Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 26 Visiting the patient
The upside down room.

Man in black tricorne hat.

The pupil of one of his eyes is white and the other is blue.

He was wearing a windbreaker that was as black as the night and did not reflect any light. Through the dark color, only the outline of the wearer's body could be seen.

He sat at an antique wooden dining table, wearing white gloves, with a pocket watch on the table.

A huge, red liquid creature with long limbs stood in front of him like a specimen.

A colorful flame was constantly burning on its body, making a "sizzling" sound as water evaporating, but the extremely terrifying monster seemed to be dead and did not make any sound.

Liu Guangyao knew what this creature was, it was the Blood God... He had seen it in his dreams more than once.

In the dark background, a blonde maid with her eyes closed walked out gracefully with a long knife in her hand.

She came to the Blood God who was being roasted by the colorful flames, and used a knife to cut off pieces of his "flesh" piece by piece.

Liu Guangyao didn't know whether he should call it meat, because liquid obviously shouldn't be called meat, but when the liquid was manipulated in the maid's hands, it clearly showed the elastic texture of fresh meat.

The maid placed the steaming meat on a silver plate, then scraped some wax powder from the red wax block on the table and sprinkled it on the plate, and finally brought the plate of meat to the man.

"Thank you, ■■■."

"Please enjoy your meal, Lord ■■."

Liu Guangyao has a headache!
The two strange syllables drilled into his head, like a blunt knife constantly pricking his scalp and scraping his skull, as if an electric drill drilled into his temple, buzzing and stirring his brain evenly. He felt like his head was about to explode!
To die!

I’m going to die if this continues!
“Ahhhhh! Aaaaahhh!!”

Liu Guangyao let out a scream that was not like that of a human, and sat up from the hospital bed with a convulsion. The heart in his chest was beating wildly, and his throat felt the vibration with every beat. Besides the thumping of his heartbeat, the only sound in his ears was a buzzing tinnitus.

The cold sweat all over his body made him look as if he had just been pulled out of the water, and the sheets under him were almost soaked.

He touched the top of his head with his trembling right hand and smoothed down his sparse hair.

What was that dream just now?

It seemed like a person ate the Blood God.

"Crack!"

The door of the ward suddenly opened, and Liu Guangyao was so scared that he started to shudder and let out a strange cry.

The middle-aged man in a white coat walked into the ward and saw Liu Guangyao, who looked pale. He frowned and asked, "Mr. Liu, are you having a nightmare again?"

"Yeah." Liu Guangyao nodded dully.

"Is it the same dream as last time?"

"No, it's not anymore, but it's even stranger."

Xia Shou looked at the half-bald patient in front of him and his brows slowly frowned.

From the moment he entered the ward, he smelled the faint stench of corpses in the air, just like the smell of dead rats that occasionally appeared in the room. He could not find the source after careful searching, but it suddenly appeared when he was about to forget it. Xia Shou had read the other party's information before he came in. This patient was only 25 years old and worked as an accountant. The photo on his work permit showed him as a very handsome and energetic young man, but now he looked as haggard as a middle-aged man in his 40s.

His sparse hair could not cover his acne-covered scalp. His dark circles and bloodshot eyes looked like he had just stayed up all night for three days and three nights. He was on the verge of sudden death. His neck was leaning forward like a turtle, with his cervical vertebrae bent into an unhealthy arc.

"Mr. Liu, this is Dr. Xia, who holds a PhD in both psychology and biology." Doctor Wang introduced him, giving Xia Shou an extraordinary title.

Xia Shou nodded: "Can you show me the condition of your arm?"

Liu Guangyao sighed tiredly and untied the bandages on his arms one by one, revealing his blue-black skin. An unbearable stench emanated from under the bandages. It was the stench that would be emitted from a severely decayed corpse!
"No consciousness?" Xia Shou asked.

"There's still a little bit, and you can feel it if you touch it," said Liu Guangyao.

Wang Long stood beside Xia Shou and whispered, "We have taken samples. The nerves have died and the cells have stopped metabolizing. However, blood from other parts of the body can still circulate through the right hand."

In other words, what is now connected to this person is a completely necrotic and rotting arm, and this arm is still a whole with the body and is part of the body's blood circulation. Healthy blood flows through the rotten blood vessels and then returns to the normal body.

In this situation, will nothing go wrong?

"How did you find out?" Xia Shou asked.

Wang Long shook his head: "When he came to see the doctor, his hand had completely lost its activity, even the nerve reflexes were gone, and he should have been amputated.

But the strange thing is that he could still move his fingers a little at that time, so he asked you to come.

In addition, he suffers from severe insomnia, and every time he has a nightmare, he dreams of the same scene. This is the picture he drew based on his dream.”

Xia Shou took over a stack of papers. On the papers was a picture of an upside-down room. A strange creature with long limbs was squatting in the center of the room. The hair-like lines emanating from the alien's head covered half of the ceiling and floor of the room like ivy.

After seeing this painting, Xia Shou suddenly knew why the Control Bureau sent him to deal with this matter. The creature in the portrait was the blood demon, so the abnormality of this person's arm was probably related to the blood demon.

But wasn't the blood demon killed and eaten by himself? Why hasn't the abnormal incident ended yet?
"Can you tell me about your dream?" Xia Shou sat down beside the bed.

Liu Guangyao stared down at the white bed sheet and said in a daze, "I dreamed that I was being chased at home, but all the furniture in the house was upside down, the ceiling was under my feet, the ground was above my head, and I was the only one at home.

A man I don’t know broke into my house to kill me. He didn’t kill me right away. He first caught me and tied me to the bed, then cut off my right hand. Then…then he took my right hand and did something with it. After a while, he came back and killed me.”

"Were your hands like this in your dream?"

"No, in the dream my hands were fine."

"Can you draw me a portrait of the person who killed you?" Xia Shou said.

Doctor Wang Long explained, "He can't remember what the person in his dream looked like."

"No, I seem to remember it now." Liu Guangyao murmured, picked up the paper and pen on the bedside table, and began to draw slowly.

While he was painting, Xia Shou was waiting quietly by his side.

Halfway through the painting, Liu Guangyao suddenly asked Xia Shou, "Doctor, have we met before? I always feel that you look familiar."

"I think this should be the first time we meet." Xia Shou replied.

(End of this chapter)