Rhodes Island does not exist.

The diary entries contained the same information that the Doctor had previously seen with Skadi in Room 1002.

The only difference is that when they looked through it back then, the diary was already worn out, while it is still brand new.

"Shh."

The doctor continued flipping through the pages.

Compared to before, the professor now turns the pages of the book much less frequently.

It probably takes some time to decipher the amount of information contained within.

However, it was clear that as the doctor continued to read more deeply, the expression on his face began to change slightly.

It seems that the fervor in the text has already reached the doctor's eyes through the back of the paper.

"Warfarin, you..."

After reading the records about the thirty-fifth day, the Doctor finally couldn't contain his emotions and asked Warfarin, "I now fully understand why you collected these corpses, but... what exactly was your purpose in collecting them? What is your goal?"

In his memory, Warfarin was always someone who was willing to sacrifice what was necessary for science, and ethics and morality were nothing to her.

Even so, her actions were always justified. No matter how heinous her actions were, her logic remained consistent and always at a very high level.

Therefore, the Doctor expects her to give him an answer, an answer exactly the same as that of Dr. Warfarin from Rhodes Island.

However, the doctor forgot one thing.

That is—he is not the doctor who has been with Warfarin for many years, but a newcomer who has only known Warfarin for a short time.

Old acquaintances can understand each other and joke around.

But it's different between people you've just met.

Therefore, Warfarin had no need to answer him.

Perhaps he could have received an answer from Warfarin when Rhodes Island still existed, but in any case, the world is gone forever.

In other words, he was already out of the running in the communication with Warfarin.

Chapter 266, Part 264: Tiny Flowers

In the vast expanse of time, people tend to forget every word they've spoken, and even what they've done. Therefore, those who are good at remembering their words and actions are always treated with special regard.

-

"Don't question me." Warfarin's displeasure also surfaced at the Doctor's clearly aggressive words, igniting a flame of confrontation between the two.

"No, I didn't mean to question you, I just..."

"Don't you want to get out? Don't you want to leave here?" Warfarin stared into the doctor's eyes. "If you want to leave, if you want to cooperate with me, then don't stop me, and don't impose your moral standards on me—you know, I'm just using these organs for experiments, not to eat them, and that's already more than moral enough."

"I don't think this kind of reconstructed food is edible..."

The doctor even felt that even the lurking monster in the stairwell on the fourth floor wouldn't want to taste such meat.

“I have to admit you’re right about that, but I don’t eat it not because it’s inedible, but because it’s essentially an act of resurrecting the dead.” Warfarin nodded. “After all, the act of resurrecting the dead is already challenging the ethical barriers of most people, and I can’t be gleeful when that barrier collapses.”

"So, did you succeed in the project to resurrect the dead?" the doctor asked.

"No, it didn't succeed." Warfarin sighed. "Resurrecting the dead is going against the will of Heaven, so it's normal that the failure rate is high."

“Yes, defying the natural order.” The doctor nodded. “Speaking of defying the natural order, Warfarin, how do you plan to make use of those mangled corpse parts?”

As he spoke, the doctor pointed to the parts piled up like garbage in the corner of the room. Compared to the intact organs in the tanks, these rotting and smelly organs made the doctor feel a little sad.

"How to use it? Of course, I'll use it however I want. Considering the special nature of room 1002, I plan to make the most of it," Warfarin said. "But it definitely won't be used for food."

"so--"

Her red eyes locked onto the doctor again, and she brought the conversation back to where it all began.

“I hope you won’t stop me from doing anything,” she said, her tone serious and leaving no room for argument. “I don’t expect you to cooperate with me, but at least leave me alone and don’t cause me any trouble.”

"Whether you can leave or not is none of my business, but I absolutely have to leave this place." As she said this, her gaze seemed to pierce through floor after floor, as if she were leaving Rhodes Island altogether.

"Then...may I ask you this question, why did you leave this place?" the doctor asked Warfarin. "Although I know that escaping from here is a matter of course, I have no idea why you came here in the first place and why you are so eager to leave."

"Do you want to know?" Warfarin looked up at him, the atmosphere between them seeming a little softer than before.

“Yes, you can say whatever you want,” the doctor replied.

"Well."

Warfarin took a deep breath, then gazed at the Doctor's face hidden beneath the hood, and slowly spoke.

“First of all, I don’t really know why I came here.” She said, counting on her fingers. “And after I came here, I found that I couldn’t remember many things related to the past. At first, I could even get my own name wrong, so it’s probably impossible for me to give a detailed account.”

"Hmm." The doctor nodded. "I understand. I've had that same feeling of being lost and confused before. So why do you want to leave so badly?"

"Don't you want to?" Warfarin retorted to the doctor. "Is that even a question? Or do you think life here is so comfortable that it's worth living like this for the rest of your life?"

“No, that’s not it.” The doctor shook his head. “I just can’t leave, not even if I want to—although I don’t have that thought or desire, at least not compared to you.”

"Why?" Warfarin was quite puzzled. "What good would it do you to stay?"

“Because I have a mission.” The Doctor looked at Warfarin and said frankly, “There is something I must find here, on this Rhodes Island, and I cannot leave until I have accomplished this mission.”

"That's strange...it's really strange."

Warfarin looked at the doctor with a slightly hesitant gaze, but within that hesitation seemed to carry a hint of helplessness.

"Strange? What's strange about it?" the doctor asked with a smile.

“Because the sense of mission you mentioned… also exists within me.” Warfarin stared at the doctor. “And the end of this mission is to go back, back to where I started. Even though I have forgotten where I belong, there is a voice in my heart telling me that as long as I can leave here, I can go back, back to where I should really be.”

