amaotonovel Chapter 3392 Miraculous Doctor (36)
Chapter 3392 Miraculous Doctor (36)
Chapter 3392 Miraculous Doctor (Thirty-Six)
After throwing the wrench, Stark realized what he had hit. He suddenly pulled his hand back, looked at the completely changed reception room, smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry, I just came out to take a look. You guys continue..."
After saying that, he went back into the corridor without looking back, pretending not to notice Schiller's roll of eyes.
Strangely enough, Stark is afraid of ghosts. As one of the best scientists in the world, and even one of the few Iron Men in the multiverse who is proficient in magic, he is afraid of ghosts.
And Schiller knew that he was particularly afraid of jumping into the face to kill. This sudden shock would make him use all the swear words in his life, and then he would jump like thunder and destroy everything in his sight.
But he was unwilling to admit that he was afraid of ghosts. Peter was playing a horror game, but he insisted on going over to watch. Before Peter could do anything, he was frightened and jumped three feet high.
Schiller returned his gaze to the mummy, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "I believe you can see that I am not afraid of you. There is no point in making these special effects except wasting your own energy. How about this, you turn on the lights, make some midnight snacks, and we can have a good talk."
The charred figure stood still. Schiller heard the disembodied voice of a little girl: "Do you know what they did to me?"
"I can probably guess," Schiller nodded. "The people who wrote the script had no imagination about the extent of human cruelty. I guess they took it from a classic horror game and set up a tragic background for you. But it's nothing more than all kinds of physical torture, and then burning you to death."
“Why don’t you feel angry?”
Schiller sighed softly and said, "I'm very sorry for what happened to you. If I lived in your time, I might choose to save you. But it's been so long, and it doesn't have much to do with me. Why do you care about my opinion?"
"Why don't you feel anger and fear for their evil deeds?"
"Well, if you insist, I can only put it another way." Schiller stood up, walked outside the counter, and said to the charred corpse: "From your dream, we can know that you are a witch. I don't know much about witches, but as far as I know, you can do magic."
"A young witch might not be that strong, but she is definitely stronger than a young human. She may not be as strong as an adult, but in a one-on-one situation, she will definitely have more initiative than a human child."
"You might have been immature at that time and believed their lies, and were tricked into a trap and caught. But they didn't kill you as soon as they caught you. Why didn't you try to resist during this time?"
"I know you're going to say that they might have special powers, and you can't break free from their control. So have you tried to negotiate verbally? Or at least figure out what they're going to do?"
"Okay, even if you were too young at that time and didn't understand anything, then after so many years, you should be older than everyone in the hospital combined. Why didn't your dream show any useful information?"
"Over the years, besides taking revenge on others in this meaningless way, have you ever looked for the real reason why you were killed? Have you ever considered the deeper reasons? Have you ever thought of a way to use your ability to show dreams to truly change the minds of most people and save more people like you?"
"Let's take a step back and say that even if you just want to vent your anger and resentment, haven't you ever thought about optimizing the show over the years?"
"I admit that pulling out teeth and nails, or cutting off the tongue does hurt. But have you ever considered that there may be many people in this world who have experienced much more painful things than this, and this level of physical pain has no effect on them at all."
"Or are the people in this world exceptionally fragile, all of them overwhelmed by this kind of pain? Are we the first exception you've encountered?"
"I think maybe not? Otherwise, how could there be two dreams?"
After Schiller finished speaking, the evil spirit seemed to be unusually angry, and all the furniture in the consultation room floated up, as if wanting to smash towards Schiller.
"I advise you to think it over carefully. I can go back to the operating room anytime now. It's not entirely your territory. I believe other people in the hospital would be more willing to negotiate terms with me."
Schiller was very sure. Because in his opinion, the content of the dream fully reflected the level of the evil spirit of the little girl, which was just not very good. The dream did not tell the cause and effect, nor did it make any emotional rendering. It just put a straightforward memory on it, and it could only move a limited number of people.
Because he had worked in a hospital, Schiller realized that humans actually have a strong tolerance for pain. Those who think they are intolerant to pain are actually those who have never had major surgery. Every year, countless people have fractures or large open wounds, and anesthesia is only effective during the surgery. After the effect of the drug wears off, the effect of painkillers is very limited, and I have never heard of anyone dying or going crazy from the pain.
