Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Prevent unauthorized entry?

This statement seems to be in line with the requirements of guard duties, but it seems to be a lot of information before paying.

"Is there something seeping through this way? Like contamination that you need to clean up?"

Without hiding his thoughts, he asked directly to Amira next to him.

As a character whose true identity has just been exposed, the greater the contrast between now and before, the less likely it is to arouse suspicion.

"You are smarter than you thought, which can explain your previous acting skills to a certain extent."

Although her face was covered, it could be heard that Amira was still a little surprised, but she did not deny Fu Qian's statement.

"Yes, judging from the current situation, such a risk cannot be ruled out."

"But don't worry, Lord Reginald and I are confident enough to ensure your safety here."

"I don't doubt this, but there is a question. What exactly do you want to do by bringing me in?"

Fu Qian responded casually, but his eyes were attracted by the sound not far away.

With the sound of metal hinges, the third door on the left in front of everyone opened, and a woman in dark uniform who looked like a nurse came out.

Pushing an exquisite medicine delivery cart, she suddenly turned towards the three people.

"You will know when you need to know."

Amira was obviously not always easy-going, so she naturally refused to answer.

She lowered her voice slightly as she spoke, but did not signal Fu Qian to hide aside.

Sure enough, with the crisp sound of footsteps, the nurse quickly approached the three night guards and passed by without a care in the world.

“Masks make our presence invisible to a certain extent.”

Only then did Amira explain softly again.

"Of course only to a certain extent, so try to avoid it."

"clear."

Fu Qian nodded, but his mind was recalling what he had just seen.

In the metal plate at the top of the cart, there were blood-stained gauze and metal tubes with unique shapes that emitted scorching heat.

Combined with what Amira mentioned just now, it seems that the nightmare victim who longed for sleep was suffering from a lot of pain.

"The scope of this nightmare is very small, almost only in this hospital area, and relatively few people are troubled by it."

While speaking, Amira had already started and motioned for Fu Qian to follow.

"So it wasn't the one just now?"

"No, of course in this nightmare, she is a stable existence."

Nightmare Aboriginal? To be honest, that person's image is quite normal.

Fu Qian thought to himself, and he understood why it was rare for him to be unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.

There is no normal world with only one hospital.

If most nightmares are similar, it will be easy to make a judgment by comparing them after waking up.

"Don't you need to go in and take a look?"

While thinking, the three of them had already walked to the room where the nurse came out just now.

The door was only ajar and unlocked. Seeing that Amira and the two had no intention of stopping, she asked casually.

Considering that it is relatively abstract pollution and evil, the nurse just left here, obviously it cannot be excluded as a one-click item.

……

"You want to take a look? Okay."

This time it was Reginald who spoke, and he was surprisingly easy-going. He stopped directly and signaled Fu Qian to push the door open and go in.

There is no doubt that the patient inside is not asleep, because standing here, the hoarse humming is within the range that ordinary people can hear.

The next moment the sound of hinges started again, and Fu Qian simply accepted the professional advice. The furnishings of the ward are quite simple, with only three beds separated by heavy curtains, and the only window is not even much larger than the door.

The nurse had turned off the lights before leaving, and now only sparse starlight came in, and the visibility was even worse than in the corridor.

However, in this darkness, Fu Qian was extremely dedicated. He took a few steps forward and stood in front of the bed that was the only patient in the middle.

Obviously, this was not the sufferer who helped them enter the nightmare, because even though the whole body was bandaged, the gray hair and withered face still showed that this was an old man who was over fifty years old.

Although he was not asleep at the moment, he was obviously in a state of unconsciousness, and his painful moans contained a little relief.

Before paying, I paid attention to the location of the bandage, which was concentrated on the wrist and various venous plexuses.

Those things just now were indeed used for bloodletting.

I still have some understanding of this classical medical treatment.

Now in this "nightmare", his perception is obviously suppressed to a certain extent, but the equipment on the nurse's cart just now made him have some guesses about the situation in the ward.

In fact, stains of blood that were difficult to clean could be seen on the other two beds.

The usage rate of this therapy seems to be somewhat high.

"Did the person who sent us in also suffer this kind of torture?"

After asking back, Fu Qian solemnly maintained the decibel level so as not to disturb the patient.

"In fact, the vast majority of patients in the entire hospital suffer from this kind of torture."

Amira seemed to be immune to this scene and answered without any fluctuation in her tone.

"It's called febrile disease. A droplet in the patient's blood will suddenly become hot, like a ball of molten metal, swimming around in the circulation, causing great pain."

"They may even increase over time."

"And the only treatment is to try to get it out."

“I see, so this is a manifestation of pollution?”

Nod slightly before paying.

"No, this is a manifestation of possible contamination."

Reginald on the side corrected this statement.

"This is just the most basic appearance. The final judgment needs to be supplemented by more in-depth and careful screening."

"It's reasonable."

I really looked at it again before paying.

Although he's a little haggard, at least he hasn't grown anything weird yet.

But of course this wouldn't be the reason why these two people didn't even look at it.

"Is he the same as that nurse?"

The next moment he asked directly.

"Yes."

After glancing at Reginald and seeing that he didn't respond, Amira expressed her affirmation on her behalf.

Let's just say, the logic between these two is quite clear.

The unauthorized intruders mentioned earlier are definitely related to this strange febrile disease.

The key is that the definition of intrusion should not refer to nightmares, but the real world in which the Order lives.

In other words, what they have to do is to prevent pollution from coming to reality through this channel.

They should have a special way to confirm whether a character in the nightmare is a patient in the real world or an aborigine like the nurse.

So even if the person on the bed transforms, it is not within the scope of their work.