When the nun's mouth suddenly appeared the name "Doctor Torino" in his mouth, I was unable to make any psychological preparations in advance.

To me, Doctor Turin is a person in the real world and a person living in modern society; no matter how realistic it is, it is essentially a dream, and it is a time of hell catastrophe several centuries ago. Putting the name Doctor Turin in this kind of scene is like trying to stuff an English word into ancient poems. No matter how hard it is to add the latter to the former, and how short and inconspicuous the latter is, it cannot cover up the strong sense of abruptness.

So much so that I couldn't even react immediately.

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

"This is indeed unfair to her." The prophet also agreed with the nun's view.

She, a woman.

I caught the third person word in the conversation between the two. In the common words of this world, the pronunciation of "he" and "she" are different.

In other words, regardless of whether the ever-changing Doctor Torino is really a woman, at least she appears in the crowd's vision as a female.

Why is she here? Could it be that she already existed in the era of Hell Catastrophe? Of course it is impossible. I am more willing to believe that Doctor Torino, like me and Ma, came to this nightmare woven by the dream monsters under the guidance of some reason.

"Sorry. Can you tell me who you are talking about the 'Doctor of Turin'?" I asked.

"Hmm?" The prophet looked at me, pondered for a moment, and said, "Do you know her?"

"I know another person with the same title." I said.

At this time, Hu Ma finally came to his senses and pricked his ears.

"She is the same as you two, both from outside the town. We met her five days ago." There was no day and night in this era, but the prophet used the time unit "day", probably because people still use the twenty-four-hour system. "Because she is proficient in medicine, we all welcome her. But since the day before yesterday, she never woke up again. She died but was not dead, she just couldn't wake up."

I silently sorted out the information: Five days ago, that is to say, Doctor Torino entered his dream at least five days ago.

However, according to the testimony of the owner of the B&B in Anxi Town in Real World, Doctor Torino checked out yesterday.

Could it be that her sleepiness in the dream is just a superficial phenomenon, but actually the soul returns to the real world? Or is the time flowing in this dream far faster than reality, which causes this error?

"Can I see her?" I asked.

"I will also go to pick up other teams that have not returned yet." The prophet said, signaling the soldiers with his eyes, "Let the soldiers lead the way for you."

The soldiers obeyed the prophet's words and honestly led me to the way. Hu Ma followed behind and asked me in a low voice, "Do you know Doctor Turin?"

"I just heard of it." I avoided talking.

*

Soon, we met Doctor Torino in a single room.

This is the first time I have seen her face not her true face.

She lay quietly on the single bed in the corner of the room, looking about her twenties, with black wavy hair. Her face was beautiful, but she was never weak. Even after falling asleep, her face revealed a sense of leanness, like a trained female long-distance runner.

It's hard for me to imagine the scene where she changed into a white coat and acted as a doctor. She might be more suitable for being a female soldier and then appeared on the military's propaganda poster.

The soldier leaned sideways beside the door and whispered to the other side, "It's her."

I walked to the hospital bed, observed for a while, then stretched out my right hand to spread the eyelids of her left eye.

However, under her eyelids, she was not a real eyeball, but a prosthetic eye. Although the workmanship was realistic, there were differences in details such as moisture.

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

I opened the eyelids of her right eye again. This time, it was real eyeballs. The iris was green, which was basically the same as the iris part of the prosthetic eye.

Two seconds later, I came to the conclusion and said to the soldier: "She is dreaming."

"We know this," the soldier said.

Dream in a dream? Hu Ma seems to be mumbling like this.

"Aren't you worried that she would fall into a dream after being attacked by the undead?" I asked.

"The prophet has checked, and she shows no sign of being attacked by the undead." The soldier seemed to highly respect the prophet and did not doubt the right or wrong of the inspection results. Or maybe he had doubted it, but he would not show it in front of us outsiders.

But according to the existing conditions, if Doctor Turin’s dream at this time was not caused by the undead, it could only be human factors.

Either a psychic who is good at dreaming techniques dragged her into a dream, or she had been trained in a dream, and now she voluntarily entered a dream through the methods obtained from her training.

If it is the former, it means that the prophet is lying, because the former is easily detected by psychics with special skills. In addition, the prophet is the only psychic in the refuge, so it is possible to directly lock in the prophet as the real murderer. However, this possibility is too meager, because dragging a person from reality into a dream is two different from dragging a person from a dream into a dream in terms of procedures.

Unless the prophet knows that this is a dream and masters dream technology, this kind of crime will never be completed.

But if Doctor Torino voluntarily enters a dream, and is in such a dangerous environment, what is her motivation?

Is this related to the fact that we are being dragged into this nightmare?

As someone who came to Aquin Town earlier than us and is likely to have dream training, does she have clues about this? Assuming she has some knowledge, will it help to get out of this nightmare?

