Chapter 101
Click! Click! Click...
The huge instrument made a low mechanical sound.
A piece of paper slowly spit out from the gap in the exposed line.
Prout immediately stepped forward.
Grab the paper in your hands.
Her eyes wandered over the paper.
The more I look.
The frown became tighter.
Devereaux stood aside.
His eyes wandered on Prout's face.
He wanted to ask how it would turn out.
But Prout's expression made him swallow the question back.
After a few seconds.
She finally looked away from the paper.
But he glanced at Devereux.
This glance made Devereaux's heart tighten—that gaze.
With unspeakable complexity.
Seems to be doubtful.
It seems to be worry.
Even a little... weird?
Prout took a deep breath.
As if trying to organize his thoughts.
Then.
She put the paper down.
Turn around.
Try to keep your tone as relaxed as possible.
"I'm sorry, kid. I can't make a judgment alone in your situation. I need to discuss it with the department director. Can you please wait a moment?"
Without waiting for Devereux's answer.
She was already walking quickly towards the door.
He pushed open the heavy iron door decisively.
The door hinge made a low creaking sound.
Then closed it hard.
Bang!
The room fell silent again.
Devereaux was stunned for a moment.
Stand still.
Prout's performance just now... was really too abnormal.
He looked around.
The furnishings in the small room still looked cold.
The huge and ancient instrument in the corner was silent.
It seemed that it was not the one who spit out the piece of paper just now.
"What exactly is going on?"
Devero muttered under his breath.
His eyes couldn't help but glance at the instrument.
And the piece of paper that Prout had just confirmed five times.
What exactly was written on it?
"If you don't give me the whole 'Devereaux-Alexander Syndrome,' then I'll be making history."
The corner of Devereux's mouth twitched as he thought about it.
As for the split soul mentioned by Plaut.
It's not like he doesn't care at all.
but.
Look at her tone.
There should be a way to cure this thing.
Just didn't know about this situation.
Will the bonus times of his spell proficiency card be included in the calculation...
Think of this.
Devereaux couldn't help but recall the previous scenes in his mind.
Mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and howling curses.
The soul seems to be overwhelmed by the violent fluctuations.
He smiled wryly and shook his head.
If you really want to count all of these.
I am afraid that my soul has already been broken into pieces.
"Forget it, don't think about this anymore, the hospital will find a solution."
He chuckled to himself under his breath.
Get these thoughts out of your head.
Look around.
Devereux's eyes stayed on the small desk beside him.
There is a nameplate there:
it says.
Melinda Price.
Spell Damage Receptionist and Unforgivable Curse Healer.
"The Healer of the Unforgivable Curse?"
Devereux raised an eyebrow.
There was a glimmer of interest in Plaut's background.
"For someone who can do this job, the terms must not be simple, right? Well, let's look back and see what abilities she has."
He glanced around again.
Except for the instrument in this room.
There seemed to be nothing else worth investigating.
Devereaux walked over to the instrument.
He looked at it carefully.
Now it is dormant.
Those mercury spikes surrounding the stardust ball have long been withdrawn.
The whole instrument looked deserted.
It even makes people wonder if it is still "alive".
He tentatively touched the casing of the instrument with his hand.
Cold and silent.
No matter how he observed it.
None of the instruments responded.
"Where's the switch?"
He frowned.
Trying to remember what Prout did just now.
However.
She didn't seem to have any particular steps to "activate" the instrument.
Although Devereux is a [Genius Rod Maker] plus [Prank Inventor].
But this kind of medical equipment is still a bit out of scope for him.
Devereux scratched his head.
He walked helplessly around the instrument.
Still nothing.
suddenly.
He stopped.
Rolling his eyes.
I have an idea in my mind.
He walked to the door.
Gently open the door a crack.
Carefully, he poked his head out.
Look left and right.
It is confirmed that Prout has not returned yet.
Devereaux then sat down cross-legged directly in front of the instrument.
He adjusted his breathing.
I instantly entered a meditative state.
That's right.
Devereaux wanted to use his senses to see the internal structure of this instrument.
After all, it is an instrument that can explore the state of the human soul.
It's quite interesting for Devereux.
certainly.
There are threats inside the hospital outside the door now.
Therefore, Devereux did not dare to put all his perception into the sensing instrument.
I still put some of it in the corridor outside.
In order to be aware of danger at any time.
As the breathing rhythm gradually stabilizes.
The mist-like perception slowly spreads.
Surrounding the instrument and the corridor outside.
Deveraux carefully focused most of his perception on the inside of the instrument.
The filamentous sense of touch was like a flexible probe.
It gradually probed into the gaps in the lines on the surface of the instrument.
Instantly.
He was enveloped by an illusion as if he had fallen into an endless abyss.
The inside of the instrument was completely dark.
There was no light.
He could only rely on the shape and texture of the filaments to distinguish everything around him.
However, it was an unactivated instrument.
It was normal to have such an effect.
So Deveraux continued to go deeper.
Gradually.
He discovered an extremely complex network of lines inside the instrument.
These lines were entangled and extended.
Like a huge spider web.
And the hidden patterns on the surface of the instrument.
It was also the externalized part of these lines.
"Strange, why do wizards' equipment use so many cables? Isn't this a Muggle trick?"
He frowned.
It felt that this thing was somewhat incompatible with traditional wizard creations.
Deveraux followed these lines and went deeper into the interior.
The perception filaments continued to advance along the lines.
Finally, they touched a core component - all the lines seemed to lead there.
He could feel it clearly.
The lines used to connect the stardust ball.
A round thing was connected below.
Gradually.
He couldn't help but put all his perception on the exploration of this instrument.
After confirming that all the lines were connected to this component.
After confirming that no other places were missed.
Deveraux let the perception threads begin to explore the component.
Bump.
Depression.
Bump.
Depression.
...
Deveraux tried to explore its surface.
He found that it was unusually smooth.
Soft to the touch.
But full of strange irregularities - this didn't look like any precision-processed magic tool.
More like some kind of naturally formed existence.
The perception continued to slide.
He found that the round component was covered with tiny holes.
Densely packed.
Creepy.
"These holes... what are they used for? Is there a more complex structure inside?"
Deverot couldn't help but grit his teeth.
Controlling the perception thread.
Carefully going deep into those holes.
At this moment, something strange happened!
A pair of eyes flashed in his mind without warning - gray and lifeless, empty without a trace of life.
"Damn!"
Deverot woke up suddenly.
The whole body seemed to be hit by something.
Jumped from the ground.
Knocked over the chair behind him.
Almost flipped the desk.
He gasped.
Cold sweat all over his back.
The look of the eyes just now was still lingering in his mind.
"Did they... put a person into the instrument?"
He muttered to himself.
Staring at the instrument with wide eyes.
His breathing became more and more rapid.
The instrument still stood quietly in place.
As if nothing had happened.
At this time.
Click!
Devereux raised his head suddenly.
It was the sound of footsteps falling!
[Hunter]'s intuition told him.
There's someone outside the door!