Green's state suddenly deteriorated, like a fire swaying without wind, and a gloomy shadow from the gloomy light on a rainy day hung over his face. Although he did a good job of disguising this, and quickly adjusted, the subtle changes did not escape Kraft's observation.

So the answer is yes, those voices have found him.

"It seems that the situation is more complicated than I thought." The doctor shifted his seat, "Can you tell me what it looks like?"

Green was holding the hot tea, his eyes wandering from the mist, his focus moving around the room.

Clean-cleaned cabinets, corners of walls away from windows, and slightly wider brick joints on the walls are all places where you can see the bottom at a glance. Perhaps the only thing in common is that they all subconsciously become a place for something to hide.

"It's pretty much the same as it was described in that booklet." It can be noted that the priest deliberately restrained the urge to distract, and the results of the conditioning training kept him unable to relax, always ready to react to something that would appear from any angle.

"But my experience was far worse than it was described."

"How?"

"A voice, but it's much more than that, it's impossible to drive people crazy with a simple voice. You can clearly feel it, very strange feelings, as if somewhere suddenly there is someone, or something like that."

"Then there's the voice, so clear that you can hear it's a human voice, at least intuitively."

"Do you think it has meaning? Is it possible that it is a language?"

"It's unlikely, the timbre and pronunciation are different every time, it's blurry." The tea was finally cooling, the mist was dissipating, and the fog in Green's eyes was far from dissipating, "but there was directionality, and you could feel it coming at you, a vibration on an invisible rope, coming from that end."

Kraft points out the contradiction: "You say it's clear and it's vague?"

"What is clear is the sound, what is blurred is the meaning. Yes, what does that mean......" The fog in the priest's eyes gradually changed to a color of thought.

It looked like his upper body had poked into the mouth of the well, heard a signal below that was not an echo, and subconsciously continued to lean over, trying to figure out what it was.

"Stop, stop, or don't think about it yet." Kraft wasn't going to let him get into it, he wouldn't get an answer most of the time, and the small ones who really wanted to figure out what was going on would only get worse.

"The advice now is to immediately grab your ID and purse, pack a few sets of clean clothes, and go downstairs and through the side door, where the carriage that brought me is still there. You sit on it, go to the suburbs and find a high place to live, and live until there is no sound."

"Escape is not a virtue." This is clearly not constructive and does not meet the expectations of professional standards.

"I don't think it's brave to face illness and have to carry it, right?"

In Kraft's view, deep effects are actually common to many diseases, and tertiary prevention never goes out of style.

The first level is to stay away from risk factors and prevent them from happening; The second level is "early detection, early diagnosis, and early treatment" in the early clinical stage to curb progression.

Greene is currently in the second stage, which allows for early diagnosis: a clear history of exposure, and symptoms that are atypical but generally consistent.

Early treatment is often very simple, and many can reverse the trend without taking strong drugs, but because simplicity is often underestimated, the disease is allowed to progress.

For example, like Green, who looks a little scared, and when he really wants to take measures, he will immediately give himself excuses such as "in the end, it's just auditory hallucinations", "I just had a few dreams", and "it's not that I haven't faced the entity".

So it was dragged to the third level, and it has entered the clinical course, in order to prevent it from entering an irreversible vicious circle, thunder means are inevitable.

So he suggested very sincerely, "Really, just go and try it for a few days, and when you hear a sound, you make a record, and then count the number of times every day, and if there is a downward trend, it means that I am right."

Kraft clutched his teacup and looked at Green, hoping he could see his sincerity.

The two sides have been cooperating for a long time, and it can be regarded as a friendship that fights side by side; On the one hand, he doesn't want the other party because

What irreversible mental or physical damage can be caused by completely avoidable causes.

On the other hand, it is he who will do it at that time, even if it is to avoid increasing the workload and shortening the life expectancy, he should be persuaded more.

"Seriously, I think it's worth considering. You've done enough, and it's a rare day of rest, even if Heavenly Father created the world." Vardeen was moved first, but he knew better that it was impossible for Green to leave everything behind, "I'll bring in new paperwork every day."

"It's a solution, it's going to be a problem." Under pressure from his friends and Kraft, the priest finally wavered, "I had to explain why I wanted to leave the city during the period of movement restrictions."

"I'd love to."

"If you're willing to give up on this stuff for a while, I don't have to bother with it," but he wisely didn't mention it. The two maintained a surprisingly tacit understanding, sending Green out of the door first.

"But ......" Seeing that things were about to succeed, Green took another turn.

"No, but, the most important thing now is to deal with your condition, and it is disrespectful to the Heavenly Father to put a priest in poor mental condition in his post." Kraft interrupted him as he tried to get into the church.

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Green drank the water from his glass, "I have an idea."

"Professor Kraft, do you think it's probably too close, and that thing is still influencing us?"

"That's right."

"You gave me a small bottle with ...... in it Yes, it's called 'black salt,' and it melts when something like that comes close." The priest came up with an idea, opened the drawer, and pulled out a closed metal vial with wax glued to it from the top.

"Since that thing can already affect people, can it affect black salt at this distance?"

"Huh?" Kraft had almost forgotten about it, after all, it had proved to be extremely effective, and when he could remember to shake it and hear that it was obviously melting, he could find the problem without it.

He was really asked, like being asked by a patient from a point of view that he had not thought about at all during his ward rounds, and he was trying to pull the information in his head to organize the answer, "Theoretically...... I'm not sure if the effect on black salt is the same as the effect on people."

"Even if it is the same species, the degree of influence on the human spirit should be far less than the power to create unnatural phenomena, and the variation of black salt may not be enough to make a difference in the sound of shaking the bottle."

"Is there a way to observe this subtle change?" As a pure layman, Green came up with a new feature request, "so that we might be able to 'see' the impact directly?"

"Makes sense, I'll have to think about it."

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