"I don't want an excellent detective to remain silent from now on. You still have a lot of work to do, and I believe there are many people who are willing to hear more about your story."
Hitzfeld was stunned for a moment and nodded to him.
"Thank you, doctor."
That being said, she knew that this method would be of no use to her.
Because the nightmare was too profound... Every good point she found would only remind her of "If I wasn't so good, would I have just died in the coffin and given him a chance to live?", "Would it have been better if I wasn't so sharp in guessing who he was?", any association in this regard would only aggravate her symptoms.
As for satisfying one's ego by imagining one's merits...
Is she, a girl who has only learned to be a girl for a few years, qualified to think about these things?
To sum up, Hitzfeld felt that this method was useless.
But she did not regret making this trip, at least she felt much more relaxed on the way back.
The carriage did not go directly up the mountain, but stopped at the vegetable market on Flo Street and bought some cheap vegetables when the market was off.
It's a rare opportunity to go out, and Hitzfeld felt a little greedy as he remembered that he hadn't eaten vegetables for a while.
After shopping and greeting a group of enthusiastic people, it was already half past seven when we returned to the manor.
After asking Walnut to throw the things to the kitchen, Hitzfeld went upstairs to the bedroom alone, took off all his clothes and took a shower.
A hot bath is a way to relieve fatigue. She still has a lot of things to do in the evening, so she must take a bath to refresh her energy.
Anyway, there is cheap hot water now, and it is no longer necessary to be frugal when taking a bath.
After taking a shower, she put on her nightgown and went downstairs bare-legged to prepare dinner.
The reason she was so wild was that she had already felt the temperature change. When she went downstairs, she took a look and sure enough, the fire was burning brightly because of Walnut.
After getting ready and eating, and getting food and water for the pets, she went upstairs to her room to continue researching the boiling blood potion.
The animal experiments have not been completed yet. It’s a pity that I didn’t see any chickens or ducks for sale when I went out today. I don’t know when the first batch of experimental animals guaranteed by Annual Rings will arrive.
With a lot of messy things in his mind, Hitzfeld had no direction in his steps.
When she realized something was wrong and opened the drawer but couldn't find the lab notes, she discovered that she had walked into the wrong room.
That's the downside of a big house.
The interior layout of this row of bedrooms is exactly the same, even the beds, table placement, curtain fabrics are exactly the same, it is really hard to tell them apart at first glance.
"really weird……"
The girl soon noticed something was wrong.
She probably has never been to this house.
Strictly speaking - I have never worked here, and I don't even have any lab notes casually put in the drawer.
But there are manuscript paper and pen in the drawer?
When did I put the paper and pen here?
She was a little surprised and continued to open other drawers and search to see what else was hidden there.
She didn't notice anything special until she opened the closet door.
Light and shadow shone into the compartment from outside, illuminating a pale-surfaced realistic mask.
Hitzfeld lifted it out and examined it, identifying it as a mask of a man's face.
He was thin, had prominent cheekbones, and deep eye sockets, and his facial features were very distinct.
Looks very very familiar...
She licked her lips, her mind sinking.
Chapter 36 Two People
At the same time, at No. 113 Jinshui Road, the Warfield Clinic welcomed two uninvited guests.
"I'm Ethan Doyle, and this is my colleague, Maps Darent."
The gray grass green windbreaker and the beard on his chin that hadn't been shaved for several days could not hide the sharpness of the man at this moment. "Let's talk about this afternoon's meeting, Dr. Wofel. You are not an outsider, you should know the rules of this industry."
His voice was deep, but the ending tone was light, which made his words sound more coherent and frivolous, but the sensible doctor did not dare to think that it was frivolous.
As someone who had worked in that system before, he knew very well that there was only one situation in which an agent would treat a case so carelessly, and that was when the agent was very busy and they were really qualified to deal with any member involved in the case.
