Chapter 1723 Bitter Fruit (XII)

"Very good."

Maintaining the same interval, when Dorian stubbornly knocked for the fourth time, Fu Qian finally nodded slightly and let him fall.

As a pragmatic atheist, his calmness index deserves recognition.

The reason for the change in action just now was very simple. He reacted before the counterattack was completed. He could not deal with the person who could grab the neck like that with physical skills.

So almost instantly, he decided to express his restraint and willingness to communicate in this way.

Although the communication was actually over.

Fu Qian believed that this casual reminder would be very helpful to help him recognize his own situation.

"...Who are you-I look forward to your good news."

Sure enough, Dorian who landed only struggled to utter a few words, and then quickly corrected himself, and no longer made any more impolite inquiries.

And Fu Qian's reaction was that he did not even take advantage of his change in attitude to ask more questions, and walked away with the puppet in his hand.

I am the king of the abandoned prison. Affinity is one thing, but I still suggest you put yourself in the right position.

The nature of this mission is special, and the scale needs to be quite particular, but it does not mean simply keeping a low profile.

A mysterious, powerful, unknown, moody stranger, I believe that such a performance may have a greater impact on the situation than directly killing Dorian.

Although the containment target still has not appeared.

I hope that Dr. Dorian will bring more surprises to me next.

…

It is indeed daytime, but the clouds in the sky are still dense without leaving any gaps.

The door of the clinic is closed behind him, and Fu Qian looks at the scene outside.

At this moment, he is in a human gathering area with a style similar to that inside the clinic.

Copper railings, stone walls, red bricks, not very high buildings, completely classical style, without a trace of modernity.

And the atmosphere is completely in line with Brother Dorian's description.

On the criss-crossing, slightly narrow streets, no human can be seen walking.

At the same time, all kinds of broken tiles and windows, and even traces of wooden houses being burned down, make people wonder if this is to get a moment of light in the "dark night".

Walking in the ruins where one could almost smell fear, Fu Qian soon found a building with a round dome among the various roof tiles.

Without a doubt, it was exactly the same as the one he had seen in the healing dream just now.

So much so that just standing here and looking at it, one could outline the scene inside in his mind.

The sanctuary of Akons, an abandoned building of faith.

According to Dorian, Hilaria, who was also rejected in the dream, had been holding on there.

…

It was indeed a magical place.

Walking on the not-so-tidy streets, although the sight was almost devastated, Fu Qian, who was always good at finding bright spots, still quickly exclaimed.

The reason was also simple. At this moment, the clear dream in his hand was surprisingly in an open state.

Although he had escaped from the healing dream, this place still did not look like a place that would exist in reality.

However, surprisingly, the ring could not only really be activated, but the dream formed was surprisingly stable.

Even with the eyes of the dream master, it was difficult to make too many nitpicks.

Not only is he not repulsive, he is even somewhat dream-friendly.

Although in this way, the diagnosis and treatment plan designed by Dorian seems much more reasonable, it also makes people more curious about what this place is.

In addition, although the appearance is dilapidated, Dorian is right. This place that seems to have been somewhat prosperous still has people, but they are scattered behind those tightly closed doors and windows.

Even when he passed the burning embers of the wooden house, Fu Qian could clearly confirm that there were eyes peeping out from the gap of the curtains on the second floor of the street corner not far away.

The footsteps that were not deliberately restrained were obviously too loud in this dead place.

And Fu Qian's reaction to this was to greet that side in a friendly way.

Unfortunately, almost instantly, the gap that was only one finger wide was completely closed from the inside.

As Dorian said, everyone's sense of security is very poor.

Fu Qian naturally didn't mind this little impoliteness, and even closed the clear dream the next moment to avoid accidentally disturbing others.

When he finally passed by the building, Fu Qian easily noticed that there were some inharmonious marks on the window frame of the small window.

It was as if something on it had been violently wiped off.

...

It was not surprising that they were so pious that they named this place after the gods, so it was normal for the building to have more religious elements.

It seemed that the Lord Akons had been abandoned to a very deep degree, and it was suspected that even such traces had been deliberately removed.

The foundation of this place was not absolutely flat. While understanding and analyzing, Fu Qian had already stepped on a stone staircase and walked uphill.

In fact, this is why the church can be seen at a glance. Its height is not so exaggerated, but it is almost at the highest position on the ground.

And from this angle, there are no obvious signs of damage.

It seems that everyone still has a grasp of the scale. Even if the gods do not show up, they still do not really run to the gods' head and offend them.

Of course, this is just a preliminary observation, and the specific situation inside is not yet certain-

Fu Qian's comments were delayed for a while, because his observation was affected at that moment.

The sky, which was originally gloomy, suddenly turned dark.

There was really no sign.

There was no change in his pace, and Fu Qian's curiosity about this place increased.

After experiencing this sudden change, being trapped in a familiar darkness, it is undoubtedly easy to associate with that "it".

However, Fu Qian was not prepared to change his route at all, and he continued to move towards the highest point.

Speaking of this behavior, it was inexplicably consistent with the healing dream - hiding in the church when it gets dark.

Of course, this time, it seems that only he is doing this.

The living people in the surrounding buildings seemed to have only lit up weak lights, or hiding behind thick curtains.

"Excuse me."

With this sigh, Fu Qian finally arrived in front of the special wall.

The iron gate on it was even half open, so that he could reach the church archway with an unimpeded posture and push it open at will.

While the polite greetings were going on, a figure lying on the ground in the empty building looked over in surprise.

She was wearing a black gauze dress, pale and slender. It was undoubtedly Hilaria.

The only difference was that the style of her dress was much more conservative - compared to the one in his hand.

As Fu Qian lowered his head to confirm, he easily noticed that the person's eyes were also fixed on the doll.