Chapter 629: The Degree of Spirit Vision
When we returned to the ward, Claire was still lying in bed, Samantha seemed to be checking her condition beside her. Jayad had stopped singing and was sitting nearby, seemingly chatting with Sherris.
“Hmm? Is this the patient you brought? She just has a bump on her face. How can you be sure she’s mutated?” Amelia asked with doubt, looking at Claire’s face.
“Because we’ve seen what they look like after mutation. It’s terrifying. They grow three more eyes on their faces, opening from these bumps. Their physical strength and speed also increase significantly,” I explained.
“Is that so? Let me take a look. Samantha, have you found anything?” Amelia walked to the bedside and asked her exclusive nurse.
“Yes, these are indeed signs of early mutation. Simple photic organs and retinas have formed under the skin, and the optic nerve is growing…” Samantha began to describe what she had discovered during her prior examination.
I had intended to listen to her analysis of Claire’s condition as well, as I had been investigating this Five Eyes mutation and understanding its medical principles would be quite helpful.
However, at that moment, I saw Sebastian winking at me and then walking out of the ward, seemingly wanting me to follow. Confused, I followed him to see what he wanted to tell me.
“Are they… really reliable?” As soon as we were outside, Sebastian whispered in my ear.
Oh, so he was worried about that unscrupulous doctor. I thought it was something else entirely. I didn’t expect Sebastian, the detective, to see through Amelia’s unreliability at a glance. His perception was indeed incredibly detailed.
“Don’t worry. Although that doctor’s medical ethics aren’t great, her medical skills are absolutely reliable. And with me watching, I’ll guarantee Claire’s safety,” I assured him, patting my chest.
“No, I wasn’t talking about that doctor, but the new nurse. She said you called her, but isn’t she a puppet?” Sebastian quietly asked me.
Ah, so he was referring to Samantha. I didn’t expect Sebastian to be able to tell that she was a puppet. If he hadn’t encountered so many supernatural phenomena before, he probably would have screamed the moment he saw a nurse puppet.
“It’s fine. She’s actually much more reliable than that doctor,” I reassured him. Sebastian was just overly worried because his niece was sick. Usually, he would be impeccably charismatic and chat with the puppet nurse with ease.
Speaking of which, it was interesting that he could see Samantha’s doll-like body but not the octopus heads of the other nurses.
In fact, the Nightmare nurses born from the fear imprints of Samantha also had doll-like bodies. You could see the spherical joints on their knees and fingers, exactly like Samantha’s.
No wonder their teleportation movements were so bizarre, not like anything a human could do. Thinking about it, weren’t those the poses of marionettes, with their limbs as if being pulled by threads in mid-air?
The same doll-like body reflected Samantha’s true form, while the octopus-like head reflected the obscure, unspeakable soft mass on top of Samantha’s head that couldn’t be clearly seen.
This indicated that although most patients only saw Samantha as an ordinary nurse, her image was actually projected into their subconsciousness and manifested in their dreams, much like the Yellow Seal.
Ever since I transmigrated, I’d been tormented by my overly sensitive inspiration. Especially since I often had to adjust my sanity, my inspiration would fluctuate, and what I saw was often different from what normal people saw, which was very distressing.
Samantha was a very interesting research subject. Depending on the observer’s Spirit Vision, she appeared in multiple forms, with most people seeing her as an ordinary nurse.
But the problem was, “ordinary people” didn’t mean the lowest level of Spirit Vision. Even ordinary people had inspiration. If their Spirit Vision was lower than average, they would see a moving puppet. If it was even lower, they would see a lifeless doll.
If their Spirit Vision was higher than average, they could see a semi-transparent creature vaguely hovering over Samantha’s head. I suspected that was her true form, and the doll was merely a vessel controlled by her for interacting with people.
Furthermore, even at my current level, I still couldn’t discern the exact appearance of the creature above her head, only catching a fleeting glimpse of her full form once.
I asked Sebastian to confirm that he saw nothing above Samantha’s head, just a puppet that moved on its own.
Now, although I couldn’t see that giant entity anymore — it should still be in that grand hall, as this small ward couldn’t contain such a massive body — I could still see several semi-transparent threads hanging from the ceiling, connected to Samantha’s body.
Since Sebastian couldn’t see the threads, it meant he didn’t have high Spirit Vision. His inspiration was even lower than that of an average person, which was why ordinary people saw Samantha as a nurse, while he saw a puppet.
This was very strange. I knew Sebastian often needed his monocle to see things that ordinary people couldn’t. But having witnessed so many supernatural occurrences, how could he possibly lack even an average person’s level of inspiration?
Inspiration, sanity, and the degree of physical mutation were interconnected. While not the same, sanity was generally inversely proportional to the other two.
As a detective, how could Sebastian’s sanity be so high? Especially since he had witnessed those Mutants on Sturgeon No. 3 just the day before yesterday and even taken a swim in Blood Oil. Yet, he was even more normal than an average person?
“Put on your monocle and look at Samantha,” I said. Actually, I felt that as long as we were in Amelia’s Clinic, Samantha should be aware of our every move, including our current conversation. However, the little nurse probably wouldn’t care.
Sebastian put on his monocle and looked. As expected, Samantha already knew he was peeking at her. The little nurse even twirled around in front of the lens, striking a cute pose.
“Ah, she’s back to being a normal nurse,” Sebastian said. It was just as I had expected.
“And what if you increase the depth of your Spirit Vision?” I asked, as his lens was adjustable.
Indeed, after adjusting the Spirit Vision depth, Sebastian gasped, “I see semi-transparent threads connecting from the ceiling to her body!”
“Alright, that’s enough. We’ll stop here,” I said. Although Samantha herself didn’t mind, staring intently like this was impolite. It was more like looking at a customized game character.
I now understood Sebastian’s current condition and had a preliminary guess as to why Claire had suddenly fallen ill. Just then, Amelia finished her examination and beckoned us to enter.