So he didn't dare to hide anything. He told her how Hitzfeld came to him in the afternoon, how he called her "Gray Eyelashes" at first, and how he let her go after hearing the name Grace... He told her all the details without missing a single detail.
"Hmm." Ethan frowned. "So you did provide her with the services that a physical therapist should provide, and she was willing to pay the consultation fee in the end?"
"Of course." Paul's face turned strange when he mentioned this. "I may be bad in other aspects, but I still have some confidence in this aspect. I can't cheat her out of her money!"
"No, no, that's not what I meant." Ethan lowered his head and shook his head, writing something down quickly in his notebook with his right hand. "...but I'm afraid you have almost forgotten the whole process. You didn't mention the amount of the consultation fee just now."
"11 Goli and 22 Becker..." Paul paused, and after a while he said a string of numbers.
"I gave her zero off, so I only charged her 11 Goli."
"11 Goli?" Another thinner man shouted, "How much can 11 buy? Oh my god, are you crazy? How dare you ask her for so much money?"
"That's not much at all!" Paul couldn't stand it any longer, so he stood up and replied with the same volume: "You are the ones who have forgotten the rules, gentlemen! Don't forget how much it cost to pay for physical therapy in that era! This is a price that only beggars can offer! Is it high!? "
Ethan and the man named Darent looked at him without saying anything. After a while, Paul sat down by himself and began to complain in a weak tone: "... She is obviously a well-educated person. I believe she will not cheat me of my money like those unruly people."
"Troublemakers? Who are you referring to?"
"All! Any resident you can find on Jinshui Road."
"How did they deceive you?"
"Just don't pay for the consultation~" Darent interrupted, "It's obvious that our great doctors have repeatedly lowered their prices, but the importance of psychotherapy is still not understood by some people. They don't understand why they can get so much extra money just by paying a few words and prescribing a medicine. Is this different from what ordinary doctors do?"
Ethan was indifferent to these words and just looked at Paul with a sidelong glance.
Paul was speechless after being looked at by him. He pointed at Darent and said: "It's basically the same as what he said."
"That's running away from the bill, isn't it?"
"...Yes, I gave specific advice to everyone who asked for help in this regard, but she was the only one who gave me the full amount. The others gave very little or even nothing."
"So what do you usually eat?"
"Just... I can do the work that ordinary doctors do." Paul opened the drawer of the coffee table, which was filled with various medicine boxes and bags. "I'm definitely not as good as some famous doctors, but I can treat some colds without any problem."
"You're quite studious then~" Darent pulled out a copy of "Guide to Infectious Disease Prevention" from the corner and asked as he flipped through the pages, "For a psychologist to learn this, isn't that like crossing over into another field?"
"You're not his colleague, are you, Agent Darent?" Paul asked.
"Oh? Why do you ask?"
"Because if you really are, you are also in Shadow Lion, you must know how much weird knowledge Shadow Lion doctors need to know."
"He's right." Ethan said without even looking up, "The doctors in the Security Bureau know a lot of different things, because when no one else needs physical therapy, they have to help treat trauma, but their skills vary."
"Hmph!" Darent curled his lips, closed the book and threw it on the sofa.
"I was just testing you on purpose!"
"Is this the end?" Paul ignored him and turned his gaze to Ethan. "I don't know what case she's involved in. I'm just a doctor, or a country doctor... I don't know any secrets. It's useless for you to ask me."
"You have to ask to find out whether it will be useful or not." Ethan said, and continued to ask him: "What is your sensory impression of her?"
"Just say it when I ask you to." Darent knocked on the table. "It's for your own good, you know?"
"...I thought she looked very bad." Paul decided to give in and describe his first impression. "She must have not rested for a long time."
"Complexion? How did you tell?"
"Hair - eyelashes, eyebrows, all the hair growing on the body." Paul opened his hands. "These things are like plants. If the soil is not fertile, they will look lifeless."
"But this is your first time seeing someone with gray hair, can you tell the difference at a glance?"
