Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 268, Section 267: Admirsol

In the latter half of the night, Klein kept having fragmented nightmares.

Sometimes in his dreams he becomes Klein Moretti, the one who was controlled by the Antigonus family notes before he traveled back in time and shot him in the head; other times he becomes Nix Miller, hanging from a street lamp.

Sometimes he confronts the monster that Riel Bieber has become, and sometimes he lies alone in a dark hospital room, with expressionless, livid, and swaying "dried flesh" corpses hanging everywhere in the corridor outside...

Bizarre images and scenes are mixed in between dreams and reality. Sometimes Klein wakes up suddenly and it takes several minutes to distinguish that he is in the real world and not in those terrifying dreams.

The relentless nightmares of that night meant that when Klein woke up the next day, he didn't feel the refreshed feeling that comes with a full night's sleep; instead, he felt pain in every nerve in his brain.

"It sounds like some kind of aftereffect of seeing that painting."

Pedigris pondered for a moment, then spoke.

"Perhaps that painting gave you some kind of shock. After all, it's 'knowledge' that a high-ranking figure in the Diviner's Path sends indiscriminately to all extraordinary individuals in the entire Path through some kind of mystical means. Although we can be sure that this knowledge is uncontaminated, it's normal that there are other hidden dangers and problems..."

"After all, I am a seeker of secrets, not a diviner."

Klein had faint dark circles under his eyes, a lingering effect of waking up intermittently and then drifting back to sleep last night.

Klein had been having trouble falling asleep after his first dream, but once he lay down in bed, he drifted off to sleep again...

And so it went. Each nightmare felt like it had actually happened, and it would often take Klein a while to calm down after waking up, but the mental exhaustion would make him fall back into a deep sleep.

Then I was startled awake again.

"Go book an appointment with a psychologist this afternoon."

“I will inform the captain and the people at Tingen University about this issue. Your case is quite special…”

As he said this, Pedigra suddenly seemed to remember something and added, "By the way, you can also check other health issues while you're at it. You haven't had your pre-employment physical yet, so you can take this opportunity to do it."

"Ok."

Klein nodded.

in the afternoon.

Department of Psychiatry, St. Peter's Hospital.

Klein, dressed in a hospital gown, followed behind the psychiatric nurse who was leading the way.

On the lawn outside the psychiatric building, they saw again the man Klein had seen before, the one with a thick, golden beard and childlike golden eyes.

"Who is that?"

He asked the nurse who was with him with some curiosity.

The nurse glanced in that direction, then quickly looked away.

She said in a flat tone, “A resident psychiatric patient, well, a mental patient with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and schizophrenia. It’s best not to get close to him easily, Mr. Moretti, it will bring you misfortune.”

"A resident patient suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder and schizophrenia... Come to think of it, I think I heard the nurse call him number three last time?"

It's not some kind of "persecution complex" after all?

Klein was somewhat surprised.

"Are there many resident patients in the psychiatric ward?"

Led by the nurse, Klein walked into the psychiatric building with her, took the elevator, and went upstairs.

During this time, Klein didn't see much patient activity. A few patients in hospital gowns ran away as if they had seen a cat when they saw Klein and the nurses, whimpering pitifully.

He does look quite ill...

When the nurse heard Klein's question, she simply shook her head. "Not many. The vast majority of patients admitted to our hospital's psychiatry department are either regular patients who can get through things on their own with just the guidance of a psychologist, or critically ill patients whose mental state is poor and whose physical and mental defenses have collapsed, requiring surgical treatment."

The former does not require resources in the psychiatric ward, while the latter has most likely already gone out of control and become a monster. Even if rescued, it will become a monster whose appearance is not suitable for walking outside.

"The resident patient is..."

"Mr. Moretti, we've arrived."

Before Klein could finish his question, the elevator doors opened, and they arrived at the psychiatrist's office on the seventh floor. The nurse stepped out first.

"Mr. Neil, your psychologist appointment is Dr. Admisor. Please come with me."

Klein quickly realized that the nurse who brought him there didn't want to discuss the issue of resident patients.

"The only resident patient I know of right now is that member of the Secret Society who was driven mad by fear."

If I had to name one, there's actually another one: Patient Number Three, who's been spacing out on the lawn downstairs...

However, Dr. Admisor?

“I think I’ve met Dr. Admisor twice before. The first time was in the inpatient ward, when he was still a patient suffering from paranoia and schizophrenia… The second time was in the psychiatry ward, and in just a few days, he went from being a mental patient to a psychiatrist who could treat others’ mental illnesses…”

However, this is a society with extraordinary powers. If Admiral was once a mind reader and later advanced to a Sequence 7 psychiatrist, receiving treatment and quickly getting rid of his bad state, it is not impossible.

Klein sensed something odd about the location, but he didn't mention his request to change psychiatrists.

This is Tingen, this is St. Peter's Hospital, a city protected by angels, where at least on the surface, many things won't be a problem.

Following the nurse who was leading the way, Klein arrived at the door of a consultation room at the end of the corridor on the fifth floor.

A sign hung above the door, written in Rune: “Clinic Room 17, Psychiatrist: Admitso’s Office”.

The nurse knocked on the door, and after hearing a "Come in" from inside, the nurse and Klein entered the place labeled as Clinic 17.

“Dr. Admitso, this is Klein Moretti.”

"Okay, please."

Even wearing a white coat couldn't hide the fact that Dr. Admisor looked like a young man, though he exuded a slightly颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of listlessness, apathy, or a lack of maturity) air about him. Klein sat down in front of Dr. Admisor, who appeared remarkably young and somewhat naive, seemingly lacking in social experience, and carefully observed him, but he didn't notice anything unusual about the doctor.

