It's a pity......

Although it was a bit unsightly, Yorkes understood that it was all an illusion.

Hundreds of years had passed, and it was useless for him to do whatever he wanted.

He could only bear the pain of the female corpse, that is, Janet Laurie, and let her leave easily.

The temperature is getting higher and higher.

The third memory fragment shattered, crystallized, and dissipated into the void.

"Whew!"

York exhaled as the fire pain was burned from the inside out.

The breath was a smoky smoke.

"That's what it's like to walk on fire?"

Heated by the flames, York's consciousness was already immersed in the personal panel.

Although it is a hallucination, it is also an alternative reality, at least an imitation.

[HP 129/135.5]

"A total of about six points dropped, which is expected."

Yorkes was not surprised, he was already heading straight in the direction of the inhuman.

So much so that now, when he was roasted by the fire, he just felt that his skin was a little hot.

"There was a burning sensation, but not much. Also, resilience has become stronger than before......"

Yorkes watched his health points rise and fall back and forth, and he had a slight idea in his heart, he could actually feel that his body and appearance had been hot and cold.

The two sides of damage and recovery form a confrontation.

"Go on!"

York's right hand remained pressed on the woman's forehead, and although his vision was covered with memory fragments, he could tell from the touch of his right hand that Janet Laurie was clearly slowly changing.

At first it was cold and hard, and finally when he took the pain on him again and again.

The cold and hard have gone in the other direction, that is, warm and soft.

This is the original touch of ordinary people.

"It seems to be working."

York exhaled lightly and continued to click on the next memory fragment.

Pain does not refer only to physical pain, although the pain of the heart is not a substantial pain, but it is hundreds of times more painful than this physical pain.

"Panic."

Yorkes looked at the fragments of memories that were slowly on the verge of shattering, and Janet Laurie inside was alone, suffering from the identification of her neighbors.

"Loneliness."

Janet Laurie was a loner and rejected the confessions of the men around her.

"Helpless."

Janet Laurie began to try to live alone, long and prosaic firewood, rice, oil, salt.

"Sad."

Janet Laurie's father died unexpectedly, leaving her alone.

Fragments of memory shattered one after another.

Surrounded by glowing shards of glass, the shards contained all of Janet Laurie's memories.

York's clicks continued, he was like a spectator with no sense of existence, silently watching and experiencing a person's life from the end to the beginning, taking everything on his body.

The pain of the flesh, the scars of the heart, the joy and sorrow.

And in the process of appreciating, what York didn't find was.

The expression of the female corpse became more and more agile, softer and softer, lifelike as if it was alive.

I don't know when two traces of flowing water appeared, and a puddle of water appeared underneath.

"Happy."

"Happiness."

"Ignorant."

There were debris all around, and York's stared at the last fragment of memory, silent.

A couple appeared on it, and the couple was happily gathered around a cradle, looking at the children inside.

"It's over."

York couldn't help but sigh, believing in everything in this illusionary space.

Only by believing what is happening in the illusion will there be a corresponding feedback from reality.

Like the corpses, they believe in everything that happens in the hallucination, so there is bloodshed in reality.

Just as he tacitly believes and accepts what is happening in the hallucinatory space, York synchronously hears the cue that the mission is complete.

［…… ］

[Requirements: Free the Nameless Female Corpse (Completed)]

[Reward: +15 Attribute Points (to be awarded)]

"Sure enough, it's still a combat-type mission."

Looking at the sky, dotted with fragments, Yorks waved his hand away, and finally the entire space directly cracked one after another, and finally exploded to reveal the reality of the dissecting room.

Compared to the illusory and real dissection room before, it is so real now.

York looked down at the dissecting table in front of him.

Janet Laurie's body was long gone, and the only traces were a puddle of water and remnants of humanoid ash on it.

And, of course, the faint, slightest pain.

This is the consequence of believing that hallucinations are generated, and in reality there is no constant pain, and his resilience instantly overwhelms the damage and slowly recovers.

In the next second, the health is full.

Now York's only mental and psychological exhaustion is nothing else.

"Easy is easy, but it is also very tiring, if you don't analyze this inhuman physique and stabilize your emotions, this task will fail long ago."

Yorks looked at the humanoid ashes and the puddle of water, shook his head, and took out a bottle of holy water from his backpack and emptied the holy water inside.

Suddenly, there was a puddle of fluorescent liquid on the floor.

When the bottle was empty, York waved his hand again, and his powerful mental power turned into telekinesis to pick up the humanoid ashes on the dissecting bed out of thin air and inject it towards the mouth of the bottle.

It wasn't until there was no trace on the bed and the bottle was full that Yorks carefully put the bottle back in his hand and turned around and left the dissection room.

"Alas, one more word of prayer."

……………………………………

Outside the building.

Police cars are everywhere.

Everyone waited quietly for the results inside.

"Jeffrey, have you ever been so quiet?"

Baker glanced at Jeffrey, saw him look over, and continued.

"It's too quiet, you say Father York won't be fine, right?"

Jeffrey's right hand was on the holster at his waist, and when he heard this, he looked back at the front entrance of the building in front of him, and the impressive memory of Jesse's building began to emerge.

"Baker, you don't understand, I have faith in Father York, this supernatural incident should be very simple for the priest, because the priest can even exorcise the demons at that time."

"You trust Father York more than anyone else."

Baker was speechless, he had discovered that his long-time partner had a mysterious honey worship of Father York.

"Don't you have faith in Father York?" Jeffrey didn't move, and replied calmly.

"Who is it that when you encounter something you don't understand, you keep saying that you want to inform Father York?"

His mind was suddenly revealed, and Baker looked at the main entrance a dozen steps ahead, a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Hey! I just ......"

As soon as he said this, a figure suddenly appeared, causing Baker to stop talking.

I saw a priest in a priest's robe walking over with a calm face.

Baker subconsciously glanced at Jeffrey, who also turned his head.

Years of tacit understanding made both of them have a sentence in their hearts.

So fast?

(End of chapter)