips to absorb nutrients for two days, and my stomach was empty and I felt uncomfortable.
"I forgot to ask her how Xia was doing."
Glancing at the door, Hitzfeld slowly shook his head, then looked at the clock and saw that it was already 10 .
The time they choose to wake up should be between 6 and 6:30.
Does this mean that I wandered in the dream for more than three hours before waking up?
Is it because of my poor health or some other reason?
Because he was anxious to know the situation, Hitzfeld forced himself to change his clothes despite his hunger.
The clothes were her own, a pair of thick white silk stockings, a brand new shirt, and a long dress. All were folded and placed at the head of the bed.
Putting on a pair of brown leather shoes, Hitzfeld steadied his steps, opened the door, and saw a black-haired woman in conventional clothes leaning against the wall.
The so-called regular outfit naturally includes a black windbreaker, canvas shorts, black stockings and high boots.
Only her black hair was not tied into a ponytail as usual. She must have just washed it, and it reflected light when it was shaken.
"Hitzfeld!"
Seeing her come out, Xia Yibing was cheered up.
Hitzfeld frowned slightly.
When she saw Xia Yibing, she suddenly had a strange idea.
summer……
She wouldn't be fooled by that perverted nurse...
Damn, what was I thinking?
"Hitzfeld?"
Xia Yibing tilted her head, not quite understanding why her face started to turn red.
But now was obviously not the time to dwell on these details. She picked up an oil-paper bag from a table in the hallway, stuffed it into the girl's hand, and pulled her downstairs.
"You just woke up, so your stomach must be very empty. This is the honey cake I bought from the Queen Bee. Just make do with it and drink some milk later. I'll take you to eat meat in the evening when you've recovered a little better."
"Did something happen?"
Hitzfeld didn't act pretentiously. He squeezed out a piece of cake and took a bite.
From Xia Yibing's anxious attitude, she keenly realized that something seemed to have happened.
"That Casimir... do you still remember him?"
"remember."
A face that deserves a beating automatically appears in my mind.
"When we entered the dream world to investigate, he and Knight Carl also made important discoveries in reality."
Xia Yibing took a breath.
"They used Robert's wife as a clue and found out that Robert often went out secretly in the early morning. Based on this clue, they found an organization called the 'Holy Fruit Society' composed of all problematic novelists. And they got a lot of those bright red fruits from that organization."
"Holy Fruit Society?"
Hitzfeld was stunned.
Isn’t this exactly the same as the name of the organization mentioned by the young man in the memory fragment?
"And then?" she asked quickly, "Is this a good thing?"
It should be a good thing indeed...
With this clue, they could directly determine that the novelists were guilty. This proved that they must have lied during the initial interrogation investigation. If they continued to investigate along the clue, they should be able to pry more information out of them.
"Well... that's what I mean."
Xia Yibing looked a little strange.
"but……"
"but what?"
"But Casimir ate the fruit."
"……Um?"
Hitzfeld glared slightly.
“So that’s the problem.”
Xia Yibing also grinned.
"He seems to have some signs of addiction."
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Chapter 48 Addiction
Hitzfeld could never have imagined that he would see Casimir again - that he would see this level 8 agent from the library in this place.
A dark dungeon that is almost completely enclosed.
"Don't get me wrong." The man sitting in the darkest place, separated from the girl by an iron fence, said, "This is not abuse. I asked them to do this."
Hitzfeld frowned slightly and looked at the tall knight next to him.
"That's true." Carl agreed helplessly, "This guy was in a daze and said a bunch of incomprehensible things, then he stuffed the bag of fruit into me and asked me to lock him up as soon as I got back, and to hide the fruit so that no one else could find it."
"Where are the fruits?" Hitzfeld asked him.
Carl said nothing.
Hitzfeld raised her eyebrows, it seemed that she was also included in this "other".
Glanced at Xia Yibing.
The black-haired woman had tied her ponytail back up. She was leaning against the stone wall, staring at Casimir in the prison in a trance.
Retracting his gaze, Hitzfeld stuffed a stack of scribbled manuscripts into Carl's hands.
"So this is all you have discovered... about the Holy Fruit Society, about the confirmation that Haytham and Robert belong to this organization, and about the confirmation that the Holy Fruit Society planned the murder of Haytham."
"That's it." Casimir nodded.
"Then why don't you check it yourself, but specifically ask to give all this information to me?"
Hitzfeld didn't quite understand this. The reason why Xia Yibing was so eager to bring her here was because of this manuscript written by Casimir himself, and he said he was only willing to show it to her.
Unreasonable.
Didn’t this guy say not long ago that he wanted to compete with her to see who could solve the case first?
"I have been contaminated by the fruit." Casimir said calmly, his eyes flickering in the darkness, "I have made a judgment: I am not qualified to handle evidence and investigate the case for the time being. Then, apart from me, the only person in Nanxinze who I recognize is you, Miss Detective."
"What about me?" Carl couldn't help but interrupt him.