"Humph... 30 years ago, I saw quite a few people with white hair..."
"So do you think she's mentally normal?" Ethan asked.
"It looks normal."
"What do you mean by 'seem'?"
"Because she is a person who can control her emotions very well," Paul recalled. "I tried many ways to guide her emotions, but none of them worked. I think she was on guard against this."
"And for a person who is on guard against this, her speech is also logical and she is obviously rational and logical. Surely her mental state should be normal?"
At the end, his tone rose slightly, because Paul knew that if things were really that simple, these two people would not have come to him.
"That is to say, it would be very difficult for those evil followers to hypnotize her or give her any hints when she is not paying attention." Ethan asked.
“Yes, I think it will be impossible to succeed.”
"That's fine." Ethan stood up.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Dr. Warfield. I will treat you to a meal some other time when I have the chance."
"No." But Paul didn't appreciate it. "I know very well... it's never a good thing to be found by you."
"You are actually good enough to go back." Ethan said suddenly, "You may have heard some gossip, or noticed that there are fewer black-clad people around recently. I am not afraid to tell you that we are actually short of people."
"I'll think about it carefully." Paul said quickly.
Ethan was stunned, then looked at him for a long time. The two finally shook hands, and he left with Darent.
On the night road, the two people walked side by side with their necks hunched, and randomly found a bar on the side of the road. They pretended to be normal travelers and ordered two drinks and some side dishes.
"He's talking nonsense!"
As soon as he sat down, Darent couldn't wait to speak: "He said he would consider it, but he didn't even ask for our contact information! What is he considering? He doesn't want to go back at all!"
"It's not a crime not to want to come back. Relax, Maps. We can't convict him for this."
The side dishes came quickly, a plate of spicy vegetable strips and a plate of salted peanuts. Ethan took off his gloves and ate them directly with his hands. He looked really hungry.
Darent's eyes fell on his right hand and he saw that a lot of the skin there was charred black, as if he had suffered a severe burn, and the melted flesh had proliferated.
"What's wrong with your right hand?"
"The price of freedom." Ethan stretched his hand to the middle and demonstrated it carefully. "It's not as exaggerated as a fire dragon, but I also subdued some fire-breathing lizards when I went to the south this time."
"The Charizard of Cape Purrowan?"
"Correct."
"You are better than before." Darent looked at him carefully. "It seems that some people are still working hard to improve while I am resting."
Ethan just smiled and rarely responded.
"So." Darent looked around, "Since you care about her so much, why don't you go up and talk to her in the afternoon?"
"…Because I'm not sure." Ethan was stunned for a long time before answering him.
"Not sure about what?"
"Okay Maps, I remember you didn't eat anything all day..."
Chapter 37 Self-examination
Throwing aside a book called "Mental Cutting: The Other Me Living in Your Head", Hitzfeld slammed himself onto the bed.
She returned to her bedroom, which was lit. Besides piles of documents and notes, there was also the specially made mask on the table.
Now it has been basically confirmed: this face is exactly the same as the one that Pussy passed on to her in the letter from Paul Drake - that is, the pen sketch, and the guy who put the package of medicinal herbs in her hand.
So what does this mean?
it's me……
Did I direct all the scenes myself? Did I buy the herbs wearing a mask? Did I send them to myself personally?
Just like Mrs. Grieg in the past, she clenched the circle and cross to pray for hope, while spreading despair with her own hands.
"Impossible." She suddenly sat up and returned to the table.
"Madam's mental state was very bad at the time. She endured such a huge blow and endured for so many years before becoming like that. She was even able to control her mind in the end and forcibly let me go..."
She picked up the pen and wrote quickly in the notebook, muttering to herself, "There is no reason for me to be so vulnerable, otherwise I should have shown similar signs earlier and others would have noticed."
After the Shadow Poison Needle case was over, she went to report on her duties with others before returning to seclusion.
