The young man opened his eyes wide in surprise.
"That's right." The woman nodded.
"Listen, Casimir." She steadied her voice, "It's not that difficult..."
"You think this is changing your beliefs, changing the trajectory and direction of your life."
"But in fact, for humans, the path we take is not determined by the education we received since childhood. Maybe it only takes one touch in life - a deep enough touch, and we will quickly decide to change our path. And all this happens naturally... It's not deliberate role-playing."
"Naturally...touched?"
"Yes, Casimir, just think of it as a dream. You must fully cooperate with that touch, so that you can play your role well."
"Dream……"
"So, I will wake up one day?"
"of course."
"After I wake up, can I be recognized by my mother? My mother won't disown me, right?"
"of course."
"Casimir, you have always been your mother's pride."
The woman turned her head towards Hitzfeld and saw a strange expression on her face.
Gratitude, reluctance, hatred, and regret.
Anyway, it might be a psychological effect. Hitzfeld felt that her expression at that moment was extremely rich and it was difficult to describe it specifically with these words.
Several people in white coats walked out of the gray fog.
They gave Casimir some medicine, and the young man tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep.
"He's special."
The man in the white coat who was pushing the cart suddenly said.
"He's a little too attached to you... Is there something wrong with his brain?"
"more or less."
The woman responded with a perfunctory reply.
"He should have died, but his father risked his life to save him..."
"Also, he was hit on the head, so maybe he's a little abnormal..."
"Oh~ Then I have to try my best to arrange a normal freshman for him."
"Um……"
The woman didn't dare to look anymore.
She turned her back and walked in the opposite direction.
Gradually walking faster and faster.
Finally, he ran into the gray fog and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Chapter 85: Walking with Madness
Before Hitzfeld could continue to express his feelings, he felt a sharp burning pain in his left eye.
This time it was different from the stinging pain, it was more like accidentally spilling chili oil into her eyes... At the same time, she heard a burst of rapid panting approaching from behind, and she immediately rushed forward -
"boom!"
A loud gunshot was heard close by.
"You...Casimir!?"
She quickly turned over and looked behind her. Hitzfeld suddenly saw a familiar figure standing there. It was the "Level 8 Agent Casimir" she knew!
How did he come to the library?
Isn't he... naturally rejected by the City of the Dead because of his beliefs?
"Aisun...?"
Casimir's face was pale, and his eyes stayed on the girl's face for a long time before they regained focus.
"I just...oh...I'm sorry I didn't know it was you...I thought you were an illusion, I-"
He seemed to have a headache and pressed half of his face with his left hand: "Sorry... I'm not in a good state right now..."
The corners of Hitzfeld's mouth twitched, and he slowly stood up and looked at the bullet holes on the bookshelf on the side.
The position of the mark was roughly at the same level as her eyes, which meant that if she had not dodged the shot just now, she would have been shot in the head.
"Casimir." She immediately locked her eyes on the agent who suddenly appeared. "Are you okay? What is wrong with your condition? And why are you here? What happened in your nightmare?"
"How should I know!" The young agent sneered and laughed bitterly, while grimacing and struggling with the severe pain: "I just felt a headache, a splitting headache - then I saw a ruin, I seemed to have turned into a baby, being lifted up by a pair of bloody hands.
, and then handed it over to a... well, a woman whose face I couldn't see clearly..."
"What else?"
"That's all." He shook his head, then frowned and stared at Hitzfeld: "Do you know something?"
"Don't rush to ask me back." Hitzfeld's expression made him frown further. "This is related to whether your mind is being manipulated... Look into my eyes, agent! Answer my question - what else did you see in your nightmare?"
"Except for what I just said, there is nothing else." Casimir also became serious, threw away the pistol and raised his hands high: "I don't know why I came here... Is this the Harry Library you mentioned?"
"Hold on - it's not over yet - go on and tell me what you saw after you got here and why you shot me directly."
"I see the gray fog... Isn't it obvious?" The young man frowned with a hint of impatience, and squinted his eyes and pouted. "Look, such obvious fog, visibility is only five meters at best. After coming here, I kept hearing some weird noises, as if
Someone was whispering in my ear, and there were all kinds of messy, intermittent phantoms..."
