Consciousness falls. When she opened her eyes again, Hitzfeld found that she had become neutral. It was a magical experience that she couldn't describe. If you must describe it roughly and accurately, you can think of what she is experiencing and seeing as a movie or game scene, and she is the "player/viewer's perspective", and this perspective can be moved around as she pleases. And she can pause. You can pause as long as you want… Anyway, she tried it several times and nothing happened after pausing for more than ten seconds. Is this the dream of taking photos? Looking at the gray-haired girl in the room sitting on the windowsill, raising her legs and starting to take off her stockings, Hitzfeld was surprised that there was no body shape visible in the neutral perspective. This kind of perspective control really feels like playing a game. But speaking of playing games...
With an idea, she tried to shift her perspective - all the way to the front of the gray-haired girl, watching her lift her feet to change her socks, then zooming down, getting closer, and then adjusting the camera upwards. "Ok?" In reality, Pusiens frowned and stared at Hitzfeld, and saw that her body trembled and some bright red liquid slowly flowed out of her left nostril. "???" This frightened Pusangsi. She quickly turned around to check the remaining liquid in the container, thinking that there was a problem with the mixing process. In the dream corridor, Hitzfeld changed his perspective again. This is a lesson... well... a lesson... But it is indeed a novel experience. Although I was watching her own body, the feeling is really... I have to say it is a little exciting. As he watched "himself" change into stockings, put on shoes and lie down on the bed, Hitzfeld also noticed the bulging chest of this body. It's like this even when lying down, so I can only say that it's nutritious. In fact, this is true. Although she has never seen her parents since she was a child, Aunt Wolfe has always received financial support from Hitzfell Manor. She has always eaten well and has a very good physical condition. He woke up and turned into a girl. If this was indeed her original body, then he became shorter... some nutrients and essence were concentrated to the right places according to her own aesthetic... which seemed to make sense. Look at the bright side, at least you can hide something. In these respects, Hitzfeld had no sense of being a lady. What she values most is "practicality", so this explains why she always likes to hide magazines and some small gadgets in that place. On the bed, her body began to fall asleep. Hitzfeld watched the process intently because she was curious about what would happen next. Because she is now in a dream. In her dream, she saw herself sleeping and dreaming in reality, so could she still see the dreams she had in her dream? This doubt was soon solved... She found that the perspective was moving, and in just a moment she arrived in Puslint.
It’s amazing… She pondered in her consciousness. The mechanism seems to be that the perspective in the dream corridor is bound to the main perspective she has experienced before. So even though she can move around freely, this line exists based on her perspective. She couldn't move from here to other places because she had never been to other places, had never seen them, and had no impression of them in her mind, so she didn't know what those places should look like at this moment. What an amazing skill. As he watched himself walk up to the platform, across the lawn and into the auditorium of the Divine Academy, Hitzfeld sighed. What exactly is the potion that Pusiangsi prepared? What is the method of mixing medicine? She was curious, but she still remembered what she should be most curious about right now. "Dong dong dong." She saw herself knocking on the office door. "Please come in." I saw her push open the door and enter the office. stop-- Immediately pressing the "pause button", she pulled the camera to the desk, turned it around, and turned it into a perspective similar to Ferdinand's, staring at the pages in front of her with a frown. Yes...she actually scanned some content at that time. But she didn't care at all at the beginning. The content just flashed through her mind and was forgotten without leaving any impression. But this forgetting is not really forgetting! Her subconscious mind was probably still storing the relevant memories, so she could clearly see them in the corridor... just some pages! This was what she was looking for! Ok…… He looked carefully, strained his eyes, and read the two pages of paper several times. Hitzfeld was puzzled. This didn't seem to be the "confidential document" she suspected. Judging from the contents of these two pieces of paper, this is just a photo album. There are three photos on the left, all in black and white. Two of them are clearly of Ferdinand himself, and the other is a group photo of him - a younger version of him, of course - standing with eight of his classmates/friends, and everyone is smiling happily. There are records next to the photos. The records for the first two photos are as follows. [August 8, the day we agreed to meet is approaching, I am a little excited, wondering if they are the same in reality as in my dream.] [On August 8, I went to Moise to get my hair done in preparation for this meeting. While doing my hair, he asked me if I had a girlfriend. I said no, I was just hanging out with friends, but he said there was no need for me to be so formal.]