When Dr. Admisor saw that it was Klein Moretti, there seemed to be a flicker of emotion in his eyes, but he quickly and perfectly concealed that fleeting emotion.

He picked up his pen and medical record, and asked in a procedural manner:

"Mr. Moretti, your doctor said you've been having nightmares frequently lately?"

"There's no need to worry about leaks. St. Peter's Hospital is a medical institution that maintains a good working relationship with the Night Watchers of the Church of the Night. We will uphold the silence rules that exist in Tingen City and will not disclose the privacy of any patient."

“You can consider me an outsider whose fate has no intersection with yours.”

……

After Klein Moretti left the consultation room, Dr. Admisor had just stood up. He had just finished a psychotherapy session and was slightly tired, preparing to rest for a while, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Is there anything else, Klein Moretti?
Such a thought flashed through Admiral's mind. He sat back down in his seat and said:
"Please come in."

The door was opened from the outside.

Dr. Admisor looked at the woman with a gentle face and long brown hair that reached her waist, and he suddenly stood up, exclaiming in surprise:
"Your Excellency the Dean!"

“No need to panic, Dr. Admisor,” the woman who entered from outside said with a light laugh. “It seems you’re starting to get used to the power of the Outsider’s Gift…”

Dr. Admitso lowered his head in trepidation, his voice trembling slightly, "Yes, yes, thank you, St. Peter, for the psychoanalysis and treatment you provided, which allowed me to regain my senses and no longer be trapped in that state of mental confusion and loss of reason..."

"To see the truth of the world, to understand the future trend, and to become a puppet of fate—this is what 'outsiders' need to see clearly, and what 'outsiders' need to accept." The woman with the gentle face spoke in a kind voice, with the tenderness of a mother holding her baby.

“Mr. Klein Moretti is a rather important patient of ours, Dr. Admisor.”

"Yes, yes, Your Excellency Dean, I will do my best to treat him and stabilize his mental state..."

The woman, who seemed like a mother, nodded slightly and said softly, "Yes, always being concerned about the patient's mental state is clearly something a qualified psychologist should do."

Dr. Admiral clenched his fists nervously, but quickly relaxed them. "Yes, Your Excellency the Dean."

"very good."

The woman, like a mother, looked tenderly at the young man in front of her, who was born half a "monster," with a high level of inspiration. He could often see things he shouldn't see and hear things he shouldn't hear, so he often talked nonsense and was often hurt.

You need to understand.

"Everything we do, all our actions, all the fate we see and cannot see, all the actions we understand and cannot understand—"

"It is both destiny and fate."

-

When Klein took the elevator down, no nurse accompanied him.

The soundproofing of the psychiatric ward in St. Peter's seemed quite good; even though there were some resident patients, Klein didn't hear any shouting, hysterical yelling, or screaming.

"There's no electrotherapy like the Thunder God... In an extraordinary world, many things don't need to be so complicated."

With a sufficient number of doctors, and the extraordinary St. Peter's Hospital, it should be able to handle most of the diseases that Klein couldn't solve before his transmigration.

The elevator descended, and when it passed the sixth floor, Klein glanced at the elevator's floor display, but the elevator quickly reached the fifth floor.

The elevator doors on the sixth floor did not open this time.

He hadn't been able to see clearly whose ward was on the sixth floor last time, but the iron ring at the door of the first ward and the painting at the door of the second ward left a deep impression on Klein.

"But this is St. Peter's Hospital, so let's not be so adventurous."

After all, no matter how curious he was, Klein knew that curiosity killed the cat.

The elevator quickly reached the first floor, and no one used it while Klein was descending.

As he walked out of the psychiatric ward, he was bathed in warm sunlight, which slightly dispelled the slight chill that had involuntarily crept onto him.

Bathed in sunlight, Klein saw Patient Number Three sitting on the lawn in front of the psychiatric ward, holding a strange doll with five heads, a thick golden beard, and golden eyes, idly fiddling with the toy in his hand.

Klein recalled the nurse's answer earlier.

"Patients with certain obsessive-compulsive disorder and schizophrenia are different from other regular and severely ill patients; they require long-term treatment in the psychiatric ward..."

Klein glanced at the patient who was also said to have schizophrenia, but didn't find anything strange about him. On the contrary, he was quite quiet, without any of the stereotypes about mental patients that Klein remembered.

Is it because he hasn't developed symptoms yet? But the doll in his hand is quite creepy.

"Klein, what are you doing here?"

Someone called him, and Klein turned around to see Tang holding a document.

"Tang? What are you doing here?"

"Didn't I ask that first?" Tang waved the file folder in his hand. "I'm bringing some things over."

Klein didn't hide anything when he heard this: "I've been having nightmares lately, so I came to see a psychologist."

He chuckled, "After all, it's free, so why not take a look?"

"Nightmare?" Tang tilted his head. "Because of Riel Bieber? Or something from that crazy cult member's notes?"

"My doctor told me I should have them all."

Speaking of the mad members of the secret order, Klein suddenly thought, "Don, you must also be an extraordinary one in the divination path, right?"

He had seen Tang use the paper doll before; the paper doll is a Sequence 7 ability of the Diviner Path, one of the extraordinary abilities that magicians can acquire.

“Yes.” Tang nodded, making no attempt to hide anything. “I’m a Sequence 7 magician, and I should be able to try becoming a Faceless Man soon… You want to ask about my thoughts on seeing the notes of those insane Secret Order members?”

(End of this chapter)