"And in that place..."

Warfarin paused, then a tiny flower bloomed at the corner of her mouth.

"Someone is waiting for me."

-

"boom!"

A sudden shock from his head forcibly pulled the doctor back from the dreamlike illusion.

All those things related to Warfarin and to himself vanished like clouds, leaving only the gray and swaying reality before him.

"What...? What happened...?"

The doctor, still dazed, slowly sat up, eager to obtain some information from anyone who could provide him with reliable details.

Then, he felt a woman's hand on his shoulder.

"It's a locked circuit, don't panic, everything's fine now." That was Skadi's voice.

Her voice was always as gentle as the light of dawn shining down from the sky. Although one might feel that it was not a good match for her based on one's usual expression, one would get used to it over time.

"A locked circuit? What happened to her? Could it be that she was..." The doctor immediately thought of the worst-case scenario.

“No, she’s fine, she’s okay. It’s just that I caused what seems to be a minor accident,” Skadi said.

"Because of you?" the doctor asked in surprise.

“I…” Skadi sighed, “When I went to get you food, I accidentally brought back a box of liqueur chocolates as well.”

"So the locked circuit completely consumed the result?"

"Finished."

"and then?"

"crazy."

After all, no matter what, its raw material is vodka.

-

Thank you segment.

Thanks to carmen for the monthly pass and the razor blade, thank you.

Chapter 267, Part 265: The Flower of the Past

"Woo-ga!"

"Ada da da da da da—"

"Thud! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

(Omitted for brevity; the interlocking circuit is drunk.)

"How many liqueur chocolates did she eat?" The doctor, now fully awake, was exasperated as he stared at the locked circuits dangling from the three drones and flying around erratically.

“Not many, just one box.” Skadi shook the chocolate packaging in her hand, which clearly stated in Ursus that it contained “12 pieces per box.”

“It’s not her fault.” Skadi rarely defended anyone, but this time seemed to be an exception. “These are obviously liqueur-filled chocolates from Ursus, filled with vodka. People who don’t drink often definitely can’t handle them.”

"So how did I wake up?" the doctor asked, voicing his most pressing question.

After all, the Doctor was suddenly awakened by external influences this time, and before that, he was receiving important intelligence from Warfarin.

Unfortunately, that intelligence was interrupted.

I wonder if it will be possible to resume downloading from where I left off and start experiencing it again.

“You mean you were hit on the head with a teacup by the locked circuit,” Skadi sighed. “The only good news is that I drank the tea in that cup beforehand, so you didn’t get wet.”

"Since you've already been hit on the head by a teacup, it doesn't really matter whether you get wet or not, right?" the professor said with a wry smile.

"It's better than getting hit on the head and then getting drenched in good fun. You have to be optimistic," Skadi said in a tone like an old monk.

"Okay, okay, so what now?" The doctor stretched out his right hand, pointing to the incredible girl flying in the sky. "She's already been carried up into the sky by her friends. How can we bring her down?"

“I think maybe we don’t need to bring her down.” Skadi gazed at the locked circuit, which was being held upside down by the drone while uttering a “whoosh” sound, and said, “After all, she’s just drunk. She’ll naturally recover once she sobers up, right?”

"But you know what, it's quite an eye-opener that a weirdo can get drunk." The doctor shook his head, looking like he wouldn't comment.

“So, I don’t get drunk, therefore I’m not a weirdo?” Skadi glanced at her pale, slender fingers. “Can that prove it?”

"Have you tried it?" the doctor asked.

“I’ve tried it.” Skadi laughed.

The two are currently in a strange state.

Since Skadi was in a comforting position when the Doctor was awakened, the two of them are now like two shepherds lying on a hillside watching the stars, reclining among the pile of toys at the foot of the throne, their shoulders touching.

This is Rhode Island.

The transition from tension to relaxation often only requires a single opportunity.

"That's strange. Didn't you say you didn't remember anything before you came here?" The Doctor looked up at the closed loop flying in the sky, his gaze meeting Skadi's at the same midpoint.

“Yes, I really don’t remember,” Skadi nodded. “But the memory of drinking too much alcohol might be stored in the body, so even if the brain is cleared, there might still be some recollection.”

"What a convenient memory," the doctor chuckled. "It only makes people forget the important things, but retains the trivial ones."

“Aren’t you the same?” Skadi glanced at the Doctor beside her. “Sometimes she says some strange and profound things that I don’t know how to respond to.”

"But I think you handled it quite well."

The Doctor recalled a few obscure jokes he had mentioned before, and Skadi had almost perfectly capitalized on them all.

No, she not only caught it, she even retaliated.

"That was probably just an instinctive reaction, nothing serious," Skadi said casually, brushing off the doctor's question.

As for the Doctor, he didn't delve into the true meaning of Skadi's words. He simply continued to stare at the closed circuit that was flying while shouting and yelling, and said, "What about that time when you were drunk? Since it's brought up, let's talk about it."

"Ah."

Skadi did not refuse.

She probably brought up this topic herself because she wanted to say something.

Even someone as aloof as her has her own desire to express herself—but that makes sense, since indifference isn't something everyone is born with.

So-called enthusiasm, so-called indifference, so-called melancholy are all things created by the influence of the environment.

So perhaps Skadi had her moments of optimism and cheerfulness, perhaps she was able to open her heart to others and honestly express her feelings, exchanging thoughts with them.

However, life eventually wore away the last vestiges of her normal emotions, which is why she has become the way she is now.

At least from the doctor's interpretation, Skadi seems to be like this.

Where should we begin?