To be frank, if it were any other doctor, he would have sentenced the man to death the moment he saw him.
The fact that he was able to be saved was not only due to her superb skills but also the patient's luck. At this time, who would care about whether he was infected or not? No one has the time to think about that.
Hitzfeld didn't worry about anything.
Given the conditions of the time, it was already a great achievement to have a disinfection compartment between the operating room and the corridor. Sterile operating rooms were not yet popular even in 2000, so she just mentioned it briefly.
The treatment process was nothing special.
It was similar to the first time, just guiding Hitzfeld into the dream world and trying to find clues from the nightmares that might be glimpsed.
But there was no gain.
Not to mention nightmares, Hitzfeld felt like he had just slept in a daze, and several hours passed in the blink of an eye.
"I heard that you guys go to Red Hair Chris every day, how is it going? Is there any progress with the Dream Weaver?"
Hitzfeld shook his head.
"You're just wasting your time," Sixus couldn't help but complain. "That idiot is messing around! How can you have high hopes when the technology isn't mature yet?"
Insulting a prince like this... Hitzfeld's lips curled up, but he didn't say much.
These past few days have really put her through a lot.
Red-haired Chris had to run between the Pollution Inspection Department and was followed by that guy Klenamis from time to time. It was really terrible to get along with him.
Compared to a detective, she felt more like a patient or a criminal these days. She had no chance to get in touch with much information from the outside world.
But fortunately, it can come to an end today.
The time limit set by Kleinamis was three days. If she could not find any clues in such a high-intensity inspection within three days, she could apply to go out - with a good reason: to look for information.
Prince Gaunt's letter of recommendation had already been delivered. With this in hand, not only could she enter the high-level library, but Vesta would also not be able to lock her up underground.
After saying goodbye to the chattering and irritable loli, Hitzfeld led his men to the Internal Audit Department and knocked gently on the door of an office.
"Come in."
Vista was writing notes. He raised his head while speaking and found that Hitzfeld pushed the door open almost in sync with his words.
This shows that she doesn't take him seriously at all. She would come in regardless of this sentence.
"The test results for the third day are out." Hitzfeld ignored the other party's gloomy face and took out the letter and put it on the table.
"You know... Director Gaunt will be very unhappy if there is no progress at all."
She emphasized the word "Director" and glanced at the small iron sign next to it with obvious movements.
[Daniel Vista]
[Director of Internal Audit Division]
[Acting Secretary of Homeland Security Sarah]
"Get out." The silver-haired old man growled in a feminine voice.
"Acting Director Vesta..."
"roll!"
After coming out with the letter, Hitzfeld finally couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth and said with a smile to the others waiting outside: "We can go to the ground now."
"amazing!"
Carlo cheered.
The overall conditions of the Security Bureau's underground headquarters cannot be said to be bad, but it is indeed too dark and closed.
A normal person would feel suffocated if he stayed here for a long time, let alone someone with Carlo's personality. He couldn't stand it on the first day.
It's getting late.
But on the one hand, Hitzfeld was anxious to find a book, and on the other hand, Carlo was eager to breathe fresh air, so the group decided to set off immediately.
When they came out again, they saw a person blocking the entrance.
It's Pippen.
He was wearing a black felt hat and a thick dark black coat, which almost completely covered his entire face.
Seeing them coming out, he turned around and raised his hat a little higher.
"that……"
"I have to be with you..."
"Traitors are not welcome here."
Before he could finish, Darent interrupted him rudely.
"You can shamelessly continue to follow me, but don't expect anyone to pay attention to you."
"Ok."
Pippen knew this was their bottom line, and he was mentally prepared for this result.
"I will just follow you and try not to cause you any trouble..."
When passing by him, Cybertron took an extra look at him and felt that this man was really unlucky.
In her opinion, as long as everyone is loyal to the monarchy, there is no such thing as a traitor. Pippen just has a different system from these people.
In this way, she belongs to the Order, Darent belongs to the Wheel of Fortune, and is essentially the same as Pippen.
But who can blame him for having Vesta as his boss?
If it were only his experience in Elnak Town, these people wouldn't hate him so much.
But he has to be a dog for Vesta, and this contradiction is... difficult to reconcile.
Hitzfeld ignored the people behind him. She walked side by side with Darent, talking about tree rings all the way from the time they got in the car to the time they arrived at their destination.
After getting off the bus, she looked up and saw that the library building was submerged in a violent snowstorm.
The world is covered in silver and the sound of the wind whistling is heard in my ears.
I hope I can gain something.
She reached into her pocket to make sure the letter was still there, then took a step and began to carefully climb the icy steps.
Chapter 75 The Scent of the Sun
It was a snowy day and there was no one on the street.
Hitzfeld and his group climbed the steps and pushed open the library door on the platform. They were somewhat surprised to see that there was no one inside - even behind the bar was empty.
"What's going on?" Hitzfeld went to see his partner first.
"I don't know." Darent spread his hands. "I... I haven't had time to contact them yet! Maybe someone has a birthday? They went to celebrate for him?"
This is really a guess that is full of his personal style.
