When the name "Doctor Turin" came out of the nun's mouth, I was not prepared for anything.

For me, the Turin doctor is a man of the real world and at the same time a man living in a modern society; No matter how realistic it is, it's essentially a dream, and it's a hellish havoc centuries ago. To put the name Doctor Turin in such a situation is like trying to stuff an English word into an ancient poem, and no matter how much effort is to add the latter to the former, and how short and inconspicuous the latter is, it cannot hide the strong sense of abruptness.

So much so that I didn't even react right away.

The nun was speaking to the prophet at this time, and her tone was very cold, "The Turin doctor has not woken up yet, and she may not agree with our decision. ”

"It's really unfair to her." The prophet also agreed with the nun.

She. Woman.

I caught the third-person wording in the conversation between the two. In the lingua franca of this world, "he" and "she" are pronounced differently.

In other words, regardless of whether the Turin doctor, who has a kaleidoscopic appearance, is really a woman, at least she appears in the crowd as a woman here.

Why is she here? Could it be that she existed at the age of Hell Havoc—no, of course it can't be. I would like to believe that the Doctor of Turin, like me and Huma, was motivated by some reason to come to this nightmare woven by the monsters of the dream realm.

"I'm sorry. Can you tell me who you mean by 'Doctor Turin'? I asked.

"Huh?" The prophet looked at me, pondered for a moment, and said, "You know her? ”

"I know another person who says the same thing." I say.

And Hu Ma finally came back to his senses at this time and pricked up his ears.

"She's the same as both of you, she's from outside the town. We met her five days ago. In this era, there was no day or night, but the prophet used the unit of time "day," probably because the 24-hour clock was still used, "because she was a doctor of medicine, so we welcomed her." But since the day before yesterday, she hasn't woken up. It's not dead that I'm dead, but I can't wake up. ”

I silently compiled the information: five days ago, that is, the Turin doctor, at least five days ago, went into the dream.

However, according to the testimony of the proprietress of the B&B in the real world, the Turin doctor checked out yesterday.

Could it be that her lethargy in the dream was just a superficial phenomenon, and that it was actually her soul returning to the real world? Or is it that time flows much faster than reality in this dream, which is why this error is caused?

"Can I meet her?" I asked.

"I'm going to pick up the other teams that haven't returned yet." As he spoke, the prophet motioned to the soldier with his eyes, "Let the soldier lead the way for you." ”

The soldier obeyed the words of the prophet and honestly led the way for me. Hu Ma also followed behind and asked me in a low voice, "Do you know the Turin doctor too?" ”

"I've just heard of it." I avoided talking about it.

*

Soon, in a single room, we met the Turin doctor.

It was the first time I had seen her face – probably not her real face.

She lay quietly on the single bed in the corner of the room, looking to be about twenty years old, with black wavy hair. The face is beautiful, but not weak, even after falling asleep, the face reveals a certain leanness, like a trained female long-distance runner.

It's hard for me to imagine her changing into a white coat to be a doctor, and maybe she's more suitable to be a female soldier and then appear on the army's propaganda posters.

The soldier leaned sideways against the door and pouted, "That's her." ”

I walked over to the bed, looked at her for a moment, and then stretched out my right hand to open the eyelid of her left eye.

Unexpectedly, what was hidden under her eyelids was not a real eyeball, but a prosthetic eye. Although the workmanship is realistic, there are differences in details such as wetness.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The soldier asked in surprise.

I opened the eyelid of her right eye again, and this time it was a real eyeball, and the iris was green, which was basically the same color as the iris part of the prosthetic eye.

Two seconds later, I came to a conclusion and said to the soldier: "She's dreaming." ”

"We know that." The soldier said.

A dream within a dream? Hu Ma seemed to be muttering like that.

"Aren't you worried that she's fallen asleep because she's been attacked by the undead?" I asked.

"The soothsayer has checked, and there are no signs of her being attacked by the undead." The soldier seems to have a high regard for the prophet, and does not doubt the correctness of the results of the examination. Or maybe they were suspicious, but they didn't show it to us outsiders.

But according to the existing conditions, if the dream within the dream of the Turin doctor at this time was not caused by the undead, then it can only be a human factor.

Either a psyker who was good at dream techniques dragged her into a dream within a dream, or she had been trained in dreams and now voluntarily entered a dream within a dream with the help of the trained method.

If it is the former, then the soothsayer is lying, because the former is easily detected by psionics with the ability to perceive. Coupled with the fact that the Prophet is the only psyker in the Vault, you can directly identify the Prophet as the real murderer. However, this possibility is too slim, because dragging a person from reality into a dream is a formalistic different matter.

Unless the soothsayer knows that this is a dream and has mastered the dream technology, he will never be able to accomplish this kind of crime.

But if the Turin doctor entered the dream within a dream of her own free will, and in such a dangerous environment, what exactly was her motive?

Does this have anything to do with the fact that we are being dragged into this nightmare?

As someone who came to Sabbature before us, and was probably trained in dreams, does she have a clue about this? Assuming she has a grasp of it, will it help to get out of this nightmare?

After all, the reason why I came to rest in peace is to find her...... I looked at her sleeping face and silently figured out my next step.

