Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 172: Leviathan’s Song (9)

Dragon Raja 5

“Having it and not having it are different,” Abbas said softly. “Everyone needs proof of their existence. That proof is your parents, your friends, your lover. They need you, so you exist. If no one needs you, you don’t exist.”

Caesar fell silent. This was a difficult philosophical question. Existence could not be proven, it depended solely on one’s inner feelings. Lu Mingfei believed that Abbas should not exist, that another man named Chu Zihang was supposed to exist in this world. Abbas didn’t just laugh it off as a madman’s fantasy. Somewhere in his heart, a small crack appeared, and he doubted his own existence.

So why did Caesar insist on his own existence? Was it because Gattuso’s family had enough money to buy out the country? In fact, Caesar himself wasn’t sure how much money his family had. Money, when it’s too much, becomes illusory.

Because of Nuonuo? Of course, this is good evidence, but considering that his fiancée is currently fleeing the world with Lu Mingfei, this evidence may not be solid enough.

Because of his mother? The woman named Gulveig had been dead for so long that her face had become blurred in Caesar’s memory, leaving only a gentle, freehand smile.

Speaking of which, Pompey has always been very reliable. Although he is a walking human seed drill and a typical irresponsible scumbag, whenever Caesar is in crisis, Pompey always appears in time and takes on the responsibility.

Just like when the child makes trouble at school, the father who always says that he is busy and has business to attend and cannot attend the parent-teacher meeting will appear, wave his hand and say that my son can’t be wrong. I don’t know who is wrong, but my son can’t be wrong.

It turns out that the best proof of his existence is the stud dad? This conclusion made Caesar want to cover his face.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached from afar, and Rebalco came to the card table. “The kid’s awake!”

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When the three men arrived, the ship’s doctor, who looked more like a butcher, was coming out of the medical cabin wiping his hands.

“Is the child awake?” Abbas asked.

“He fainted only because of hypoglycemia. He woke up after replenishing some glucose. The physical examination has been completed, and the physical indicators are all normal. He was exposed to some radiation, but it was not serious. The Germans during the Nazi period were not able to refine high-purity radioactive substances.” said the doctor.

“What do you mean by physical indicators are all normal?” Caesar keenly noticed that the doctor used a difficult term.

The doctor pushed the door of the medical bay open a tiny crack, and Caesar and Abbas peered through it. In the center of the medical bay lay a sterile room made of tempered glass, presumably used for emergency surgeries. A blood-red light shone in the sterile room, and in a corner, unlit, a tiny human figure huddled. She had long, jet-black hair, and her gaze was fixed on a corner of the sterile room, but it was clear that there was nothing there. Her eyes were exaggeratedly large, open and motionless, like a frightened puppet. In her hand, she clutched a grenade tightly.

“It’s a girl?” Caesar was surprised.

Abbas was equally surprised. Although he had hugged the child tightly, he didn’t realize it was actually a girl. She was wearing fur clothes and her face was covered with thick oil stains. She looked more like a little monkey that jumped out of the mud.

“Before she bathed, I thought she was a little boy,” the doctor said. “After she was clean, I realized it was a girl. She’s not as young as I thought. She’s probably about twelve or thirteen.”

“Who gave her a bath?” Caesar and Abbas looked at the doctor warily.

“She washed herself! She washed herself! I just prepared some hot water for her and locked her in the bathroom. I have a daughter!” The doctor quickly explained. “Besides, how could anyone touch her? She’s like a little Arctic wolf!”

“You said her physical indicators are normal, does that mean her mental indicators are abnormal?” Caesar asked.

“A stress-induced mental disorder,” the doctor whispered. “It’s hard for a teenage girl to not be psychologically traumatized after that kind of experience.”

“No wonder she ran away when she saw us.” Caesar nodded. “Even humans can’t believe it, right?”

“She’s highly aroused and alert, with hallucinations that can be mild or severe. She might think we’re no different from wild beasts, or even hideous demons,” the doctor said. “So I gave her that thing as a comfort. The explosives have been removed, so it won’t explode. But believe it or not, if you get close to her, she’ll pull the trigger.”

Caesar was silent for a long time. “It’s pitiful. The only thing she can trust is the grenade.”

“You won’t get anything out of her in this situation, right?” Schneider’s voice came from behind. He also rushed over after hearing the news.

Of course, they gathered here not just to care about the girl, but also to know the details of Leviathan’s appearance. After all, the information available in the video was limited.

The doctor shook his head. “She hasn’t said a word since she woke up.”

“How long will it take to recover?” Schneider asked again.

“Stress-related mental disorders develop suddenly, but recovery is usually relatively smooth. The time may be long or short, between half a month and a month,” said the doctor.