Chapter 9: little robin

Chapter 9: little robin

For a while, Igna didn't know how to use words to describe the situation in front of him.

Indeed, in front of him was a ward on the fourth floor.

However, there were no patients in this ward.

Instead, there are limp, blood-stained linen "cloth heads" all over the floor.

They are stacked on top of each other. It was like some discarded clothing was thrown away in a dusty room.

However, everyone present knew that these were not "clothes", let alone discarded fabrics.

They are all "heads".

Those headless patients have "heads".

Most of the cloth heads were limp on the ground like discarded cloth, but there were also a small part of the cloth wriggling and bulging on the hospital bed, with a hoarse human voice, making a sound like imitating the dripping of water droplets.

"Puluuuu-"

"Tick tock-"

"A rustling--"

The sounds of things that could not be seen clearly in the darkness, now seeing their true faces, still made Igna feel a chill down his spine.

Aren't these the "heads" of those patients?

why why……

They have left their bodies, can they still make such a sound?

Igna's expression was not good-looking.

Justice and the magician who saw the specific scene in the room also fell silent for a moment.

Even Mr. Xingxing did not speak.

After a long while, Mr. Xingxing said.

"There are many 'people' who can 'dream' here." Mr. Xing Xing laughed.

His voice was somewhat playful and mocking, and if you ignored the surprise, it might give people the illusion of being confident.

"Perhaps, someone wants to know, what dreams are they having?"

Igna's eyes widened slightly.

Is Mr. Star kidding?

Although, whether Ignatius will dream about these "heads". Will "dream" something and be curious.

But is this something that can be explored at will?

Igna will never forget the bizarre abilities of those big-headed patients.

And the utterly incomprehensible and inexplicable language in their mouths that was constantly muttering.

And the vertigo-inducing slurries that burst out of these blood-stained sackcloth heads.

Or, as a demigod night watchman, is there a way to know the content of the dream without being polluted?

"So, Mr. Xingxing, do you know what kind of dreams those 'heads' have?" Justice asked with a smile.

"I don't know." Xingxing spread his hands and smiled at Igna, "But, I think maybe someone may have a way to know."

Igna saw the stars and turned his attention to himself.

What does it mean?

In order not to cause unnecessary misunderstanding, Ignat said honestly: "I don't know, and I don't dare to explore."

"Perhaps you have a way to know what dreams they are dreaming without being contaminated?"

Xingxing raised his eyebrows and spread his hands again.

He acts as if to say "Do you think it's possible?"

"Ms Marianne, is that you?"

However, a small voice interrupted Mr. Xingxing's next words.

And this small voice that seemed to belong to a little girl also caused everyone present to fall into silence for a while.

Yes, they are talking. However, there was not a single novice present.

However, before the "little girl" made a sound, no one present realized that there were "creatures" that could interrupt their conversation in the small room they were in.

Perhaps, as to whether it is a "biological", this point needs to be questioned?

The magician and justice immediately turned their attention to the source of the sound.

Ignatius and the stars looked in opposite directions.

After confirming that the surroundings were safe and that it was not some monster that was making noises, Xingxing made a gesture to Justice.

And Miss Justice, who was wearing a knight uniform that was easy to move, and a mask walked slowly forward.

She approached cautiously.

Approached the linen head that was farther in the room, on the floor, but seemed to be "standing" rather than "spreading," or, more properly, "squirming" and "breathing."

"Ms. Marianne, is that you?" the small, little girl-like voice asked again.

Justice did not speak.

But I don't know if it was the behavior of the "audience" that made the "little girl" feel the change in the environment. Her words changed.

Her tone was a little cheery: "Ms. Marianne, you see, I'm a little robin now."

The cloth head seems to be to speak, or to express his happiness, and the frequency and amplitude of the squirming have become larger. Her voice seemed to come from far away, as if dangling in a closed container.

Hearing the little girl's words, Justice felt a little dizzy.

However, she is an experienced audience, and she is fully prepared when she is close to the little girl. She first created a virtual personality with only a mechanical mind on her spiritual island, and let this virtual personality listen to the words of the little girl.

At the same time, he is blindfolded, "monitoring" the situation of the spiritual island from the spiritual level. Prevent pollution from the source.

And Justice found that when she heard the little girl's words, her spiritual island seemed to be slightly affected.

That's not pollution.

To describe it more specifically, it should be referred to as "resonance".

"Little girl", or, in other words, this blood-stained "cloth head" that can survive without the body and can speak has a special ability.

In addition to being able to keep his consciousness alive in the "cloth head", in terms of language, he also seems to have a little divine power.

The convincing "charm" that is somewhat similar to the "Sheriff" has been strengthened.

Why does this "little girl" have such abilities?

Before she became like this, she had similar abilities of a demigod or above? Or is it a special skill that she only had after she became "like this"?

Based on the information only available nowjustice" is impossible to judge.

Because this space is a section of the Quaternary. In the fourth era, perhaps the children of the angel family can have enough abilities to show at a young age.

Justice, however, prefers the latter guess.

In this space, there are many examples of strange abilities obtained because of "experiments". In the beginning, the test proposed by Ignatius Abraham Jr. served as a small example.

"Robin?" asked Justice.

"What do you think? Lady Marianne," said the cloth head, wriggling. "Can I curl up and become an egg?"

When the "justice" above his own soul island heard the words of "girl", he felt the vibration of the soul island again.

The vibration was like a wave of smoke.

"What do you think?" After thinking about it, Justice returned the question to the cloth head, "Do you think it's okay?"

The cloth head was silent for a while.

"Ms Marianne, is that you?" she asked again. "Look, Miss Marianne, I'm a little robin now."

This head is not a thing that exists.

- is the repetition of memory.

As an audience, justice can be judged quickly.

The "head" spoke in exactly the same tone as before. Moreover, she also remembered that little Abraham did tell her about such a situation.

However, such a situation made her feel that the dream, or the "space", was very unfathomable.

Even a memory projection that was pulled out of memory and not actually existed has such energy.

The master of this space, or the existence that endows these heads with energy, how terrifying is the existence?

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