"I've been walking around here for I don't know how many three hours, and then I saw you walking ahead, so naturally I thought--"
"Thought I was an illusion, or some monster." Hitzfeld completed it for him.
"...That's it." Casimir nodded vigorously.
What he said is true.
Hitzfeld felt a little relieved.
So, the illusion just now was not visible or audible to everyone... I was able to experience it because of the light of God's eyes, and Casimir is still unaware of this past for the time being.
She felt that Casimir was not lying, because his true soul could be said to be that of a madman. A madman does not know how to hide himself with reason, and will be exposed in the process of eye contact.
but……
Her heart trembled.
But if he remains in his present state, it will suit his enemy's purpose.
Izabella sealed his memory in order to use him, to use the conflict and hatred between them to nourish the evil god.
Should I tell him the truth?
Given his feelings for Izabella, would he immediately turn against me after his memory is restored? Would he choose to shoot me to death?
Hitzfeld had never been more conflicted.
On one side is the hope of stopping the evildoer's conspiracy, and on the other side is his own life and property.
She was in deep torment over how to measure and decide the right thing to do.
"Your gun is shaking."
Casimir suddenly came closer.
"!"
Hitzfeld was startled, took a quick step back, and aimed his gun at his head.
“Don’t get excited, Aisuen.” The young man raised his hands and moved closer. “My headache is much better… Don’t be like this. If I was really controlled, you wouldn’t be able to dodge the shot just now.”
Hitzfeld lowered his arms sullenly.
"It depends on the situation." Casimir whistled, "We are trapped here."
"Yes." Hitzfeld said in a deep voice, "The owner of the library has formed a symbiotic union with the tree. She has detonated all the fruits here. The whispers you heard and the illusions you saw all came from the chaotic information contained in it."
She omitted Izabella's name and some of the plot, and explained to Casimir what had happened here, which made the latter marvel.
"A magical place." He said, "So eating the natural fruits here won't be contaminated? I always felt this was a scam..."
"..." Hitzfeld didn't say anything.
Actually, now that I think about it, I was really risking my life when I ate that fruit.
Although it is labeled as pure natural and pollution-free, no one knows whether the information provided by the enemy is true or false.
The reason why she ate it anyway was probably because... her left eye had no warning sign.
So either the fruit is indeed harmless.
Or, the level of contamination was too mild to have any effect on Hitzfeld, whose brain structure was already a mess.
correct--
She suddenly realized why Casimir was here and why he had a headache.
Now that the Eclipse Church has determined that their plan has been exposed, they will definitely move up the time of implementation.
This means that riots may break out in the outside world, and those fruit addicts may be manipulated tonight and all turned into lizard people like Anthony Placido.
And Casimir happens to be a contaminated fruit addict!
His headache might be because his body in reality was deforming, and he was turning into a monster like the lizard man.
This change has altered his brain structure to a certain extent. When the animal nature in his subconscious mind temporarily suppresses his humanity, he will abandon his identity as a believer in an instant and will naturally be pulled into the City of the Dead!
A chill spread up from the coccyx.
This meant that there was one more possibility she had to guard against - if Casimir realized what was happening to her, it was hard to say whether he would suddenly become interested in her brain.
"Aisun?"
Perhaps because her eyes were fluctuating, Casimir turned to look at her again.
"Is there something on my face?"
"nothing."
Taking a deep breath, Hitzfeld let his hair fall over his left eye.
"It's just right that you're here. Let's explore this place together and see if we can find a way out."
"As it should be."
The young man raised the corner of his mouth, picked up the gun again, and walked with the girl.
Keep moving forward in this dark world.
Chapter 86: Darkness in the Darkness
Hitzfeld had a feeling that the maze process might soon be over.
She already knew Izabella's plan, but Izabella was unaware of it.
If she hadn't died...
No, she must not be dead. The importance of Harry's library should no longer be questioned. She must still be hiding somewhere watching them.
Yes, she would certainly try to turn Casimir against herself.
Maybe she would kill him.
Or let him kill himself.
Then all we have to do is tear open the seal on Casimir's memory and let him remember the cause of everything.
Casimir...the confusion, bewilderment, puzzlement, anger and hatred he experienced at that moment.
All these emotions would burst out at once, carrying with them his former longing for maternal love, and nourishing the hidden evil god.
So what should I do?
