Enforcer Manual
Chapter 752 - 750: Fire Alert_1

Chapter 752: Chapter 750: Fire Alert_1

Song Lan fell asleep early that day.

Perhaps it was because he was woken up early in the morning and had been running around outside all day, his head hit the pillow and he fell into the land of dreams almost instantly.

This was the world within a dream, feeling somewhat peculiar.

Unlike normal dreams, he was very aware that he was dreaming, and within the dream, he found himself in a dimly lit room by candlelight, becoming a boy with an unknown identity.

Possibly due to malnutrition, the boy’s figure was skinny and small. He was stretching out of a cabin-like room, placing the lit candle on an old cabinet, illuminating unfamiliar words and symbols in the room.

The words and symbols were a bright red color.

At this moment, the boy was devoutly kneeling before these bloody words and symbols, muttering to himself.

"God, if you truly exist, please guide me on my path!"

...

"Diago, where have you been?"

An impatient voice came from outside the door, and heavy footsteps grew closer and closer to the room. The person outside cursed and said, "Father Godel wants you to come over for a bit. We’re about to set sail, and you still need to make the final preparations."

Diago was the name of the boy.

His body tensed up as he heard the call, he quickly put out the candle, and his slender body squeezed into a pile of clutter.

As he tried to hide his body with the clutter, the room’s door was flung open by someone.

The newcomer was a man in his forties, dressed in a sailor’s uniform, his face covered with horizontal flesh, holding an oil lamp in his hand. His appearance, along with the room’s construct, made Song Lan uncertain whether this dream was happening in the same era as his reality.

However, when the man saw those blood-written words and symbols, his eyes suddenly widened, his body shivered, and the oil lamp fell from his hand, igniting the clutter. In just a few seconds, flames merged into one, and it was only when the scorching heat reached his feet that the sailor snapped out of his shock. He stumbled out of the room, still shouting frantically about "Godel’s identity, Father Godel!"

The boy made no sound, still enveloped in flames.

His skin blistered from the heat; he gritted his teeth and waited until the sailor had fled in panic before crawling out of the clutter. He then, bearing the agony of burns all over his body, escaped from the room.

Song Lan found the dream somewhat baffling.

He had no idea whom this boy named Diago was praying to, and why the sailor showed a ghostly expression upon seeing the blood-red symbols and words. His intuition told him that he might have witnessed a cult ceremony in the dream, which could be the only reason to explain the sailor’s abnormal behavior.

The "Father Godel" he mentioned was closely related to religion.

Once outside the room, Diago ran for his life until he reached the deck, blending into the crowd amid the noise.

It was a port city, where residents who had not yet gone to bed had voluntarily formed a fire brigade, and among the crowd, someone was waiting for him.

They were a group of boys and girls who seemed about the same age as Diago, dressed in tattered clothes, virtually indistinguishable from beggars.

Upon seeing his companions, Diago finally collapsed from exhaustion into someone’s arms.

Song Lan’s vision plunged into darkness along with him.

And as the darkness completely enveloped the dream world, he faintly saw a group of people, escorted by the crowd, coming forward, and the man in the center, an authoritative face, dressed in clergy attire.

His sharp gaze cut through the crowd, landing directly on Diago and his companions.

The priest whispered something to the people around him, and then those dressed in sailor’s uniforms came towards them with threatening postures.

The dream ended there.

Song Lan was very dissatisfied with this, it was like watching a movie reach its crucial part only to have the television at home suddenly break down.

The direct consequence of the dream’s end was that it caused him to awake as well.

The bedroom light had been turned on.

A cool sensation came from his forehead, and he immediately met Lu Xiang’s concerned gaze.

"You have a fever."

She placed a wet towel dampened with water on Song Lan’s forehead. This was the first time since she met Song Lan that he had genuinely exhibited symptoms of illness, even though he always talked about being sick as an excuse to avoid work, which was more often a pretext than anything else.

This time, he really had a fever.

His body was burning hot, and he was sweating profusely.

"What time is it?"

Song Lan glanced outside at the sky. If nothing was amiss, it should be the dead of night now, a long time before dawn.

He vividly remembered every detail from his dream; the scene of the crew walking towards Diago was still fresh in his mind.

"Just past 4 o’clock... Are you okay? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Do you need to go to the prosthetic hospital?"

"No need."

Song Lan shook his head, feeling not the slightest discomfort from the fever.

Indeed, his skin still retained a warmth resembling that left by a high fever, but as he woke up, the temperature was rapidly disappearing.

"Are you sure?"

Lu Xiang still felt somewhat uneasy.

After all, she was awoken by Song Lan, having fallen asleep in his embrace. Upon waking, she even had the illusion that she was holding burning charcoal—his body temperature was so high it didn’t seem like a mere fever.

"Sure, look, the fever has gone."

Song Lan held out his right hand, and Lu Xiang immediately grasped it.

Fingers interlocking, she squinted and focused on the changes in Song Lan’s temperature.

This was certainly not a fever.

She quickly confirmed her judgment; the way Song Lan’s "fever" subsided was also completely different from the symptoms of an actual fever.

"What on earth is going on?"

"I had a strange dream."

Song Lan spoke truthfully.

Although his reason told him that everything he had just seen was a preposterous dream—the structure of the port city and the attire of the people didn’t look like anything from their era—the absurd dream had caused his body temperature to change, leading Lu Xiang to mistake it for a fever.

He quickly guessed the reason for the temperature change.

At that moment, his perspective had been on Diago, amidst a scene of fire. The scorching heat felt so real that it didn’t seem like a dream.

"By the way, Old Lu."

Something occurred to him, and he asked, "Who is Diago?"

Diago?

Lu Xiang was silent for quite some time; after a while, she finally replied, "I’ll help you look it up tomorrow."

She had never heard the name before.

However, she realized that this name might be related to the changes occurring with Song Lan.

"You should continue sleeping for now. If there’s any discomfort, let me know at any time."