Eldritch Horror Theatre

A roaming Heat Current, peering eyes, and then a shift in balance?

Mrs. Tracy tried her best to remain calm throughout, but as her audience, Fu Qian instead felt the vividness of her emotions.

Obviously, the seemingly free and cheerful life at the Sanitarium was nothing more than a facade.

For the person involved, this was clearly a process fraught with changes and complications.

On the one hand, her troubles really were being slowly cured. What was originally just an act of locking herself away had genuinely achieved a restorative effect.

On the other hand, this cure brought anxiety because it took effect through an extremely abnormal psychological sensation. It reached a point where she even felt her life was withering away because of it—too normal, wasn't that exactly how a sanitarium should be?

Never arbitrarily escalate the problem.

On the one hand, he wasn't fooled by Mrs. Tracy's facade, keenly perceiving the hidden circumstances.

On the other hand, he didn't easily fall into fantastical thinking just because of her horrifying description.

Normally, people who sought out a sanitarium suffered from either a physical or a psychological imbalance.

Compared to the relatively obvious healing process of the former, the latter, in Fu Qian's eyes, rarely sought a return to their original state. Instead, they aimed to gradually establish a new equilibrium and accept a new self.

Once he factored this in, did Mrs. Tracy's situation even require the introduction of supernatural elements?

Even a clever housewife couldn't cook without rice. The uncontrollable addiction plaguing her inevitably had to be suppressed in this remote corner due to objective limitations.

But as it specifically reflected in her self-perception, the resulting discomfort was distorted into a kind of hallucination—which also seemed like a perfectly normal psychological mechanism.

In short, based purely on the current situation, Fu Qian believed it could be entirely explained by pathological factors.

"So for you, your current self has almost withered away?"

While Mrs. Tracy took a moment to calm her emotions, Fu Qian spoke up to confirm.

"Yes, only that last little step remains... which is why the 'performance element is very strong.'"

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

Moreover, he could hear that she was still brooding over one of his previous remarks.

"And it's not him?"

Unfortunately, Fu Qian didn't feel embarrassed at all. He merely gestured toward the man in the chair.

"...No, it's not him. I'm very sure."

Mrs. Tracy fell silent for a moment before nodding.

Was she truly trying to kill two birds with one stone?

She hoped to use this method to delay the uncomfortable withering, while simultaneously using the most intimate of unions to verify if the other party was the pair of monitoring eyes.

Fu Qian sighed.

He only needed to put himself in Mrs. Tracy's shoes to easily guess the role of this male companion.

Sometimes indulgence stemmed from the fear of loss. Despite no longer feeling much pleasure from it, she remained proactive—likely driven by an urge to cling tightly to the edge of the cliff to keep from falling.

On the other hand, after failing to find the voyeur, trying to verify every suspicious person in the Sanitarium was simply a basic instinct.

"If my previous actions caused you any displeasure, sir, I solemnly apologize."

While Fu Qian was being so understanding on his end, Mrs. Tracy seemed to remember something. She actually opened her mouth to apologize, even earnestly using an honorific.

She was obviously referring to using Fu Qian as a video camera. To be honest, it really was quite disrespectful.

"Because I could never find them, I became increasingly reluctant to stay in my own room... Especially when resting alone, it felt agonizing.

"There's always a face just out of sight, and the moment I close my eyes, it emerges from the shadows to stare at me..."

Along with her apology, Mrs. Tracy didn't forget to defend herself.

"Understood. So you hoped to have an extra pair of eyes to help you keep watch."

Fu Qian waved his hand, showing he really didn't harbor any negative feelings.

"And the way I looked before made me a very suitable choice."

...

Keeping distinct matters separate, Fu Qian felt Mrs. Tracy's idea actually made sense.

'If I can't find those eyes myself, I'll have someone else find them for me.'

'Even if they can't find them either, it'll at least lessen the discomfort of being spied on.'

At this point, her earlier unreasonable actions seemed entirely understandable.

Of course, "keeping watch" was an abstract term. The essence of it was paying attention to her, seeing as his own eyes had been covered.

"So it's not Servis either?"

Playing the understanding part perfectly, Fu Qian directly switched to the next topic as Mrs. Tracy calmed down, bringing up a name mentioned earlier.

"No, although it's very similar."

Shaking her head once more, Mrs. Tracy didn't look quite as certain this time.

"I suspected him at one point. Not just because he's the Attending Physician here, but also because of his ghost-like habits.

"Outside of his office, Servis can appear anywhere, at times you wouldn't expect... Unfortunately, I ruled him out early on. Up to today, I've even ruled out everyone in the Sanitarium."

A doctor, as expected? He even sounded somewhat like the person in charge.

In typical movie plots, this kind of character was usually the mastermind you had to face at the very end.

"He's appeared in your room too?"

Fu Qian nodded and asked another question.

"Of course. But he's clearly more interested in a woman's brain than her body."

Mrs. Tracy answered quickly, and it sounded like the man had dealt a heavy blow to her self-confidence.

"I'm sorry, but I'm a bit tired. If you don't mind, I'm going back to rest."

Furthermore, her desire to confide seemed to be completely exhausted as she unilaterally ended the conversation.

Her weariness was palpable. Not wanting to say another word, she clearly couldn't care less about her male companion's fate.

"I don't mind at all."

A person in this mental state wouldn't offer much value even under severe interrogation. Fu Qian immediately gave an easygoing reply, not even minding exposing his next target.

"So where is Doctor Servis's office?"

...

"The Underground level of the Main Building. Take the stairway in the northwest."

His casualness made Mrs. Tracy's tough stance feel like she had punched thin air.

Glancing at Fu Qian to confirm he wasn't joking, Tracy straightforwardly gave a specific location.

"If you head toward The Mountain from there, you'll see many independent small buildings. I live in the third one."

Not only that, she even threw in the location of her own residence.

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