"You can't just change his color."
This is a cold joke... but it's still pretty funny. Darent grinned to express his joy, while Cybertron covered his mouth and tried his best to restrain himself.
She is a nun.
Will go to hell.
Hitzfeld didn't laugh. She first sat across the table and watched Pusance operate... witnessing her use her hands and feet to control the pressure device to help a dark green liquid fog up in the container.
The mist was also green. It rose up, passed through the mesh layer she had specially set up, turned into water droplets and flowed back.
After repeated cycles countless times, the color of the liquid becomes lighter and lighter, gradually changing from dark green to light green, and then from light green to transparent.
After collecting about six drops of transparent solution with a slight green tint, the cloaked man finally stood up and turned his head to the sitting girl.
"It smells like echolifier." Hitzfeld looked at her directly. "And something else was added... Devil's vine?"
"It's the devil vine."
"That thing is highly poisonous. Do you want to kill him?"
"I only used a little bit. His amnesia is so severe that he can't even remember the dream he had last night without stimulation therapy."
"Can I watch?"
"As long as you don't disturb me, you can do whatever you want."
Hitzfeld felt that she was gradually understanding Prisma's temperament.
He seems difficult to get along with, but in fact he is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
Red-haired women are supposed to be very passionate, and her current appearance is probably just a disguise.
Seeing that she seemed to really intend to wait for the treatment to end, Darent moved closer to her and coughed.
You said on the way that time was tight...those bastards could attack the mechanical sun at any time, and now you're suddenly not in a hurry?
"Alex's problem is related to the case we are investigating now."
Hitzfeld whispered to him.
"He revealed new information about the Tree of Death directly in Elnak... This is quite strange."
"Hitzfeld." Sebot also came over.
"I thought we were already friends."
"Then... Aisuen."
The nun swallowed her saliva and saw the man in the cloak move a stool to another table and step on it to apply medicine on the black man's forehead. She couldn't help but curl her lips.
"You just said he has amnesia? So serious that he can't even remember the dream he had yesterday?"
"Yeah." Hitzfeld nodded.
"It wasn't this serious before, but I haven't heard him talk about his dreams before, so I don't know what's going on."
"Doesn't that mean he can always forget his nightmares?"
Darent was also shocked.
"So good? Free random physical therapy every day?"
"He doesn't need it." Hitzfeld glanced at him as if he were an idiot.
"why?"
"Because he's a Southwesterner."
She has checked a lot of random information these days, but there is no progress in the case. However, she found an alternative introduction about the Southwestern people.
The skin of the Southwest people is relatively dark.
There is a saying that this color is not natural, but was burned into that color by an unprecedented "scorching sun catastrophe".
The description says that the Southwest people believe this is a divine grace and honor, some primitive tribes take pride in having darker skin, and that this skin provides them with incredible resistance to evil spirits.
In this regard, it is currently unclear whether the black skin was really scorched by the "Scorching Sun Catastrophe".
But some research has shown that most Southwesterners are not afraid of nightmares.
Chapter 115 Appearance
It wasn't until the black agent's head showed abnormalities that Hitzfeld realized that there was more than just devil's vine in the medicine.
A faint puff of smoke began to emanate from Grimm's nostrils and ears.
The smoke was white and translucent at first, and then began to turn green over time - greener and greener, until it reached the original dark green color of the liquid.
Both Darent and Cybert were amazed. After all, seeing a person with green mist floating out of his head was indeed a very strange and spectacular sight.
The green mist did not dissipate.
They formed a ball of smoke right above Grim's head, with smoke and shadows rolling continuously, and something could be vaguely seen wriggling inside.
"What on earth is this?" Darent couldn't help but move closer and asked the cloaked man.
The one who agreed not to disturb was Aisun Hitzfeld.
What does it have to do with me, Maps-Dyrant?
Pusiangsi glanced at him, not angry.
Or rather, she hadn't expected these people to remain quiet.
"Developer," she said.
"After mixing it with the fern root powder of the devil's vine, it becomes the strongest of the strongest. A small drop can force a person to spit out all the dreams they had recently, turning them into real projections."
"A spell to spy on dreams!" exclaimed Darent.
"It's a potion." Priss began to get impatient, "Although some people do use it to solve cases."
This kind of method definitely exists among the tree people. She doesn't understand what this bastard is making such a fuss about.
laugh at me?
If it weren't for the age rings, I would have ground you into pieces and made you into a fecal odor agent.
"Mapus is a wooden man, not a pure tree man." Hitzfeld helped explain, "His internal organs are all flesh and blood... He was contaminated to this extent."
