Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2755 The Thirteenth Day Talk (Part Seven)

A flowing current of heat, peering eyes, and then ebb and flow?

Mrs. Tracy tried her best to remain calm throughout, but as a viewer, Fu Qian found her performance quite moving.

It is obvious that the seemingly free and joyful life in the sanatorium is actually just a facade.

For the parties involved, this was clearly a process full of changes and entanglements.

On the one hand, the troubles are really being healed slowly. What was originally just a matter of finding a place to lock myself away has truly had a therapeutic effect.

On the other hand, this healing also brings unease because it works through a kind of extremely abnormal psychological feeling, to the point that the person even feels that their life is withering away as a result—it's too normal, isn't that how it should be in a nursing home?

Never escalate a problem easily.

On the one hand, she was not fooled by Mrs. Tracy's appearance and keenly perceived the hidden truth.

On the other hand, it doesn't easily lead the reader into some kind of magical imagination just because of its horrifying descriptions.

At that moment, even from the perspective of a medical professional, Fu Qian stated that Mrs. Tracy's reaction was classic.

Normally, people who need to go to sanatoriums are either physically or mentally unbalanced.

In contrast to the more obvious healing process of the former, the latter, in Fu Qian's view, often pursues not a return to the original state, but a gradual establishment of a new balance and acceptance of the new self.

Once this is taken into account, it seems that Mrs. Trish's situation does not require the introduction of supernatural elements.
Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice. This person's uncontrollable addiction, due to objective limitations in this remote corner, ultimately had to be suppressed.

However, when it comes to her own feelings, the discomfort is distorted into a kind of hallucination, which seems to be a very normal psychological mechanism.

In conclusion, based solely on the current situation, Fu Qian believes it can be entirely explained by pathological factors.

"So, for you, you're practically withered now?"

While Mrs. Tracy was calming down, Fu Qian also spoke up to confirm something.

"Yes, it's just one last small step away...that's why it's 'very performative'."

As expected, the Q&A format was less stressful, and Mrs. Tracy responded quickly.

Furthermore, it was clear that she still harbored some resentment towards one of Fu Qian's comments.

"And then it wasn't him?"

Unfortunately, Fu Qian showed no embarrassment whatsoever, and simply continued to gesture towards the person in the chair.

"...Yes, it wasn't him, I'm sure of it."

Mrs. Tracy paused for a moment, then nodded again.

Is this really killing two birds with one stone?

They hoped to slow down the uncomfortable withering through this method, while also using this intimate union to verify whether the other person was a pair of surveillance eyes.

Before paying, I sighed.

By simply putting oneself in Mrs. Tracy's shoes, it's not hard to guess the role of this male companion.

Sometimes, indulgence stems from a fear of loss. Even when one no longer feels much joy from something, remaining so proactive may not be without the urge to cling tightly to a cliff and not fall.

On the other hand, the instinctive reaction to try to identify every suspicious person in the sanatorium after a fruitless search by the spy can also be described as an attempt to uncover their identity.

"If my previous actions have caused you any displeasure, I sincerely apologize."

While Fu Qian was expressing his understanding, Mrs. Tracy seemed to remember something and immediately apologized, even using honorifics in a very formal manner.

It's obvious she's referring to the act of using the money as a video recorder, which is frankly very disrespectful.

"Because I can't find it, I'm becoming less and less willing to stay in my room... especially when I'm resting alone, it feels very unbearable."

“There’s always a face out of sight, and the moment you close your eyes, he emerges from the shadows and stares at you…” Mrs. Tracy didn’t forget to defend herself while apologizing.

"I understand, that's why you want an extra pair of eyes to keep an eye on things for you."

He waved his hand in response, indicating that he really didn't have any negative emotions.

"And my previous appearance was indeed a very suitable choice."

……

One thing at a time, in Fu Qian’s view, Mrs. Tracy’s idea actually makes sense.

If I can't find those eyes myself, then I'll ask someone else to help me find them.

Even if others can't find it, at least it can reduce some of the discomfort of being spied on.

Now it seems understandable why he acted so irrationally.

Of course, "staring" here is an abstract expression; the essential meaning is that he is paying attention to her, since even his eyes are covered.

"So it's not Servez either?"

Not only did he show great understanding, but as Mrs. Tracy gradually calmed down, Fu Qian even switched to the next topic, mentioning a certain name from before.

"No, although they look very similar."

Mrs. Tracy shook her head again, this time appearing less certain.

"I once had doubts about him, not only because he was the attending physician here, but also because of his ghostly habits."

“Besides his own office, Selvis can be anywhere, at any time you can’t imagine… Unfortunately, I ruled him out a long time ago, and even today, I’ve ruled out everyone in the nursing home.”

So he really is a doctor? He even sounds a bit like someone in charge.

In common movie plots, such characters are often the masterminds behind the scenes that you eventually have to face.

"It also appeared in your house?"

Fu Qian nodded and asked another question.

"Of course, but it's clear he's more interested in women's minds than their bodies."

Mrs. Tracy answered quickly, and it sounded as if the man had also deeply damaged her confidence.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little tired. If you don't mind, I'm going to go back and rest."

Furthermore, her desire to confide in others seemed to have been completely exhausted, and she directly and unilaterally proposed to end the communication.

That weariness was so palpable; she didn't want to say a word more, and seemed completely indifferent to her partner's fate.

"Of course I don't mind."

A contestant in this mental state wouldn't be very valuable even under torture. He immediately responded in a very easygoing manner, not even minding revealing his next target.

"So where is Dr. Selvis's office?"

……

"Go down the stairs in the northwest corner of the main building's basement."

Her easygoing nature made Mrs. Tracy's tough stance seem like it had hit a snag.

After glancing at Fu Qian and confirming that he wasn't joking, Cui Xi directly gave him a specific address.

“If you walk further up the mountain from there, you will see many independent small buildings. I live in the third one.”

Not only that, she even gave details of her address.