When I saw Dr. Turin again, she was lying on the bed in the deepest part of the room.

In the real world, she does not look like a girl, nor a young woman, nor an old woman, but a little girl about nine years old. But if the information she once told me wasn't adulterated with lies, she would be forty-seven years old this year. The bed she was lying on was white, as was the quilt and pillows, which covered her throat. I looked at her very closely, not to surprise her at how young she looked, because in the world of psykers, there are many people who don't look like people at all, not to mention people who don't look like people at all. But she still looks quite special, because judging by the signs of the quilt dented, she has no limbs.

Not only did she have no limbs, but she was probably blind in both eyes. She covered her eyes with a black cloth. The hair is short white and the skin is pale with a slight translucency.

"Surprised?" Her voice was thin.

"Surprised." I say.

"I've said it before. The deeper I went into the dream, the more my posture grew. ”

"That's not what surprised me."

"Well, I guess I mean my disability." "I seem to have said that the older I get, the more complete my body becomes, and the weaker my psionic abilities become," she said. In other words, the closer I get to the real world, the younger my posture becomes, the closer my disability is to the real me, and the stronger my psionic energy becomes. Don't look like I'm weak now, in fact, the psionic energy has returned to the super level. Of course, it's true that I'm not good at fighting. ”

"This is no ordinary disability." I say.

"This is a disability that I left when I was nine years old." She deliberately talked about it in a tone that had nothing to do with her, "Since then, I've awakened my psionic powers. I have to say that this is bad news. By the time my father finally found a cure for me, I was used to this disability. This is not intentional on my part, but the adaptability of human beings is so strong that it does not even transfer by their own will. ”

She continued, "Because I have subconsciously decided that this is my proper posture, the psionic energy destroys the elixir that heals the disability as a foreign object. I can only continue to maintain this posture. ”

Nine years old. I captured the key word she mentioned at the beginning, and then figured out the reason for her disability.

"Won't a prosthetic leg work either?" I asked.

"In a dream, you can try, but in reality, the prosthesis will be bounced off as soon as it is installed." "I even bought a blank 'doll' from the Black Zone and transferred my soul to it," she says. Unfortunately, after the transfer, the limbs of the 'puppet' and all sensory parts except for the sense of touch were automatically damaged. I had to try to transfer my soul back. ”

Sometimes psionic powers will turn against their masters. The thought came to my mind, and I asked, "So you can't actually hear me right now?" ”

"Yes. But my inspiration is developed enough to partially replace sight and hearing. In other words, last time she had seen my true face as Xu Fu in the most superficial dream. But according to the requirements of the Forgotten Moon Oath, she should have actively or passively erased her memories of my true face.

With that, she tilted her head to the side. And from just now, there was a blue figure beside her.

It is a blue figure that looks like a holographic projection, reminiscent of a so-called ghost. But as far as I can see, this is actually a "spirit body" formed by her own psionic energy. At this moment the spirit came to her side, lifted her up like a nurse caring for a paralyzed patient, and folded the pillow behind her so that she could lean on.

I looked at the spirit for a moment, and then asked, "When I first saw you in my dreams, you were accompanied by a young woman who made me feel less human. Is the young woman the image of the spirit in a dream? ”

"Exactly." "Also, you seem to have asked me why I took the same train back to Rest with you," she admits with a smile. ”

"Because that's not reality at all." I gave the answer straight and said, "How did you pull me into the most superficial dream?" It's not a dream of a dream monster, it's just a dream you made up. ”

"Strictly speaking, I didn't pull it in. If a small-town nightmare is a cavern that sucks everyone who approaches it, then the superficial dream is just the carpet I put in front of the cave. Whoever passes through the cave will first pass through this carpet. It's the same when you leave. "This secret is the hole card I use to deal with the violence." But without you, you can't turn into a killer move. You have to thank you for that. ”

"I want a thank you gift more than a thank you." I looked at her, "You haven't forgotten the pact between us. ”

"Nature." She turned to the spirit.

The spirit turned and retrieved the item from the bedside table. At this time, I noticed that there was a vase on her bedside table with blue-purple flax flowers in the vase. It occurred to me that flax also liked flax flowers, and originally wanted to nickname himself flax.

"The flower language of flax flower is 'thanks'." She seemed to notice my gaze and smiled, "I love this flower." ”

I was stunned.

"You first approached me as a wheelchair girl because you wanted to find out where I came from." I went back to my previous topic, "And at the same time, you're wrestling with violence in deeper dreams, aren't you?" ”

She nodded, "Just as a dream monster plays two people in a nightmare, and just as you almost literally split yourself in two, I also use a 'doppelganger'. ”

"But it looks like it's three people."

"The young woman's me and the old woman's me are not separated, it's just that the former has become the latter in a deeper dream."

"I see." As I spoke, the spirit had already taken out a black wooden box from the bedside table and handed it over.

I took it, opened it to check it, and nodded to her.

"You should understand that no matter what you want to do, it is not enough for you to just have a reflexive pill." "And even if you have a formula, you can't make your own withdrawal medicine, and it won't work to hand it over to someone else to make it." ”

"I understand." I say.

"So, do you need my 'after-sales service'?" She laughed.

I said noncommittally, "I'll think about it." ”

Suddenly, a thought occurred to me, and I said, "Although I am not concerned with violent desires, I have to admit that there is merit in his teachings. And since you have the dream making technique, and you are so unhappy in the real world, you have not lived in the dream world. Why is that? ”

"As you said, the dream world has everything I want. Sound body, light and voice, good food, lost relatives and friends......" she said, silent for a long time, then shook her head, "No, it's too heavy. Let's use a lighter analogy. Have you ever played a game? ”

"I'm surprised you did." I say.

"Let's say you've died a lot while playing a game and you happen to be sleepy, will you just fall asleep, or will you go back to sleep after clearing the level?" She smiled slightly, and without waiting for me to answer, she gave her choice, "I'm the latter." That's my answer. ”

She continued, "I have to be happy in reality. Even my long-dead father took pity on me and didn't think I could do it, so he passed on the art of dream-making to me. But I'm not going to give up. Reality has taken away a lot of things from me, and I must get them all back with my own hands in the rest of my life. That's what I want. ”

She paused slightly, and then asked, "Does it seem childish, ridiculous, and self-sufficient?" ”

"Not really." "But it's a bit of a difficult aspiration." The withered cultists are still hunting you. ”

"The Blighted Believers will not spare me as a traitor, and you are being coveted by the Blighted Believers." She smiled, "Don't you think we're a good match made in heaven?" ”