Learn one small skill every day

However, after receiving the recycled skull ornament, their years of experience in psychiatry told them that the ornament was very unusual.

It doesn't seem like something that can restore a person's mental strength; it's more like another kind of ability.

But after studying it for so many days, they still couldn't figure out the specific function of the ornament.

"Hey gentlemen, that's the end of your examination of my prop. Give it back to me."

Bai Miao couldn't understand what these people were researching.

They seem to be taking skulls, hoping to replicate something exactly the same.

Doctors also put skull ornaments on the test subjects while monitoring their changes and recording data.

"You're Dr. Moriarty?"

"Hello, hello, nice to meet you. I am Dr. White Moriarty, the rehabilitation physician who lives at 13 Vic Street. By the way, thanks to Dr. Lecter's generous teaching, I have also had the honor of becoming a psychiatrist."

The other doctors, who had initially held a hint of disdain, suddenly turned fearful upon hearing Lecter's name.

"You...you mean, Dr. Lecter taught you psychoanalysis?"

"Yes."

Bai Miao glanced over and immediately understood the mental state of this group of psychiatrists.

They were only slightly stronger in spirit than the average resident of Yar City.

"I don't believe it! How could you have learned psychoanalysis so quickly? Let me test you. Can you tell what mental problems he has right now?"

Bai Miao glanced at it and casually replied, "The patient's mental state should have been that of an insect, but fungal growth appeared on one of its forelimbs. The diagnosis is that the patient ate poisonous mushrooms, causing hallucinations and leading to mental instability."

Psychoanalysis requires not only the ability to see the other person's mental state, but also the ability to understand what should have been the way it was and where the deviation occurred.

Bai Miao could see through ordinary people with his own eyes.

However, if there are infection sources such as family members, Bai Miao cannot easily make a judgment.

"this……!"

The other party clearly did not expect Bai Miao to be able to pinpoint the crux of the problem so easily.

"Can you give my things back now?"

Unexpectedly, the group of doctors directly turned to Carlos for help: "Priest! After thoroughly studying the nature of this thing, it might be able to cure nightmares. Since we retrieved this thing from the battlefield, it should rightfully be our spoils of war. How can we let someone else take it back? Ah...!"

With a scream, the shouting doctor, his eyes wide open, fell straight to the ground, blood flowing from his nostrils and eyes.

Bai Miao directly manipulated the spiritual body and annihilated his spirit.

The doctors present were all too familiar with this tactic; it was an attack on a psychological level!

This shows that Dr. Moriarty has reached a level of control over his own mind!

Psychiatrists need to master psychoanalysis, but only one in ten thousand can successfully psychoanalyze themselves and control their own mind.

"Can I return it now?"

Bai Miao asked again.

"But...it's okay..."

The surviving doctor immediately delivered the skull ornament to Bai Miao.

Carlos simply watched all of this with indifference, remaining silent even as a doctor died as a result.

"Alright, Carlos, now that we've retrieved the items, we can discuss how to deal with the nightmare."

Carlos straightened his back slightly and said with unusual seriousness, "Yes... about nightmares, I would like to know how much you know about them first. This is not the place to talk. Let's go to the Repose Hall to talk."

"That's the only place we can sleep peacefully right now."

Chapter 193 Curing Nightmares

The location of the Dormition Hall is quite remarkable; it sits atop the most magnificent church.

Furthermore, the dome inside the Dormitory is made of huge glass, allowing sunlight to reach the interior.

Although it was daytime, quite a few people were sleeping in the chapel.

There are about fifty beds in the Sabbath, and more than half of them, made of stone slabs, are occupied by one person sleeping under the scorching sun.

Such sleeping conditions are obviously not good, but they are much better than being plagued by nightmares.

Bai Miao didn't ask why the dome wasn't sealed off; it must be that only this design would be effective.

Carlos looked around the hall of rest: "Dr. Moriarty, we've found that the nightmares are only relieved under strong sunlight, so we often take a nap here."

Carlos's tone was anything but relieved; sleeping here was merely a brief respite, and it was entirely impossible to sleep until one was fully refreshed.

Do nightmares happen every day?

Carlos shook his head: "It has a cycle, it happens for a few days every month. For example, I'm currently in my nightmare cycle, and I've been plagued by nightmares for the past week."

After saying that, Carlos added, "But the bishops... are plagued by nightmares for ten or even twenty days every month. So they basically have a hard time handling their denominational affairs, spending most of their time fighting nightmares."

