193. Dora

"There's something wrong with this Angie Ribby!"

Stepping out of the clinic and bathed in sunlight, Sulu still felt a chill creeping into her heart.

Although the other party acted normally, there seemed to be something mysterious about them.

in particular...

He stared at the two crystal-clear Blood Bottle in his hand and swallowed hard.

That crystalline color even stirred within him a desire to devour it.

"Blood Therapy? It's finally gone wrong, hasn't it? It's not some weird blood; it's all suitable for transfusing into your own body..."

Sulu felt that if the [Medium] was recklessly courting death in the Spirit World, then Angie, the Blood Therapist, was recklessly courting death on her own body.

The outcome is the same anyway.

"East District... Flesh Polluter... the blood of high-ranking beings... seems to be beyond my capabilities."

He thought about it and decided that it was best not to get involved in the affairs of the East District.

But tonight, we should still investigate Angie's background.

They have the ability to penetrate the mind; their approach to things is that simple and direct!

Before him, no one of lower rank could lie or keep any secrets.

Since they're someone I knew before, I should try to save them if I can. Of course, if it's too dangerous, I'll have to give up.

Night fell.

The Mind World, outside the clinic.

Sulu's spirit lingered there for a long time, but dared not venture in rashly.

Although before him, a lonely island, a secret realm for ordinary people, was clearly laid out.

"The Lone Island Secret Realm represents an extraordinary being, which should be Angie Ribby! As for the ordinary person, could it be her sister Dora?"

"Judging from the glow emanating from the secret realm, her sister's current condition... is not quite right."

Although the truth was within reach, he was hesitant to venture into the secret realm and interrogate the culprits.

"Every layer of the Spirit World is dangerous, but the dangers of the Mind World are far more terrifying than those of the Phantom Spirit World... Anyone's mind may harbor turbulent waves... and even be contaminated by the pollution of other beings..."

Having learned his lesson the hard way, Sulu was most afraid that Angie Ribby's mind had been corrupted by some unknown entity.

If I were to rush in like that, I would surely suffer a terrible backlash.

Although Angie acted normally, Sulu still felt a chill run down her spine when she recalled the other party's behavior during the day.

He thought for a moment, then returned to the real world.

A phantom spirit, like a ghost from legend, entered the clinic's tightly closed doors.

"Both the examination room and the bedroom were very quiet..."

Sulu glanced around and immediately focused his attention on the surgical laboratory, which was illuminated by candlelight.

I remember Angie also took the Blood Bottle from this room during the day.

Inspiration and sensing the level of danger, Sulu passed directly through the wall.

In the dim candlelight, rows of wooden shelves lined the wall, neatly arranged with various Blood Bottle, each labeled with its own label.

"Reindeer, wolves, brown bears, oak... even tree sap?"

Sulu felt a slight jolt of fear again, and then he saw the most eye-catching part of the laboratory.

It was an operating table, and a petite woman was lying on it.

Looking at his face, I was surprised to find that he looked somewhat familiar.

It's Dora!

That female reporter in Posi Port, who had worked with him and exposed the shady meat processing plant!

But now, for some reason, the other person is unconscious, covered with a white sheet, and placed on the operating table.

"Could it be that Angie finally had a mental breakdown and was using her sister as a test subject?"

Sulu shuddered as he imagined the worst-case scenario, pondering whether or not to rescue her.

Just then, the sound of the axle rolling rang out.

Sulu saw Angie Ribby push a cart in; she was dressed casually and looked even more haggard than during the day. "Sister... I've prepared your medicine for today."

She gently approached the operating table, gazing at her only sister with a loving expression, tears welling in her eyes. "You will... you will definitely get better."

Angie picked up the Blood Bottle from the cart and began to administer Blood Therapy to Dora.

It's clear she's done this many times before, and it's done with a certain fluidity.

After the crimson blood was injected into her veins, Dora's originally pale cheeks seemed to regain some color.

Seeing this, Angie finally showed a hint of joy and sat down by his sister's bedside. "Wake up... you're healthy now... ever since that disaster, when you were hit by the landslide, you've been sleeping soundly until now, sweet baby... it's time to get up!"

She called out to her sister so gently, humming an unknown nursery rhyme.

Sulu stood to the side, watching this scene, and for some reason, a chill suddenly ran down his spine.

Because from a different angle, he finally saw Dora in her entirety!

On the operating table... there was only half of the other person's body; the part below the navel had vanished without a trace!

He hadn't noticed before because he was covered by a sheet.

But during the blood transfusion, everything was already laid bare before Sulu's eyes.

"Dora... is dead..."

"Died in a massive landslide, crushed in two?"

"Angie couldn't accept it and kept trying to wake his sister... to reverse her life and death, which was almost impossible..."

He thought Angie Ribby had gone mad and was about to offer some words of comfort when suddenly, his expression froze. "No... In the Mind World, I saw another ordinary person's secret realm, Dora's! She really didn't die?"

Sulu gazed at Dora's somewhat flushed face, his mind racing. "Her consciousness is still barely holding on... It's a miracle! Is it because of the Blood Bottle?"

"But forcibly maintaining the consciousness of a dying being... Don't tell me I can't do it, it's almost impossible for all mid- to low-level professionals, right?"

This isn't some Necromancer who directly extracts the souls of living people to create evil items.

According to Sulu's perception, Dora's body still had a trace of vitality and maintained a consciousness.

However, this awareness is in a state of confusion.

"To put it more vividly... are you in a dream? You can't be woken up, or you'll die?"

Sulu crawled onto the lab bench and carefully inspected it.

It was discovered that Dora indeed lacked her lower body, and the cuts had completely healed, forming a layer of skin.

"What is this... Damn blood, it actually has this kind of power?"

Sulu felt a chill run down his spine, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on him in winter.

"Damn it... damn it..."

He was somewhat bewildered, unsure who to blame. "Damn Evil God, is this toying with a sister's affection?"