Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1707: Chapter 1702: Chaos Training

It’s a headache when patients don’t follow medical advice, but following it too closely can also have side effects.

Essentially, it’s about sending something to oneself, and even if the method seems to have a twisted sense of humor, upon closer inspection, it’s perfectly normal and impeccable.

However, what’s truly abnormal is that during the process of doing these things, one’s consciousness seems detached from oneself.

The messages are all about oneself, and the actions are quite targeted, yet they seem to provoke almost negligible reactions.

It’s undoubtedly a unique kind of inconsistency between words and actions.

Lady Cecilia has already learned to enjoy the misalignment between knowledge and actions she suggested, even training herself playfully.

Truly a seasoned imagination case; ordinary people really don’t have such flexible control.

As for the questions Cecilia just asked, why didn’t I point it out directly but instead offered answers she liked to hear?

There’s no need.

In this world, I’m inherently an exception, which doesn’t affect the practicality of this Black Box thinking operation.

This "inner world" safe space still doesn’t need to be broken for her.

"Thank you, but I feel unworthy without contributing. Should I do something?"

Regarding the loss of a house, Fu Qian showed no sign of disappointment, even proactively shifting focus to labor issues.

"It’s okay, just consider it an advance—"

It’s clear that Fu Qian really likes this gift, which Cecilia is very satisfied with, indicating not to worry about it.

"Tell me again about your special experiences back then, and what details you can still recall."

However, her generosity was instantly interrupted, her eyes gentle yet intensely probing, as Fu Qian suggested with a smile.

...

"Most of the time before my mother passed away, we lived together."

Even though it was offered as a return gesture, theoretically, I could refuse, but under those eyes, it felt surprisingly difficult to speak related words.

"She was always good to me, but she hadn’t come back by the time I fell asleep that day, so when I was awakened by thunder, I wanted to see if she was there..."

Finally hesitating for a moment, Cecilia surprisingly directly responded to the request, delving into more distant memories.

"And then you saw two identical versions of her sitting together? Did they do or say anything?"

For important information, Fu Qian always has a good memory.

"No, they didn’t speak... However, the one sitting closer seemed to turn and glance at me when I froze."

Seemingly forced into a scene she didn’t want to face, Cecilia’s face lost any joy, her voice low.

Of course, though very expressive emotionally, as her attending Doctor, Fu Qian knows that credibility isn’t high.

She shows considerable Talent in neurosis, likely a talent worthy of the Divine Ashes Institute.

And at this moment, the evolution of the Black Box thinking is undoubtedly progressing by leaps and bounds.

"But that’s all there was to it. After I ran away, nothing more happened, neither of them came after me nor did they come looking for me..."

And Cecilia’s oddity continued, climaxing emotionally with the final word.

"It’s unfortunate, and I can imagine your feelings—describe the design of that hand axe for me."

Concerning this, Fu Qian didn’t mind playing along, and while speaking, he glanced at Cecilia’s wrist.

...

"Does this have any meaning?"

Her hand instinctively retracted, though Fu Qian’s questions were rather disjointed, Cecilia, as the person involved, knew what he meant and was clearly sensitive to certain things.

The nightmarish experience ultimately concluded when she fiercely chopped off a hand with a collectible hand axe.

She even ended up with a scar to prove it was more than just a nightmare.

"Yes, could you describe it in more detail? Maybe one day I’ll help find that lost item."

Fu Qian, however, did not easily let her go, continuing to paint beautiful possibilities.

"Not large, very delicate..."

Evidently didn’t expect this reason, staring at Fu Qian for a while, Cecilia surprisingly chose to believe, beginning to describe slowly.

"There were hollow floral patterns on it, so it wasn’t very heavy..."

Quite reasonable, as otherwise, even an angry child would hardly manage to wield such a weapon.

"Do you remember the shape of the patterns?"

Nodding slightly, acknowledging the reasonableness, Fu Qian continued to confirm the details.

"I remember..."

And, surprisingly living up to expectations, after a brief hesitation, Cecilia not only nodded in agreement but even walked aside to pick up pen and paper and sketched casually.

Fu Qian, though not an art professional, seemed to sense something professional just from her gripping and moving the pen.

From that point of view, her previous acknowledgment of Tan Ying’s painting skills seemed even more valuable.

...

"After all, it’s been so many years, I can only remember roughly."

It didn’t take long for Cecilia to put down the pen and hand over her work.

"It indeed looks very delicate."

The curve of the blade was elegant, the pattern intricate.

Taking over the simple sketch, Fu Qian examined the not-so-complex lines.

Moreover, she was still too modest; even though it was an impromptu drawing, the details were rich enough to convey the original object’s sinister aura.

This item likely often appears in Lady Cecilia’s midnight dreams.

"So it really can be found?"

It’s a strange feeling to have an instrument that once hurt oneself praised, Cecilia frowned slightly, expressing doubt about Fu Qian’s claim.

"I’m not sure, but I’ll keep an eye out for it. Wish us luck."

Not even taking the drawing, Fu Qian casually handed it back to her.

However, though it sounded like an empty promise, Fu Qian was definitely not just all talk.

The dangerous three days that changed Lady Cecilia’s life perspective are yet to be fully understood, but one thing is quite clear—the missing hand axe was likely taken by a senior.

As for the two mothers she saw, in Fu Qian’s hypothesis, one of them was likely a senior in disguise.

Being elite from the warehouse, it wouldn’t be surprising if they had tools to aid such a skill, even if not as adept as I am.

So pursuing that sketch might not be very meaningful, but under appropriate circumstances, it could perhaps serve as a marker to trace senior movements.

In that case, not only would I gain an informational advantage, but we might even successfully trace back the origins of Lady Cecilia’s past experiences.

For professionals, a patient history is always quite important, especially when it’s about mental conditions.