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Chapter 1026, 1021. The Stubborn Divine Eye (Double update, please vote!)

Boom, boom, boom.

There was no response.

Ma En raised his hand and knocked on the door again.

At least two minutes later, he heard movement coming from inside.

Snapped.

The hospital room door was flung open, and the girl stood behind it, looking at him with a displeased expression.
"Do you know what time it is?"

Mar and Eng scratched their heads:

"9:30?"

Ning Changkong said with a displeased expression:

"Good to know. After the sun goes down, it's my sleep time. Don't bother me unless it's necessary. I'm already in bed. It's not a good habit to wake someone out of bed at this time."

Mar and Eng said somewhat embarrassedly:

"I'm sorry, but I have something to ask you. I keep feeling like I've encountered something that looks like an alien."

Upon hearing this, the girl's displeasure vanished instantly.

"Oh, then come in and tell me what happened?"

As she spoke, she made way for him, and Ma En walked in without any hesitation.

Ning Changkong's room was neither like a hospital room nor a typical bedroom. Instead, it was filled with all sorts of messy books and notebooks, as well as some gossip magazines and newspapers.

Moreover, where the wardrobe should have been placed, her room only had a few whiteboards, and these boards and walls were covered with all sorts of things, like a scene set in some crime movies.

Ma En also noticed that many magazines and newspapers contained pictures and photos of UFOs and aliens, which were obviously related to her investigation of aliens.

"You can sit here." Ning Changkong dug out a fallen chair from the messy pile of garbage and placed it directly opposite the bed, while she herself returned to the bed and sat cross-legged. "What happened?"

Marx and Eng struggled to find a gap to settle in the garbage heap:

"I feel like someone is watching me lately."

The girl immediately gave him a look of approval:

"That's right. Many of my companions said similar things at the beginning. Have you noticed some human-like creatures secretly observing you?"

But Marx and Engels shook their heads:
"No, I didn't see anyone, and that's what scared me."

"Just recently, around dusk, when I returned to the ward, I could sense something lurking in the room, so I made a sound at the door."

"And as soon as I made a sound, the thing vanished without a trace."

“But I suspect it may have been there watching me for a long time.”

But the girl who heard these words showed a disappointed expression:

"No, you've got it wrong. You should say that you noticed someone's eyes were strange. We don't have any evidence yet that aliens have cloaking technology. They're more likely to disguise themselves as humans when they're in action."

"What you're saying doesn't sound like an alien at all; it sounds more like the delusions of a schizophrenic. You're not actually mentally ill, are you? I noticed last time that you heard a knocking sound that we couldn't hear."

Marx and Engels nodded:

"That's right, but just as they slandered you, the reason I was sent here must be because there are things that aliens want to bury. I can hear things that you can't hear, see truths and facts that you can't see, and I can naturally sense things that you can't sense."

"I just talked to you about aliens a while ago, and then we encountered the Watchers. Don't you think there must be some connection? Even if it wasn't aliens themselves, it could be their servants." Ning Changkong shook his head.
"You're talking about the devil more than an alien. If you really have this strange feeling, you should ask a few priests for help. Do you remember, you have a priest friend..."

Marx and Engels interrupted her, taking over the conversation:

“I have already met her, and she has checked that I am not possessed by a demon.”

The girl leaned forward slightly, looking at Marne with a serious expression.

"Have you ever considered that you might have a mental health issue?"

Marx and Engels countered with:
"Have you ever considered that you might have mental health issues?"

Ning Changkong shrugged:

"No, I know I don't have any mental problems, but you look like you have something wrong with your head, and now I'm starting to suspect that you're using aliens to pique my interest."

"You only felt like you were being watched, so why did you so easily think of aliens instead of the ghosts of some ancient kingdom or a cult that worships demons?"

Marx and Engels looked at her very sincerely:
"Because I believe that aliens exist, but I don't know if they actually exist."

The girl shook her head:

"Then I'll take your sincerity as an example. But what you're saying doesn't sound like aliens at all. If you really want to help me find aliens, you need to pay attention to those who look like humans but you can tell they're actually disguising themselves as humans. That's our focus."

"And more importantly, these guys are different from us. If you can find their weaknesses, whether psychological or anatomical, you can come to me."

"But don't bother me with this kind of thing. I'm usually very busy. And if I really need your help to find aliens, I'll come to you."

If she really is a madwoman, then this statement is quite incomprehensible. It seems that Ning Changkong thinks he should be at her beck and call at any time, and shouldn't bother her with such trivial matters.

But Marne wasn't sure whether this was just her rambling nonsense in a fit of madness or some kind of prophetic hint.

He persisted in asking:

"Is it possible that this is related to aliens? Didn't you say you were some kind of prophet? Can you use your magical powers to help me see what's going on?"

"Anyway, my room isn't too far away. Maybe you'll be able to figure something out when you get there?"

Ning Changkong shook his head:
“I am a prophet who can predict alien invasion, not a saintly prophet who can see the truth. If you find the guy who is spying on you, I can indeed help you take a look, but I can't see anything special in an empty room.”

Marne said:

"But if you could come and see..."

The girl firmly refused:

"I told you I'm busy, so stop overthinking. What you saw wasn't an alien, and no one is spying on you. Go to your room and get a good night's sleep. You won't have to worry about these things tomorrow."

"Don't get me wrong. Although I'm in a mental hospital, I'm not a crazy person who believes everything."

"Do I know what's real and what's fake?"

Marx and Engels stood up:

"Alright, do you know an old man named Wang Sheng? His nickname is Divine Fist, which sounds a bit like your nickname..."

But Ning Changkong sighed upon hearing this:

"I don't know where you got these ideas from, but you have to try to face reality and stop worrying about this and that. There's nothing good for you here. Go back to your room and go to sleep. I can assure you there are no scary surveillance cameras there..."

"On the contrary, it's very safe."

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　　(End of this chapter)