Eldritch Horror Theatre

Doctor Dorian certainly didn't disappoint. Not only had he massively increased the dosage of the original treatment plan, but he had even prescribed new medication.

This newcomer, whose arrival helped maintain the number of people in the Church at four, was clearly an unfamiliar face.

At first glance, compared to the others and their unique skills, there was nothing particularly special about him.

His prominent cheekbones would normally give him a resolute look, but his face was completely slack with overwhelming terror. His posture was far more wretched than anyone else's.

One look was enough to tell that getting a normal conversation out of him would be nearly impossible.

But that didn't matter. If the doctor had written the prescription this way, he definitely had his reasons.

Besides, a lot could be gained without ever speaking a word.

For instance, the man's clothing style was completely different from the rest of them.

Did he lack a local household registration, just like Fu Qian did?

"Hilaria!"

While Fu Qian observed the man with a mild expression, the commotion he himself had caused upon entering was anything but mild.

Barely a breath passed. Once the people in the Church confirmed that something was indeed coming up from below, their reactions were far more intense than last time.

On the other side of the Statue, the Felt Hat Man—who always strove to maintain his composure—practically leaped into the air as he shouted.

"What the hell are you?"

A moment later, realizing what he had just done, he pressed himself even tighter against the Statue.

"Don't be nervous."

Fu Qian didn't seem to mind the impolite question at all.

One had to be reasonable. Compared to his last visit, his current appearance was indeed much more terrifying.

Setting aside the blood and filth covering him, the two identical faces embedded in his left and right arms were a sight shocking enough to short-circuit anyone's brain. A drastic reaction was perfectly normal.

"You'll have plenty to be nervous about later."

Therefore, not only was Fu Qian being highly understanding, but he also enthusiastically laid out the man's future for him.

...

"It really is Hilaria! Why are there two of her? What about the woman who went down earlier?"

Clearly, Fu Qian's reassurance was quite heartwarming. The Felt Hat Man almost choked on his own breath, having already tucked more than half his body behind the Statue.

However, after scanning the room with a look of existential doubt, he eventually spoke up again.

It wasn't that the others weren't surprised; they just seemed universally unwilling to speak.

Compared to last time, Brother Downcast was no longer completely unmoved.

But after his initial scrutiny, the trace of shock that appeared on his face quickly dissolved into a hint of madness.

Projecting an air of "I knew it would be like this," he lowered his head once more—this time, far more naturally than before.

As for the suspected outsider, he briefly raised his head at the Felt Hat Man's shout, but the sight that met his eyes caused him to instantly curl himself into a tight ball.

Then there was the final person, the Old Lady who had always acted so warmly. At this moment, she was staring straight in their direction, her lips moving continuously, yet not a single sound emerged.

Given the small bottle she clutched tightly in her palms, it was obvious she wasn't trying to communicate. Having witnessed such an excessively sinister scene, she was performing some kind of silent prayer.

"Schizophrenia."

Taking in everyone's reactions in an instant, Fu Qian continued to help the Felt Hat Man clear up his confusion.

Although the man had previously engaged in the atrocious behavior of mocking him and then hiding under his hat to ignore him, how could Fu Qian hold a grudge over such a petty slight?

"Bullshit! She split directly into two people?"

Unfortunately, the man's manners still weren't very good this time around.

Upon confirming that the face surrounded by flesh and blood really belonged to someone he could talk to, he recovered somewhat from his shock and raised his voice by a few decibels.

"Severe schizophrenia."

Fu Qian patiently continued his explanation.

"You know how it is. As a clergy member left behind to hold the fort, spending long periods alone makes her overthink things. Plus, she's under a lot of psychological pressure."

"...Then what about the woman who went down earlier?"

As the saying goes, a kind word warms three winter months. Despite Fu Qian's inhuman appearance, his continuous guidance seemed to make the Felt Hat Man feel the friendliness of life, even prompting him to show concern for Madam Bride again.

"Still down there. As you can see, I really don't have any room left to hang anyone on me."

While euphemistically describing Sarah's current situation, Fu Qian even took the time to reflect on his own lack of responsibility.

"I don't care why they're hanging on you... I just want to know what you plan to do by bringing them up here."

Brother Felt Hat obviously didn't truly care whether Sarah lived or died either; he was merely using the information to assess his own risks. Although he still didn't quite believe Fu Qian, he smoothly transitioned to the crucial question.

"Well—"

Fu Qian deliberately kept him in suspense this time, pausing for a moment.

But in the very next second, the Silver-White Pistol appeared in his hand, aimed squarely at the man's head.

"To help all of you develop schizophrenia, of course. Why else would I explain it in such detail?"

"You—"

This sudden shift completely caught the Felt Hat Man off guard. Alas, before he could say another word, a gunshot cut him off.

Fu Qian used practical action to prove that this was by no means an empty threat. The muzzle even spewed out a dazzling burst of golden fire.

And it instantly pierced through the target's hat, as well as the head beneath it.

...

He could understand Doctor Dorian's desire to stall for a bit of time, and he even agreed that slow, meticulous work yielded the best results, but Fu Qian still felt it was necessary to help speed things up.

The gun, naturally, was Mercy, and the bullets were custom-made specials of the Night Watchers. An ordinary person's head certainly couldn't withstand a single shot of this.

It even came with an enchantment.

Fu Qian had attached the Frenzied Flame—which he had obtained earlier by unlocking his inner potential with Chief Yuan's help—to the bullet.

He believed that even an extraordinary person might not be able to endure its abnormal effects.

The facts proved that the effects were surprisingly good.

The moment the mist of blood sprayed from the back of his head, the Felt Hat Man instantly ceased all movement.

And the changes that followed were even more exaggerated than those of a normal person getting shot.

First, there was a frantic, short-circuiting twitch, like a broken robot. The force of it was so violent that white brain matter whipped right out of the wound.

Then his head, his fingers, his toes—after a brief, violent reaction, every part of his body began to collapse like an avalanche.

By the time he hit the ground, he shattered into hundreds, if not thousands, of pieces.

It was as if the Felt Hat Man's very form of existence had been completely shattered by that single shot.

However, this didn't mean he had completely lost all vitality. Once those thousands of pieces of flesh hit the floor, they immediately began squirming and dividing like insects. They converged back into streams and sprinted wildly in all directions, their targets clearly set on every living person in the room.

"Ah—"

That naturally included Doctor Dorian's new pawn.

Being the closest, he let out a miserable shriek almost instantly.

He was then swallowed up by even more screams that followed, never to make a sound again.

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