"Then he's lucky." Pusiangsi was a little surprised. "The polluted wood can actually be neutralized with flesh and blood. I've only seen one case in all these years."
"He's lucky." Hitzfeld raised his chin, "Because he met me... Don't touch it!!!"
She really had to bow down to Darent in admiration - this bastard actually reached out to touch the green mist without any knowledge?
The roar startled Darent. He quickly withdrew his hand and grinned: "I'm just rubbing... I won't go in..."
"It doesn't matter if you go in."
Pusiangsi leaned back in her chair and said, "The developer has been very stable after years of improvement. Its function is only to project dreams for others to see. The mist has no harm."
"So through this fog, we can see the dream that this agent has forgotten?" asked Sebot.
"Yes."
"Is it just yesterday's dream?"
"It's hard to say. Usually it's like this because most people don't have a deep impression of things that happened in their early years... There are exceptions sometimes, such as when you encountered something particularly profound in your childhood, which might be projected."
"It's a bit scary..." Cybert shrank his neck, "Once this thing is used on a person, he will have no secrets at all."
"The stronger the spirit, the stronger the resistance to this thing." Pusiangsi shook her head. "Well-trained people can also resist some effects. For such people, we must use strong effects, but after using them, the person is basically useless."
Because of this, the use of this medicine is extremely restricted. In addition, the materials needed are very expensive, so not just any prisoner is eligible to use it.
As for Grimm - he is from the Southwest, and people like him have thick skin and strong flesh, and are highly resistant to evil spirits and potions, so it's okay to use strong ones on him.
"Can we take a look?" asked Darent. He was still very curious about the green mist.
After getting permission, he tried to poke his finger into the green mist.
no response.
Try to put your whole hand in, all the way up to your wrist.
Still no response.
He looked at the cloaked man inquiringly, and the latter instructed him: "Get closer to the mist at the edge and absorb it."
"Suck it? Is this coming out of his nostrils?"
Darent made a disgusted expression.
"...This is a manifestation of the spiritual level, not the physical." Pusiangsi was really impressed by this rogue. "Do you want me to do a colony test on you with test paper?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I shouldn't have doubted your taste." Darent apologized immediately.
However, the effect was very poor, and he felt that the cloaked man became even angrier after he said it.
Although she didn't say anything and just stood there motionless, he had this intuition.
In order to ease the embarrassment, he immediately leaned his head forward and tried to inhale a trace of the green mist at the edge.
The scene before my eyes became distorted.
If I have to describe it, it's like wearing a pair of very strong reading glasses, and everything looks crooked and distorted.
Looking at the green fog again in this state, Darent immediately discovered that he could clearly see the shadows wriggling in the green fog. They had turned into very clear images and could be easily identified.
This is his main perspective.
Seeing the picture shaking, Darent thought it seemed like he had entered a luxurious hotel.
He compared his perspective with the height of other people and the decorations in the hotel, and guessed that this should be Grimm's childhood memory because the perspective was very low.
At this time the picture changed.
It became pitch black, and I could vaguely see something in the darkness.
Then change again.
Back at the restaurant, I witnessed Grim paying for his order... and eating, which was nothing special at all.
The only information he could read was that this might be Grimm's first time in this store, because he did spend a lot of effort communicating with the boss, and also wasted a lot of time looking for a seat and a bathroom.
There was nothing to see, so he stepped back and emerged from the mist.
The distorted scene became clear again.
After exhaling again, Darent took out his handkerchief and coughed hard.
"What did you see?"
he asked Seibert and Hitzfeld.
These two people have just retreated. Judging from their expressions as they seem to be reminiscing and thinking, they should have experienced it as well.
"I saw him fighting the evil spirit," said Cybot.
"A bee-like monster, very large, almost four meters long."
"I didn't see anything."
Hitzfeld shook his head.
"It was pitch black."
"I saw him go to a restaurant for dinner." Darent shook his head. "...This method is totally unreliable."
“It’s therapeutic.”
Hitzfeld reminded him.
"It's just a process of trial and error... We have to find out the cause of his illness first."
"You should study more with your partner." Pusiangsi was very satisfied with the girl's explanation and shook her hood a few times. "But it will take a lot of effort to find out the cause of this disease."
"What did he say?"
"He said he didn't know—he didn't know when he got it."
"It's amnesia after all." Darent interrupted, "Forgetting when you got amnesia... It's normal!"
"He asked people around him, and the answer he got was: he had symptoms since he was very young, roughly when he was only a few years old."