After all, the reason why I came to Anxi Town was to find her... I looked at her sleeping face and silently planned my next step.

*

Not long after, we left the room.

The soldiers walked in front and took us to choose the room.

It seems that he really admires the prophet, and he kept talking to us about the power of the prophet on the road. "The nickname of the prophet is not Bai Qi. Although it will be changed soon, I think the nickname is very appropriate. In order to prevent the various disasters after the dead enter the town, he made a lot of preparations in advance. From this department store converted into a shelter, to a large amount of materials stored in advance, to the equipment and tools we use now, the record map of the groundwater route, a series of rules and regulations closely related to survival, etc., covering all aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation... Do you know? He even prepared other spare shelters. If it falls here, other shelters will be activated..."

Seeing that he was so talkative, I took the opportunity to ask, "What did you mention before, the 'enchantment' of the town before?"

"The prophet also said that it is a powerful barrier covering the entire town, which can reject all undead invasions." The soldier said in a strange tone, "and it is now broken. Although it has not disappeared, some undead have already entered the town as it is now."

"Part?" Hu Ma said in surprise, "There weren't enough of those before?"

"Your question is really strange. Although our town is located in a very low-level disaster, if the barrier is really destroyed, how could there be living people here?" said the soldier.

Hu Ma was silent.

"The barrier has been running for a whole hundred years. Whether it is a barrier, a seal, or even a human heart, it will change after a hundred years." The soldier continued, "but people rely too much on the barrier protection, thinking that with the barrier, they can live safely. The prophet doesn't think so. He believes that the barrier will be broken one day. Even if it was fine for a hundred years before, there was no guarantee that tomorrow would be fine."

"He is right," I said.

"So the prophets survived," said the soldier. "The men who looked down upon him were dead."

At this time, a woman in her early twenties walked across from her. She looked like a nun in her clothes. She had taken off her helmet and showed a slightly delicate face. She wore a blue-purple petal hairpin on her black hair.

"Huh? Is this the hairpin of flax flower?" Hu Ma suddenly got sucked away.

The nun was slightly stunned and nodded immediately.

Hu Ma said enthusiastically: "I also like flax flowers. When a savior asked me what nickname I wanted, I originally wanted to choose 'flax', but because I was renamed, I had to change it to Hu..."

"Aren't you called 'white'?" the nun stopped him from continuing.

Hu Ma quickly covered her mouth and smiled embarrassedly.

The nun nodded coldly and left. I thought, if Hu Ma still had that handsome face now, the nun's attitude might have become enthusiastic. But Hu Ma didn't seem to be worried about this, and seemed to have become used to it.

Suddenly, I remembered his lack of self-awareness in reality for his handsome face. He should not really lack self-awareness. It is very likely that in the life of burns day and night, many people were disgusted with his face after burns, and he passedably accepted all this. So much so that after he recovered his appearance, he habitually did not pay attention to others' reactions to his original face. In his opinion, these may be noise.

"Are you interested in nuns?" the soldier smiled and said to Hu Ma, "Give up, she is the woman of the prophet."

"I don't... eh?" Hu Ma was stunned, "but she seemed to be very indifferent to the prophet, right?"

"Some women are like that," the soldier said. "Everyone often sees nuns and prophets enter the room in the corner of the shelter together, and they don't know what the two are doing there. But that must be true."

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

After a while, we also selected the room and the soldiers left.

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

"I don't recommend you go out to find Xu Fu. At least not now." I know what he wants to say, "Didn't the prophet say that? There are other teams that collect materials that have not come back. You should at least wait for them to come back. Maybe Xu Fu will be brought by them, just like us."

"But..." he was struggling.

"And Xu Fu may not be in a dream," I said, "If you act rashly, you will harm yourself."

"But what if?" He was quite persistent.

"Let me do this. I have a way to help you find Xu Fu." I thought about it, "but you must believe me and stay here honestly first."

"What's the solution?" he said curiously.

"Keep confidential," I said, "Believe me."

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

"Then, I'll go out first." As I said that, I looked at him, but I was worried 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 to you."

He nodded again.

"Remember to tell me where I feel uncomfortable."

He nodded repeatedly.

Just as I was thinking about whether there were other things to pay attention to, suddenly, his stomach rang. He quickly covered his stomach and smiled embarrassedly.

I remember when I was collecting supplies, I had gotten canned braised beef. He seemed to like eating this one. So he took it out and threw it to him. He quickly caught it with both hands and thanked him.

"How did I tell you just now?" I asked.

He looked at me stupidly, "Ah?"

Don't give you food to strangers. I originally wanted to tell him this, but I could roughly imagine how he would refute me. I could only sigh in my heart, say goodbye, and leave.

*

After a while, I returned to the underground waterway through the entrance and exit of the shelter and began to prepare for the next step.

I decided to take an adventure.
Chapter completed!