As for the reason, there is no need to go out of your way to find it. It is normal to care about friends and acquaintances who have suffered air raids.
The reason why it was not last week was because at that time, in the eyes of ordinary people, the situation in Backlund was still very tense, and a new round of attacks could be encountered at any time. Naturally, everyone could not go out as much as possible.
Forsi had originally prepared a whole set of rhetoric on how to lead the topic to the hospital’s weird stories during the visit, but it was never used. Her teachers, classmates and former colleagues often took the initiative to talk about this after just a few words of small talk. All aspects of the situation, without exception, give people the illusion that similar situations have occurred in all hospitals.
No, Forsi knew that this was not an illusion, so he was inexplicably frightened and suspected that it would cause nightmares at night.
This does not need to be changed much at all. As long as the ending of the patient’s miraculous recovery is changed to the fact that although the physical trauma is healed, the mind is completely insane. It is a good thriller story, and it takes place in a city and city that everyone is familiar with. I often come into contact with hospitals that have a scary atmosphere. The sense of immersion is perfect. I can almost foresee that another best-selling novel is about to be born. I just don’t know if I can handle this subject matter…
Well, the only problem is that the story lacks enough emotion…some female patient lovingly kisses a face covered in mushrooms and weeds? This, isn’t this too curious… Forsi thought as he walked, and unknowingly entered a creative state.
At this moment, her eyes blurred, and she saw a figure walking out of the shadows in front of her, where the gas street lamp could not illuminate her eyes.
The figure was wearing a black trench coat and a half-top hat. He had a face with deep lines and stern features. Except for the lack of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he looked exactly like the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow who traveled across the five seas.
Although Forsi knew that Mr. World would not hunt him and was here to fulfill the contract, he still couldn’t help but tense up, as if he was facing the strictest teacher in his study session.
“Uh, good evening.” Her pace slowed down a bit, but she continued to move forward and said hello.
Klein nodded, without saying anything, turned and walked into the secluded alley on the side. The gas street lamp inside had been destroyed and could not emit any light.
After looking at the dark environment, Forsi also said nothing, lowered his head slightly, and followed Gehrman Sparrow unhurriedly.
Arriving at the depths of the alley, Klein looked around and said in a low voice:
“Ask your teacher for me if he knows Benjamin Abraham. If he does, I want all his information and all the words and pictures he left behind.”
“Uh… Okay, okay.” Fors was quite nervousl