Chapter 162 Perfect Resurrection

"Since there is no objection, let's continue." Xing Ze said, "Edwin, tell me about your plan. There are still people present who may not know it."

The female scholar nodded and briefly explained what she had explained to Xing Ze in the basement that night. Of course, she hid Benson's notes.

"That is to say, we are not only facing the Death Eaters, but also the Invisible Church of the Avery family, and the Sabbat Order?" John concluded, "For Merlin's sake, I didn’t know I was in such a dangerous situation.”

"Don't worry." Xing Ze interjected, "Key Hall employees enjoy very good death benefits."

"Hell, don't say such depressing words." John took a sip of wine, "You've always had a good mouth."

Ai Li had heard Xing Ze say something about this before, so she was relatively calm. She asked, "Then what clues do we have at hand now?"

Reko took out a red candy from his pocket, "This, beautiful lady. We found out that the Oil Gang in Knockturn Alley has been making this strange hallucinogen."

John glanced at it and asked, "Did you find this in Ravenska Village?"

"It was found at the house of the missing painter Harvey," Xing Ze explained. "Since the Oil Gang was almost completely wiped out, I guess the absconding plague doctor Richter may have appeared in the town."

West leaned forward to see the things on the table clearly, and asked, "Can you show it to me?"

"Of course, please." The poet pushed the thing in his direction.

The therapist reached for the bag, took out a hallucinogen and smelled it, and then said to Xing Ze: "Mr. Xing Ze, it seems that we need to discuss my research in advance."

Everyone's attention turned to West. The gloomy therapist cleared his throat and continued: "Psychedelics are often used by us to stimulate and enhance the abilities of those who enter dreams."

"Um - can you be more clear?" Reko interjected.

"Of course, Mr. Albin, of course." West nodded, "To put it simply, this thing is like our magic wand for those who can contact dreams. It can enhance the user's connection with dreams.

"Hanno's research shows that giving dreamers a certain dose of hallucinogens can make them more stable when they are exposed to dreams. Based on what you just said, in my opinion, these specially prepared hallucinogens are Inspire ordinary people to respond to dreams."

John suddenly thought of something and said to Xing Ze: "Remember? Boy, you told me at the beginning that the reason why those bastards added human flesh to the medicine was to make people crazy.

"You and I were puzzled at first, but now the problem is finally solved. They are not creating madmen, but screening those who can contact the dream.

"Well - Mr. West, what are the names of those who can contact dreams?"

"Dreamers, when they are fully adapted to the connection of dreams, we call them dream travelers."

"Okay, whatever they call them. What's the use of these people? Apart from traveling to Dreamland from time to time and bringing back some rumors."

West put the red candy back into the bag and replied: "As long as there are enough people and let them dream together at the same time, the connection between the real world and the dream can be strengthened. This can open a passage to the dream, or it can Some things from dreams are brought to this world.”

"Is this my grandfather's theory?" Edwin asked.

"Yes, Miss Edwin." West nodded, "This is Hanno's theory, but in my opinion, these people may have other uses."

"For example, use it as food for others on their way to ascension?" Xing Ze continued.

The therapist paused and then agreed: "Yes, that's right, Mr. Xing Ze. It seems that you have indeed read my research carefully."

"Ascension?" John frowned, "This word reminds me of some bad things. I remember that both Waxy Face and Smiley Charlie were talking about this."

"Explain it, Mr. Ackerman." Ellie motioned for West to continue.

"This is quite complicated to say, but to put it simply, as long as we can resist the pollution of dreams, we can receive the gift of dreams, and thus be reborn, and eventually become god-like existences.

"And in this process of continuous evolution, or rebirth, sufficient nutrients are needed to support it. And those who have been contaminated by dreams and come into contact with dreams are the best nutrients."

Hearing this, Xing Ze suddenly understood. He murmured: "That's what happened to the people imprisoned in that arena. They were forced to use hallucinogens so that they could access dreams and become nourishment."

"That's right, that's what the Oil Gang was doing out there," West said.

John's hand gripped the wine glass tightly, his knuckles began to turn white, and the expression on his face was extremely cold.

There was no good look on the other people's faces. Only West, the somewhat crazy therapist, still maintained his calmness and calmness.

"But...but what I want to say is," he continued, "what I want to say is, everyone. They may still be conducting other experiments."

"What do you mean?" John asked doubtfully.

"My research, everyone. After my mentor retired, in addition to leading his project, I was also studying the resurrection of the dead."

"Resurrection of the dead?" cried the poet, "like a ghoul in a cemetery, or a flying vampire?"

"No, neither of them." West shook his head. "I am researching a living person. Not those monsters that seem alive but are actually dead."

"Are you talking about real resurrection?" Edwin asked tentatively, "Let a dead person come back to life? With the original memory, normal body, and soul?"

"Yes. That's right."

Ellie frowned and interrupted, "This is impossible, Mr. Ackerman. Although it is a bit offensive to say this, in my opinion, resurrecting a dead person is simply nonsense."

"No, dear lady." West showed a weird smile on his face, "In theory, this is feasible."

"According to your theory, the brain needs to be placed in, uh, a container filled with nutrient solution." Xing Ze interrupted.

"That's right. In addition, I am also designing a new magic instrument that can provide vision, hearing and smell for the brain in the tank. At the same time, it converts brain waves into sound.

"But this is not perfect enough, everyone. Although I have always believed that the most valuable thing in a person is the brain, and the body is just a burden. But a living person needs a body.

"So I have been researching to develop a perfect human body that can accommodate the brain. I have considered cloning, but with current technology, it is not possible to perfectly replicate a human body.

"So I turned my attention to dreams, where there are always things beyond our understanding. After several years of hard work, I did find a new idea.

"Most things in dreams have extremely strong regenerative abilities. Among them, there is a creature that is easier to summon and also has a good regenerative ability."

"You mean the Invisible Son?" Yidwin asked.

"Ah, yes, that's it." West laughed even harder.

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