In the previous chapter, Angela had just shared a surprising revelation with Constantine, and he couldn't help but sit down, his gaze fixed on her as he asked, "Wait, so you knew Schiller not during your investigation into the serial killings but from your childhood? You knew him back then?"
Angela took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions. She then shook her head and replied, "No, I didn't know him at that ti. I only rember that day when my parents had arranged for that specialist who was running late. So, they had the hospital's intern doctor perform a preliminary diagnosis on ."
"The intern doctor's na was Schiller, but at that point, I was already so frightened that as soon as I saw him, I started crying..." Angela paused for a mont, her expression transitioning to a wry smile. "I still rember that he seed a bit awkward at the ti."
"He had no idea why I was crying when he saw . He tried to comfort for a long ti, but it had no effect. Eventually, it was my exhaustion from crying that allowed him to proceed with the examination."
Angela continued, "At that point, I had completely broken down. He asked why I was crying, and I don't even rember what I told him, but it was undoubtedly a jumbled ss of words."
"But in any case, I explained everything to him, and what struck was that he didn't react with astonishnt to the fact that I could see certain monsters. Unlike many others, he didn't think there was sothing wrong with my mind."
"He said he could help deal with this trouble, so I wouldn't suffer from it anymore, and no one would detect any ntal abnormalities in ."
Constantine suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Angela, asking, "So you an Schiller made you stop seeing those things? This can't be right. Wasn't it because the Demon chose your sister instead of you?"
Angela shook her head and replied, "He didn't explain too much to . At that ti, I was exhausted from crying, and he played a soothing piano piece for . I gradually relaxed and fell asleep. I don't know what happened afterward."
Constantine remained lost in thought as he said, "In theory, you were able to see those things due to Mysticism, and your inability to see them was also a result of Mysticism. During this process, any psychiatry or psychology treatnt should have been ineffective. You not being able to see those things was because the Demon had given up on your soul and went after your sister."
"How do you know the Demon went after my sister?" Angela suddenly asked, adding, "Based on my sister's letters, she committed suicide to uncover the conspiracy of that mysterious organization, not because the Demon ca after her. So, how can you be sure the Demon chose my sister?"
Constantine replied, "Because if the Demon had chosen you from the beginning, you should have continued to see them, but you didn't. So..." He shook his head. "Indeed, we can't be so hasty. After all, your sister is now deceased, and no one knows whether the Demon found her before she died."
"If the Demon had initially chosen you, there should have been no way to make you stop seeing those things," Constantine pondered deeply. "Schiller must have employed so other thod. This can't be." ...
"If he really had such a thod... If he truly had such a thod..." Constantine began to mutter to himself. Angela looked at him and said, "When I woke up, he told to believe that those things absolutely didn't exist, no matter who asked, I should say the sa."
Then, she raised her head, looking at the ceiling, and continued, "But that wasn't the last ti we t. After I managed to apprehend the murderer of the conspiracy case, I began experiencing severe psychological issues again. Insomnia and nightmares were tornting , almost killing ."
"At that ti, I was working on the conspiracy case, and during the investigation, I passed out. My colleagues took to the hospital, where I encountered Schiller once again. However, by that ti, he had beco the chief physician."
"At first, he didn't recognize , but I had always rembered his face. So when I told him I was the little girl who cried when she saw him, he was quite surprised. He never expected that I would beco a police officer."
"I have to acknowledge that when he showed that surprised expression, I felt rather pleased. He might have thought I was a weak crybaby, but I had long overco that darkness."
"We had a chat in his office, he conducted so tests, diagnosed with anxiety, and prescribed dication. I improved significantly after taking the dication." ř𝘼NỌʙËʂ
"But at that ti, I was working as an assistant detective, involved in the investigation of the serial killings in Wantong City."
"Originally, I was supposed to accompany my superior, but I always wanted to do more. So one day, I beca the first eyewitness at a cri scene..."
"The na of that case was..." Angela hesitated for a mont, seeming reluctant to recall it, but eventually, she said, "The Bloodman Massacre Case."
"The killer in that case enjoyed skinning people alive and leaving the victims to die in a specific location."
"The killer would lure the police there, making the victims believe they were being saved, only to detonate a bomb and kill them." Angela's tone grew tremulous, and Constantine felt a chill down his spine.