The faces of the other people showed varying degrees of distortion. Carlo was the most direct and laughed out loud without giving any face.
"I don't think this is funny." Darent looked very unhappy. "I said we can come tomorrow, and I can use this time to make an appointment with them... You have to be so anxious and ask me this question now..."
"Security Bureau." Hitzfeld walked to the bar and knocked on it twice. "Is anyone there? ... Maps-Dalent's team is back to report."
No response.
It was completely different from the previous times I came here. I couldn't even hear the sound of tree roots tangling.
Helplessly, she continued to turn her gaze to Darent, then she looked down as if she suddenly sensed something, and found that the wood grain on the wooden floor under her feet moved rapidly, revealing a slender shadow in place like optical camouflage.
"Asfen!" she cried in surprise, "I thought you were gone forever."
"Even if I'm not a human, what you said is too rude." Asfen glanced down, then looked at the empty first floor hall, as if he was a little confused.
"How strange..." He said solemnly, "There is no induction at all underground, and the root network has no response. This is the first time I have encountered such a situation."
"Maybe she wants to avoid suspicion." Torres guessed, "If the Tree People haven't decided which side to stand on, rashly supporting our investigation will definitely offend one side. If they are smarter..."
"Impossible." Asfen interrupted him, "You think too lowly of us. We are not fence-sitters. The Tree People have always fought for justice."
"That is to say," Sister Cybert asked tentatively, "if we can find evidence that the old royal party has colluded with the Sunflower Reverse and committed a series of crimes recently, they will completely turn to our side?"
"Who are you leaning towards? What exactly do you mean?" Asfen asked her back rudely.
"Uh..." Cybert was at a loss for words.
"Don't think you can make political comments just because you know something." The puppet continued to mock her, "You are far from it."
"Stop arguing." Hitzfeld frowned slightly to stop them.
She knew what Asfen meant: even if they found evidence proving that the disaster of the Old Royal Party and the town of Elnak were related to the theft of the shelter, the Tree People would not make any statement.
This is a very simple truth - there is no direct connection between the old king's party and the old king's descendants.
Even if there is irrefutable evidence, the other party has ten thousand ways to pass the blame on. As long as they cannot prove that all this was instigated by the descendants of the old king, the Tree People's protection of them will not change.
But she won't explain it here.
After all, Cybot was a companion who had experienced life and death together. Asfen's rebuke had already made her feel a little embarrassed. If she explained, it would further prove that she was ignorant of politics, which would be a bit disrespectful.
Just change the subject.
"Then what do you think we should do now?" She took out the letter. "The permission given by His Highness is not permanent. I can only read it on the day of my visit. Do I have to go back again? Wait until Mapus has made contact and then go to him to ask for a letter?"
"That would be too much of a delay..." Asfen took the letter, pulled out the paper and took a look.
"Just go upstairs." He put the letter in his arms, "With my testimony, there won't be any problems later."
He didn't believe that there was no protection in the library and felt that someone must be spying on them.
With his guarantee, Hitzfeld won't be polite.
But they soon discovered that even if there was no resistance and they could move freely throughout the building, it was still not easy to find the two books.
"There are probably millions of books on each floor here!" After he finished searching the second floor, Torres started to complain, sticking out his tongue, "It will take a year to search like this... Isn't there a more convenient way?"
Millions of copies is too exaggerated, but thousands or even tens of thousands of copies are possible.
Everyone looked at the two "non-humans" in the team again.
Darent was startled: "Why are you looking at me?"
Asfen turned around and walked to the bar, moved a notebook on it, revealing a hole on the table.
Hitzfeld followed him and saw him take off his gloves and stick his right hand into the hole. Then there was a rustling sound from inside, as if the roots of plants were growing wildly.
"This is a privilege that only the administrators of each floor have." Asfen said helplessly, "It's really troublesome. I feel like I'm going to be punished."
"Go up, there's nothing on this floor."
Is that hole an information network connected to an entire floor of the library?
Hitzfeld was very curious.
It’s just like a real network. The tree people have a lot of black technology.
With Asfen constantly "invading" every level of the library information network, the speed at which they search for information is like a leap from the Stone Age to the new century.
"There is."
On the sixth floor, the root network was successfully invaded again. Asfen paused and gave a completely different answer.
"In the ancient literature and history section, go inside the sixth row of bookshelves. Count up the fourth row from the first floor of the cabinet on the left. Look for it. It should be there."
Darent followed his instructions and went there, and soon came back with a medium-sized book.
It's "Shadow of the Ancient God".
Hitzfeld saw the shell clearly.
One of the two books recommended by Priscilla.
The cover is dark black, made of hardened leather, and the binding and cover letters are dark gold. This can be called a hardcover book in all categories.
"The title is quite impressive." Darent flipped through the pages as he walked, having already read through the general contents. "But it's just some ancient weird stories, some of which can't even be verified."
He handed the book to Hitzfeld. "I don't think it's worth anything."
It can be seen from the fact that it is stored on the sixth floor that the library itself does not pay much attention to it.
"Is it true that the higher up you go, the more valuable the books collected here are?"