So this is a mood diary... Hitzfeld gritted his teeth and continued reading. [On August 8, we met. Everyone was just as I expected, except for one person, me.] [They said I was too formal. I was just as formal in my dream, but at least everyone was dressed the same.] There are two small cards inserted on the right page, which read: [Congratulations to Noosa Ferdinand and Onya Volland on becoming a couple.] There were a lot of crude scribbles on the cards—stick-figure level, so crude that you couldn’t tell what many of the things were. There were quite a few signatures, Hitzfeld counted them, seven in total. Oenia Folland. Ferdinand and this Onia are two people. Two people plus seven signatures makes nine people. and many more…… Could it be... Hitzfeld looked back at the group photo on the left again, and this time she noticed that next to the younger version of Ferdinand - the only guy wearing a tuxedo, permed hair, and a top hat - there was a girl with black curly hair grinning. The girl put both her hands around Ferdinand's neck and seemed to be putting all her weight on his back. The two boys next to her were laughing happily at this scene. The only one who was out of tune with the atmosphere was Ferdinand himself, who was trying to remain serious. After thinking for a while, Hitzfeld let the picture continue to play. The girl and Ferdinand started moving again, and then Ferdinand was awakened, put away the book and took out the test paper. Stop again—— Just as he was about to close the book, Hitzfeld pressed pause again. She moved closer to the page and looked inside through the gap, and found that there seemed to be something stuck to the page. rectangle. Light yellow tissue paper. It's kind of like... A ticket. Chapter 21 Eavesdropping That doesn't mean anything. Although he was extremely excited, Hitzfeld still maintained great restraint. It's just a game ticket... It may not be related to this case. After all, Ferdinand had at least eight close friends back then. Given the relationships between these people, it was normal for him to give one or two tickets to watch the game together.
But at least it is a clue, a vague clue that we are not sure whether it can be considered as one for now. Staying calm, Hitzfeld kept zooming in, trying to see clearly what was on the ticket. Unfortunately, she only caught a glimpse of it at that time. Even in the dream corridor, she could only roughly see the line of characters 1966, and the rest, even the month numbers were not clear. By this stage of the dream, Hitzfeld had almost collected all the information he could. There was no point in going further, because she herself did not see any valuable clues afterwards, so she began to think about what she could infer based on the clues she had obtained so far. The first one is naturally "Onia Folland". According to the two greeting cards, Onia was once a couple with Ferdinand. So where is she now? Are they broken up, or are they married? Could she possibly get more information by investigating this Ms. Foland? And those signatures. Most of the signatures were so casual and scribbled that Hitzfeld remembered only one: "Bati-Villefort." Ognia Folland, and Baptiste Villefort. These were the two names she would investigate in the next phase. Finally, there is the blurry ticket. She took a closer look and found that although the month number was not clear, from the width and shape of the ink symbol... she could clearly tell that it was a two-digit number. There are only two double-digit months, 11 and 12. This greatly reduced the scope of the investigation, because with Chang Xia's productivity level, there couldn't be too many stadiums in 1966. She only needed to check how many stadiums in Sara held matches from November to December 1966, and which teams played on both sides of the match, and then match the result of the investigation - that character - with the blurred characters on the ticket one by one, and she could quickly determine which game the ticket was for. Then it's time to wake up. Hitzfeld stopped thinking and looked left and right. ...Who will tell her how to get out? "The effect of the powerful reflex agent is enough to last for 3 hours..." Outside, Pusiangsi was humming a little tune while clearing the dishes on the table. "No matter how tired she is, I can force her to sleep for three hours. The little girl will definitely thank me when she wakes up..." In the dream, Hitzfeld gradually went crazy. She found herself trapped. Damn it, that old witch didn’t even tell her how to get out! Helpless, unable to find anything to do, she spent a long time looking around the office and observing Ferdinand. The blond man sat behind the table, his body relaxed, his blue-gray eyes looking out the window, wondering what he was thinking about.
Moving closer, Hitzfeld noticed his hair. The color of the hair...especially the roots deep within the hair, the color varies greatly. The color of the hair roots is relatively yellowish, some are even white, while the color of the surface is very bright and shiny, a brilliant golden color. Have you ever dyed it? To maintain your manners? Whether it is his hair, beard or clothing, he is meticulous, and you can see that he is indeed a very serious person.