"And I... I was the police officer who was lured there, seen by the victims." Angela couldn't hold back her tears any longer.
"I saw the victims' eyes, their eye contact. In that mont when they saw , amid their despair and pain, there was a glimr of hope—a strong will to survive. I was just a few steps away from them, almost able to save them..."
"Then, the bomb exploded, and he died. I saw it; that glimr of hope in his eyes was extinguished, completely gone, leaving nothing behind," Angela recounted.
Constantine took a sharp breath, though he wasn't well-versed in psychology, he understood the imnse trauma this kind of experience could inflict on a person. Still, he inquired, "And then?"
"I spiraled into utter madness, lost all sense of reason," Angela continued to sob. "I don't rember what happened exactly, but when I woke up again, I saw Schiller once more."
"He looked at with a sense of helplessness in his eyes, and then..." Angela's expression turned unnatural. "I didn't an to, but I couldn't control my emotions... I cried again."
Constantine could now imagine Schiller's expression at that mont. He sighed and looked at Angela. "And then, did he heal you again?"
Angela nodded. "But I don't know how he did it. He played soothing music, and I fell asleep again. When I woke up, those dreadful mories seed distant, as if they had faded away."
"This ti, we talked a lot, and I understood that he was also investigating the serial killings. He told the departure of the nightmare demon was temporary. If I couldn't achieve ntal harmony, madness would return."
Angela sniffed and wiped her tears away. Her strong deanor returned as she said, "He told that to rid myself of this nightmare demon completely, I had to face it without fear."
"So, I worked hard to get field assignnts, excelled in every one, better than anyone else. Finally, I returned to tropolis Police Departnt and participated in the first major case, solving it."
"I fear no serial killer, no matter how cruel or vicious. I put all my effort into bringing them to justice. That's how I overca my inner demons and beca the most renowned female detective."
Constantine patted Angela's shoulder, genuinely admiring the policewoman. Having endured countless ntal tornts himself, he knew how difficult it was to break free from such a state.
When a person's mind sinks to a low point, it's not as simple as saying "cheer up." It's like trying to lift a person who has fallen off a cliff with one foot, or making a drowning person struggle to stay afloat—it's practically impossible.
While changes in the external environnt can aid in healing ntal trauma, ultimately, it takes strong willpower to overco it. Clearly, this female detective had a far stronger inner strength than most.
Angela stood up, turned her head to look at the still-lit ergency room lights, and said, "He saved several tis. Even though I'm not a doctor now and can't save critically ill patients, I can at least find out what's going on."
"Regardless, this is undoubtedly connected to that mysterious organization." Constantine extinguished his cigarette and tossed the butt into the nearby trash can. Angela reloaded her handgun and, as she walked away, said, "They will pay for what they've done."
Constantine paused for a mont, looking back at the lit ergency room lights, then turned and walked away.
As he walked away, he muttered to himself with a hint of puzzlent, "The first demon I summoned was just for fun with the ladies. But what about that hellhound from the depths of hell and that big guy who ca later? What were they here for? How did they happen to appear at that ti?"
Suddenly, his expression turned cold. He took out a Bible from his pocket, tore out a page, and held it in his hand. "Well, let's deal with those troubleso folks first. Owls? Hmph..."
When they had all left, beyond the quiet corridor, the ergency room door remained ajar, and Schiller lay on the hospital bed, pale and connected to a ventilator. Doctors in surgical gowns bustled around him.
The monitoring equipnt nearby emitted a steady "beep" sound. Suddenly, the beeping beca frantic. The lead surgeon imdiately said, "Condition is deteriorating, hurry!"
The surrounding doctors scrambled, and after a while, the beeping stabilized. Then, in a matter of seconds, it beca frantic again, and the doctors resud their frantic efforts. This cycle of deterioration, rescue, stabilization, and deterioration repeated, with Schiller still in grave danger.
anwhile, in Schiller's Temple of Thought, Schiller, dressed in a black suit, stood at the center of the bottom of the temple, shouting upward, "Death! Death! Are you there, Death? I have so questions. Can you co see ?"
"Why isn't he coming?" Schiller exclaid in frustration. "Grey Mist, can you make things a little more fatal?"
Soon, a woeful voice emanated from above, Grey Mist's voice. "I did my best, but the doctor's dical skills are too advanced."
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