The reason for this is that the human brain has safety limits. Once the pain exceeds the threshold, it will be blocked directly, and if it cannot be blocked, it will be shut down.
Humans have a strong desire to survive. Once the pressure of survival reaches its limit, they will directly transform from sub-healthy modern humans into terrifying upright apes. As long as they can survive, there is no pain that they cannot endure.
Therefore, this kind of re-enactment of the film is the least effective in scaring people. It is better to have a chase scene or a few sudden scares. Doing it a few times can make people nervous.
Considering that the little girl was a witch, but was killed without any resistance, we can know that she should not be a very powerful being.
"You can't help them!" the evil spirit screamed. "They are vile and evil people. They deserve to go to hell!"
"Okay, okay, calm down first, miss. Let's not talk about the past, let's talk about the present. Can you tell me what's going on in this hospital?"
"Let me tell you." Another voice appeared in the room. Schiller turned his head and saw a dark shadow standing in the gap of the door that had just been opened.
A little boy came out. But the difference was that he didn't seem to have any wounds on his body, and his whole body was emitting a faint glow, more like a ghost than the mummy just now.
"I'm Henry, nice to meet you, doctor."
Schiller's originally gentle eyes slowly turned cold, but he concealed his change well and pretended to be a little surprised and said, "Nice to meet you, Henry. Who are you? Why are you here?"
"I am also a victim of this hospital." Henry said, "About 60 years ago, I was the child of a merchant family in the town of Demon's Hub. After the plague broke out in the town, I was infected with the disease and was sent to the hospital, but I didn't make it out of the operating room alive. I became a ghost wandering here."
Schiller made a knowing expression, then pretended to be curious and asked, "Do you know the secret of this hospital?"
"It's no secret." Henry said, "Many years ago, there was no town here, only a small village isolated from the world. But in just a few decades, more than a dozen well-known great wizards emerged here, so it is also called the 'Hometown of Wizards'. The name 'Magic Hub Town' also evolved from this word."
"So many wizards came from the same place, which naturally attracted the attention of the bigwigs. They sent people to this village to investigate whether there were any unique conditions here, but they only found a shocking murder."
"There is an extremely dangerous source of magic energy under the village. In that era, it was absolutely impossible to develop this thing. Anyone who dared to get close would be killed by the backlash of magic power."
"However, the villagers discovered that the offspring of a cursed witch was born with a demon-friendly physique. They could travel with demonic energy and even absorb its power into their own bodies."
"So they captured her and controlled her, using her as a carrier to transport magic energy, allowing her to infuse magic energy into her body. They then drank her blood, allowing the magic energy to transform themselves, gaining the ability to use magic energy and becoming famous wizards."
"After draining away the magic energy, they killed the little girl in an evil way, squeezing out every last bit of her value and trapping her here forever, preventing her from taking revenge on them."
After hearing this story, Schiller nodded and said, "Not surprising. So how do you know this?"
"I'm not like her, stuck here. I can move around in some places in town, so I can naturally investigate some things."
"What is your relationship to Dr. Foster?"
"He was the one who killed me," Henry said. "It wasn't a medical error or anything like that. He obeyed the orders of the evil spirit and tortured me to death, which caused me to become a ghost."
What Henry said was similar to what Schiller saw in his dream, because he was playing the role of Henry, and the mask of the beaked doctor who tortured him fell off, revealing the face of Dr. Foster.
"It's a wonderful story." Another voice sounded. Schiller turned around and found that Pride had appeared in front of the passage at some point, then slowly walked past Henry and sat on the chair in front of the window.
Schiller knew he didn't need to speak, because soon there would be another sad ghost in the room.
"Well, Mr. Henry," said Pride, nodding slightly, "can you tell me who Martha is?"
"It's Batman's mother." Schiller almost blurted out, but he knew that there was more than one person in the world whose mother was named Martha.
"She's my mother," Henry replied without batting an eyelid.
"Do you love her?"
"of course."
"Then why did she die in the fire?"
"It was an accident." Henry showed a sad expression. He said, "There was a fire in my house. My father carried me out, but she thought I didn't come out, so she went back to look for me and was burned to death in the house."
"What time did she die?"
"……what?"
"At what hour was your mother burned to death?" Pride looked Henry in the eye and said, "To be precise, at what hour was she burned to death by you?"
I'm so hungry.