This celestial ordinance was rather domineering.
After quickly sorting out the logic, Fu Qian couldn't help silently marveling.
Every supernatural phenomenon they'd encountered so far was clearly based on insights into the principles governing the celestial sphere.
The sleep-inducing sword from earlier, the masks on the three people's faces, and this unusual method of identification all demonstrated the ordinance's control over nightmares.
Even here, everything still operated according to its rules.
Whether pollution or evil, they were nothing more than filth that could only grow in secret.
"So how many targets actually need to be checked in this nightmare?"
Still impressed, Fu Qian looked around curiously. Through the window, he could clearly see that the hospital was a solemn-looking, multi-story building.
It was small for a world, of course, but spacious enough for a dream setting.
"Twelve."
Perhaps surprised that Fu Qian had grasped the point so quickly, Amira confirmed the number but didn't speak again until now.
"That doesn't sound like too much work. If you really find something, will you handle it as you see fit?"
Fu Qian was showing an enthusiasm that suited his current state perfectly, looking very much like someone who enjoyed watching the drama unfold.
"Yes. This nightmare affects a very small area. What we most want is for fewer and fewer people to appear in it, until it disappears completely."
"Understood. So, according to your investigation, what started this nightmare?"
Amira seemed willing to share, so Fu Qian followed up with another question.
"A very unusual antique. Supposedly, it was a pair of shorts made from a patient's skin. This little club of twelve pooled their money to buy it, and every one of them wore it once."
Even Amira's tone carried a sense of absurdity as she spoke.
Good. Very spirited.
Fu