*

It didn't take long for us to leave this room.

The soldier walked ahead and led us to pick out the room.

It seems that he really admires the prophet, and he keeps talking to us about the power of the prophet on the road, "The nickname of the prophet is really not for nothing, although it will be changed soon, but I think this nickname is very appropriate." In order to prevent all kinds of disasters after the undead enter the town, he made a lot of preparations in advance. From this department store converted into a shelter, to the large amount of supplies stored in advance, to the equipment and tools we use today, to the record map of the underground water road routes, a series of rules and regulations closely related to survival, etc., covering all aspects of clothing, food, shelter and transportation...... Do you know? He's even prepared other alternate shelters, which would be activated if they fell......"

Seeing that he was so talkative, I took the opportunity to ask, "What exactly is the 'enchantment' in the town that you mentioned before?" ”

"As the soothsayer said before, it's a powerful barrier that covers the entire town, capable of rejecting all undead invasions." The soldier said in a strange tone, "And now it's out of order." Although it has not disappeared yet, some of the undead have been able to enter the town as they do now. ”

"Partially?" Hu Ma was surprised, "Not enough of them before?" ”

"That's a strange question for you. Although our town is located in an area with extremely low disaster levels, if the barrier is really completely destroyed, how can there be any living people here? The soldier said.

Huma was silent.

"The enchantment has been running for a hundred years. Whether it's an enchantment, a seal, or even a human heart, it will change after a hundred years. "But people are too dependent on the protection of the barrier, thinking that if the barrier is there, they will be able to live in peace." The Prophet, on the other hand, thinks otherwise, believing that the barrier will one day be broken. Even if it was okay for the first 100 years, there is no guarantee that it will be okay tomorrow. ”

"He's right." I say.

"So the soothsayer survived." The soldier said, "Those who looked down on him are dead." ”

At this time, a woman in her early twenties walked on the opposite side, and her clothes should be nuns. She had taken off her helmet, revealing a slightly delicate face, and wore a blue-purple petal hairpin in her black hair.

"Huh? Is this a flax hairpin? Hu Ma was suddenly distracted.

The nun was slightly stunned, then nodded.

Hu Ma said enthusiastically, "I also like flax flowers. When a savior asked me what my nickname was, I originally wanted to take 'flax', but because the name was changed, I had to change it to Hu ......."

"Aren't you called 'White'?" The nun stopped him from continuing.

Hu Ma quickly covered his mouth and smiled embarrassedly.

The nun nodded coldly and left. I think if flax had that handsome face now, maybe the nun's attitude would have become more enthusiastic. But flax doesn't seem to mind about it, and seems to have gotten used to it.

Suddenly, I remembered his lack of self-awareness of his handsome face in reality. He probably didn't really lack self-awareness, probably because many people showed disgust at his burned face in the first life of day and night, and he passively accepted all this. So much so that after regaining his appearance, he habitually did not pay attention to the reaction of others to his true face. In his opinion, these may be all noises.

"Are you interested in nuns?" The soldier smiled and said to Huma, "Die, she is a prophet's woman." ”

"I didn't...... Huh? Hu Ma was stunned, "But she seems to be indifferent to the prophet too, right?" ”

"Some women are like that." "It is not uncommon to see the nun and the prophet enter the room in the corner of the vault with the prophet, and they don't know what they are doing there. But it must be that, yes. ”

"That's going on......" Hu Ma was embarrassed to ask what was going on.

After a few moments, we also picked a room, and the soldier left.

"Xu Fu doesn't seem to be here either." Hu Ma looked at me, "That ......"

"I don't recommend that you go out to find Xu Fu. At least not now. "I know what he's trying to say," didn't the prophet say? There were other teams that collected supplies that didn't come back. You should at least wait until they're all back. Maybe Xu Fu will be brought by them, just like us. ”

"But......" he struggled.

"And Xu Fu may not have fallen into a dream." I said, "If you act rashly, you're going to hurt yourself." ”

"But what if?" He's quite persistent.

"So be it. I have a way to help you find Xu Fu. I thought for a moment, "But you have to trust me and stay here first." ”

"What's the solution?" He wondered.

"Confidentiality." I said, "Trust me. ”

He looked a little uneasy, but he accepted it for my sake.

"So, I'll go out first." As I spoke, I looked at him, and I didn't feel at ease about leaving him here alone, so I decided to give a few words before leaving, "Don't walk around alone." ”

He nodded.

"Don't take food from strangers."

He nodded again.

"Tell me if you're uncomfortable."

He nodded repeatedly.

Just as I was pondering if there were any other precautions, suddenly, his stomach rang. He quickly covered his stomach and smiled embarrassedly.

I remember getting canned braised beef when I was collecting supplies before, and he seemed to like it. So he took it out and threw it to him. He hurriedly caught it with both hands, and then thanked him.

"What did I just tell you?" I asked.

He looked at me dumbfoundedly, "Huh? ”

Don't take food from strangers—I would have liked to say that to him, but I can roughly imagine how he would contradict me. I could only sigh in my heart, say goodbye, and leave.

*

Moments later, I returned to the underground sewers through the entrance and exit inside the vault and began to prepare for my next move.

I decided to go on an adventure.