Chapter 156 Mad Researcher

The thin man in front of him made Xing Ze feel inexplicably disgusted. He couldn't tell where this feeling came from.

Perhaps it was the madness that flashed across his brown pupils, or his pale and sickly complexion, or perhaps it was his eyes that looked like he was looking at a corpse.

In short, Xing Ze hated Ackerman, and even more hated sitting with him to talk about things. The other party's voice without fluctuations sounded like a mechanical machine that followed the rules, making people feel like they were talking to a robot.

"I'm glad you're here, Mr. Xing Ze." Ackerman pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Judging from the thin steam rising from the coffee next to him, he should have been here for a while.

"I'm not happy." Xing Ze didn't intend to hide his disgust at all. As early as when he first received psychiatric treatment at St. Mungo's, he had spoken ill of Ackerman.

"I'm not surprised." The therapist calmly pushed the coffee aside, "But we have an agreement, don't we? I promise, sir, it will save you a lot of time to chat with me for a while than for you to try to get me here."

"Then hurry up, Mr. Ackerman, or should I call you Herbert West?"

When West heard the name, his face did not fluctuate at all, "It must be one of my talkative colleagues who told you some of my past."

"That's good, so we don't have to waste time introducing ourselves. I'll just say it straight, sir, you are a special person."

"I'm really flattered."

West smiled stiffly, "My teacher, Hanno von Winkler. He has been studying dreams all his life..."

"Speak to the point, Mr. Ackerman." Xing Ze interrupted, "I have investigated him, and I know that after he retired due to mental conditions, you led his research.

"Then we can save a lot of time again. My teacher found that some people can contact dreams more easily than ordinary people. We call them dreamers. Sometimes they enter dreams during sleep, but they are only slightly affected.

"When the influence becomes large enough, they will have various hallucinations like ordinary people. Unlike ordinary people, some of them will not go crazy. Instead, they will be inspired."

"Inspired? By whom?" Xing Ze frowned and asked.

"By the things in the dream."

Xing Ze remembered that Edwin had mentioned to him: the Demon Feast Cult would make those who can communicate with dreams the sons of God.

"Son of God."

West leaned forward and asked in confusion, "What?"

"Some religious organizations call this kind of people the Son of God." Xing Ze explained, "Just like... like the Son of God in Christianity. They hope that these people can open the way to dreams, so that the true God can come to the world."

"Very interesting theory." West nodded thoughtfully, "Back to the previous topic. We prefer to call those who are inspired and have not lost their minds as dream travelers. Their spirit, well - their spirit and reason are in a delicate balance.

"It is difficult for them to be affected by dreams again. At least when faced with some mild dream pollution, they do not have any fluctuations. However, after using more serious pollution on them, their performance varies. Some collapse quickly, while others can last for a long time. "

"You use those people for research?" Xing Ze questioned.

"They are voluntary." West said calmly, "Our research has been approved by the International Magic Committee."

Xing Ze did not intend to dwell too much on this matter, "Benson is one of them? "

"Benson Price, yes, he is a very good experimental subject." The therapist's face finally changed a little, with madness and obsession.

"What do you want to say?" Xing Ze asked impatiently, "Are you implying that I can also communicate with dreams? So, you want me to join the experiment?

"But I thought your research had been shut down. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been transferred to St. Mungo's."

West nodded and said, "You are right. They stopped my research, but not Hanno's."

"It sounds a bit complicated. Can we skip it? The part about your research."

"Of course, I was going to mention this." West returned to his original appearance, "What I want to say is, no matter what you are investigating, let me join, I can help you."

"Why? Why do I need your help?"

"I can help you solve some unexplainable problems." West said.

"For example?"

"For example, what you found in the underground arena in Nottingham. I don't think you know what that place is used for."

Xing Ze chuckled, "Maybe you can explain what that place is used for, but you can also find a bunch of nouns to deceive me."

"Don't make a decision so quickly, Mr. Xing Ze." West took his briefcase from the side, "We still have time, they shouldn't have reached the last step."

"Speak human language, Mr. Ackerman."

"When I join you, I will naturally tell you everything I know. Before that, I suggest you take a look at my research." West took out a large stack of bound documents from his briefcase.

"I have eliminated a lot of obscure content, and strive to make it understandable to any ordinary wizard."

"Wait." Xing Ze waved his hand like begging for mercy, "Why are you pestering me?"

"Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"I'm not a sleepwalker."

"I'm a sleepwalker. Of course you're not them, you're more special than them. When I first diagnosed you, I knew you were the one Hanno was looking for.

"You're special, Mr. Xingze. Take a look at my research, and then give me an answer. I'll wait for you."

After saying this, West stood up, nodded politely to Xingze, then picked up his briefcase and walked to the door.

Xingze looked at the pile of research materials on the table and sighed heavily.

...

On the way back in the Night Thestral carriage, Ellie asked him about the content of the conversation.

"Beach, bikini, and crab roe burger."

Ellie frowned in confusion.

"Then what do you think two men talk about when they sit together? "

The young lady took out her wand and knocked on the carriage door in anger. The door next to Xing Ze suddenly opened, and the cold wind rushed in like a knife.

"Calm down, Miss Shafik, I'm kidding you. For Merlin's sake, close the door."

The young lady moved her wand, and the door closed immediately.

"He wants to join us." Xing Ze answered honestly.

"What?" The young lady was very surprised, "For what?"

"To better study dreams."

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