"Dr. Moriarty, where did you hear about this nightmare, and why do you want to help us solve it?"

Carlos couldn't help but ask.

Bai Miao shrugged: "You should know that I used to be a hunter. After I was fortunate enough to become a psychiatrist, I started to think about making this nightmare my prey."

The hunter's explanation was quite effective.

In any case, hunters are driven by their inner instincts, which dictate their choice of prey, and once these instincts arise, they are difficult to suppress.

Even if Bai Miao acted a little more eager, Carlos would only think it was instinct.

As for the possibility that she might lie about instinct while harboring ulterior motives, Carlos couldn't imagine what benefit resolving the nightmare would bring to Bai Miao.

Once you get this stuff, there's no way to get rid of it.

Even if Bai Miao wanted to gain something from the nightmare, Carlos would be happy to let Bai Miao take action to resolve the nightmare.

Take whatever benefits are inside, as long as it can solve your nightmares.

The fact that Bai Miao knew the higher-ups of the Healing Cult were plagued by nightmares already indicated that he had learned some additional information.

"Dr. Moriarty...so how do you plan to get rid of the nightmare?"

Bai Miao looked at Carlos: "Before that, I need you to sleep in front of me. I need to see the whole process of you suffering from nightmares."

Carlos's eyes showed a hint of fear, then he clenched his fist and nodded: "I understand. Then please come with me. I won't have nightmares when I fall asleep in the Repose Hall."

Carlos led Bai Miao downstairs. The high-ranking members of the Healing Cult lived in this magnificent church. After passing through a series of corridors, Carlos stopped in front of a door.

"This is my room...please come in."

Carlos pulled the doorknob and gently pushed the door open.

A faint fragrance and smoke wafted from the room.

"I lit a few cigarettes to wake myself up, which are said to reduce the damage from nightmares, but the effect wasn't very good."

Carlos's room was very simple, with a wardrobe, a desk, a chair, and a bed, and no other decorations.

She sat on the bed and asked again, "I need to be completely asleep and have nightmares, right?"

"Yes, I will use psychoanalysis to examine your mental state throughout the entire process."

"it is good……"

Carlos took a deep breath, lay flat on the bed, and his breathing quickly became even.

The accumulated fatigue of the past few days made her fall asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Bai Miao saw that Carlos's spiritual form was slowly transforming from a monster into a human.

The thick body hair gradually receded, and the deformed limbs were gradually transforming into normal human proportions.

Soon, the terrifying monster transformed into a human woman who looked almost exactly like Carlos.

Holding a thick ancient book in his hand, he lay peacefully on the ground, fast asleep.

It looks very peaceful; there's no trace of a nightmare about it.

But as Carlos's body trembled on the bed, Bai Miao saw that water was gradually appearing in Carlos's spiritual body.

Water appeared out of nowhere around the spirit, gradually engulfing her, leaving the spirit helplessly struggling in the water.

At that moment, Carlos's spiritual form transformed from human back into a monster, and the water level slowly dropped until it disappeared.

Carlos opened his eyes after the water flow disappeared.

Her forehead was covered in sweat, and she was breathing heavily: "Dr. Moriarty... have you figured something out?"

What are the contents of your nightmares?

"Everyone's nightmares are mostly related to water, but the details are different. I dreamed that I was rowing a boat in a lake, then the boat broke a hole and I drowned."

At this point, Carlos shrank back: "The experience in the nightmare was so real that I really don't want to experience it again."

Have you seen a psychiatrist about your mental health before?

Carlos nodded: "I've seen them all. They said that the spirit will take on a human form after falling asleep, then be submerged in water, and will revert back to its human form before waking up."

That's the same as what I saw.

But none of these psychiatrists had the ability to manipulate their own mental power.

“Miss Carlos, could you please sleep one more time? I need to try the treatment this time.”

"……it is good."

Carlos was somewhat dissatisfied, but remembering Bai Miao's abilities, he decided to trust Bai Miao this once.

As Bai Miao fell asleep again, just as the water level continued to rise and was about to submerge Carlos's spiritual body, he controlled his spiritual body to pull Carlos out of the water.

But the water level continued to rise without any sign of stopping.

Bai Miao could not pull Carlos's spiritual body up indefinitely, and as the altitude increased, the water level rose faster and faster.

Carlos eventually woke up from his nightmare.

“Dr. Moriarty… what did you do? I feel like my dream lasted longer.”

"I just pulled you out of the water; it seems to have had no effect other than buying time."