Chapter 221: Miss Ghost’s Father?
Older Brother Jayad already knows that my dreams have a certain prophetic effect, which is why he took me seriously when I mentioned having a dream. After all, last time, he was in a terrible fix when I dreamed of someone invading our room.
However, this time it was a bit different. Unlike the previous two dreams, which were mostly vague symbols, this one felt like it had a clear plot: a mutated father killing his daughter.
That daughter was definitely not me, and I had never met the father either. Yet, the laboratory and the girl’s voice felt somewhat familiar.
Could this be another prophetic dream? Predicting someone else’s future, where a pathetic daughter is about to be killed by her mad father? If so, perhaps I should intervene?
The problem is, I don’t know this man. Where can I find him? The only clue I have is that he seemed to be brewing potions, possibly a pharmacist? An alchemist?
Neither seems quite right. He was wearing a white lab coat, which made him look more like a biologist or a chemist.
Huh? Wait a minute! I think I’ve stumbled upon something. I remember Miss Ghost next door mentioning that her father was a scientist who worked on separation and purification.
Chemists or pharmaceutical scientists would also work on such things, wouldn’t they? Separation and purification. I’m trying to recall if there were similar instruments in the dream, but unfortunately, I can’t remember. Dream memories are always vague and difficult to recall.
However, I do remember that the girl’s voice in the dream indeed sounded somewhat familiar. Although there was some difference from Miss Ghost’s voice, she was in a state of extreme panic, so a slight difference in voice is understandable.
So, does this mean Miss Ghost’s father killed her? It sends a shiver down my spine. She used to talk about her father with so much pride, her love for him evident. If she ultimately met such a tragic end at the hands of her raving father, it would be truly heartbreaking.
But for now, it’s not easy for me to approach her. There are many taboos when speaking with the undead, such as not bringing up memories that might distress them, not mentioning their names from before they died unless they bring it up themselves, and not discussing the manner of their death unless I’m sure they can accept it or recall it naturally.
The only information I have right now is that Miss Ghost might be named Lorna, and she might have been killed by her father. I can’t mention either of these crucial pieces of information. What should I do?
For now, I can only record the clues and then investigate the identity of Miss Ghost’s father. Besides, what she truly wished to see was her mother.
But this all happened at least twenty years ago; it’s hard to even say if her father is still alive.
“What is Parul doing?” Older Brother Jayad asked curiously, looking at me as I scribbled in my notebook.
“I’m writing down the contents of my dream so I don’t forget. I already have some clues,” I said while writing.
Considering it’s broad daylight, I shouldn’t disturb Miss Ghost. She doesn’t like to be active during the day. Even though this apartment building is quite gloomy, she prefers to come out after sunset. Moreover, it’s already nearing noon.
“Older Brother Jayad, please get me some Life Elixir,” I requested. I still feel weak after the surgery last night.
“Here you go,” Older Brother Jayad handed me the spirit medicine. “Parul, now can you tell me what happened last night? I was so worried when I heard you were chloroformed and taken away, but you seemed to get along well with that doctor? What happened in between?”
Older Brother Jayad knew that last night wasn’t the right time to talk. For one, my energy levels were very low, and he had also spent the whole night in extreme tension searching for me, and was exhausted when he found me. The environment then wasn’t suitable for conversation.
Older Brother Jayad believed what Veia said was true: Parul was indeed abducted by that doctor. However, some events transpired afterward, leading to a change in their relationship.
Older Brother Jayad couldn’t guess the specific reason. He didn’t ask last night and fell asleep after returning home. Now, having regained his energy and calmed down, he came to ask me.
Naturally, I had nothing to hide and told him everything. Older Brother Jayad was uninterested in the mutations, divine power influences, or the origins of otherworldly beings. His most urgent question was: “Parul has already had the insect legs removed?”
“Don’t be so surprised. Perhaps you’ll have to beg her to remove them in the future too, which is why I told you not to hurt her. Unfortunately, it seems that little nurse messed things up,” I said helplessly.
“I don’t want to see a doctor… No, Parul, are you alright after the surgery?” Older Brother Jayad quickly asked. In his eyes, doctors were almost like devils, and undergoing surgery was akin to dying. I never understood why he had such an impression.
“Of course, I’m fine. Look,” I pulled my clothes down from my shoulder, showing Older Brother Jayad my shoulder blade, which was now completely covered with gauze and bandages.
I must say, Amelia’s suturing and bandaging skills are excellent. She held me all the way back to Older Brother Jayad last night, and there was no further bleeding. The bandages were still white, which is quite remarkable considering it was quite a large wound.
Of course, Older Brother Jayad holding me steadily was also a factor.
“Is this… really alright? That doctor didn’t put any strange medicine on the gauze, did he?” Older Brother Jayad looked like he wanted to unwrap the bandages but was afraid of affecting my wound healing.
“How could that be? What are you thinking? Doctors heal people. Even if there’s medicine, it’s for disinfection or to promote healing. However, if you want to remove the bandages, you can.”
After drinking a cup of Life Elixir, the feeling of excessive blood loss after surgery completely recovered. Not only that, but the surgical wound on my back began to itch faintly.
No wonder Amelia ushered guests out directly last night, never mentioning anything about hospitalization, dressing changes, or suture removal. She knew I didn’t need any of that; one bottle of Life Elixir was enough.
Although Older Brother Jayad was still hesitant, after I repeatedly assured him it was okay to remove them, he used his short sword to cut the bandages and then carefully and slowly peeled off the gauze.
There was only a small amount of clotted blood on it. My skin was already beginning to contract and heal. Older Brother Jayad looked at my shoulder in surprise: “It’s true! The insect legs are gone, and they won’t grow back either.”
“If I hadn’t regained my sanity, even after removal, they might have healed and regrown. This time, thankfully, I took a sedative. You should take one later too,” I said.
“I’ll wait a few days. If Parul confirms nothing was tampered with, then I’ll drink it.” Older Brother Jayad indeed has some prejudice against doctors.
“Alright, but be careful. Don’t use Holy Light before drinking the potion. I suspect you’re only one step away from mutation,” I warned him with concern.
