Chapter 2767 - 2762: Thirteen-Day Talks (19)
Chapter 2767: Chapter 2762: Thirteen-Day Talks (19)
Actually, the old man is right, Fu Qian is indeed talking nonsense.
Don’t be fooled by the former’s cheerful shouting over there; it can indeed be entirely dismissed as Extraordinary Elements, understood instead as a mentally ill person’s self-refutation—
Years ago, the suicide of his beloved son led to his own mental issues, which prompted the birth of this asylum.
And that long career as a Recorder was nothing more than a self-deceptive and masochistic game generated from his inability to accept that his son was gone forever.
In record after record, the old man was trying to trace his son’s shadow.
As for why he really found it?
It’s simple; it can be understood as the same reason why the old man couldn’t search for the things he recorded.
The part of the self with the ability to search was gradually separated out, becoming an independent entity.
This was the real way he had been living within his will, as mentioned before.
So no matter how fiercely he spoke or how ruthlessly he applied pressure, the old man was still having a conversation with himself.
And the so-called loss was merely a narrow definition he imposed on himself under such circumstances.
Everything was still in the old man’s mind; he just believed he had forgotten.
Theoretically, attempting to solve this problem was akin to climbing into someone else’s head to connect neurons—a tremendously difficult operation.
So why did Fu Qian say, let me find it?
Very simple, for feeding off privileges without doing any work.
The old man’s overly intense mental state necessitated an outlet.
If he didn’t take on this job, he feared he would stand over there and drive himself to death, insisting on finding a result.
Compared to having his son slowly search for it earlier—which might take "relatively long"—it seemed all the more like "killing time."
Thinking and thinking, until Judgment Day arrived, and there’s no need to play anymore.
In summary, under such circumstances, it’s necessary to decisively use this method of issuing a blank note to help the old man achieve clear thoughts and thereby avoid risk.
"...If you can really find it, then we definitely will express our gratitude."
Facts proved, under a small mental coercion, the old man truly calmed down.
"What about the other piece of intelligence? Consider it an equivalent exchange."
Even the chips were quickly thought out; neither side would suffer.
...
This was too calm, wasn’t it?
Unfortunately, that was what the old man thought, at that moment, Fu Qian’s heart was already deeply conflicted.
Intelligence exchanged for intelligence? It sounded fair at first, but why did he detect the smell of a cunning businessman?
Like asking you whether there was a discount for recharging, you tell me there is, and you can additionally send some stuff.
Not a single discount applied, just a matter of changing data from beginning to end.
"Deal."
However, despite the rant, Fu Qian immediately maintained his tone and locked down a potentially dead end.
Speaking of which, if not overthinking, this mission’s Star of Death seemed a bit too numerous.
"So, where do I find you when the time comes?"
And even though the person behind felt akin to a Death Star wholesaler, Fu Qian did not forget to inquire about contact methods.
"Mo Song... find a dark space with at least three right angles, just call this name."
The other party even provided it, although the condition was slightly odd.
Also, the name seems uncertain whether it belongs to the old man or his son.
Naturally, out of courtesy, Fu Qian did not ask.
"Moreover, if indeed lost, you can check Servis’s office..."
The old man was surprisingly a bit enthusiastic, voluntarily offering a tiny clue.
"Judging from the residual traces, she appeared there last."
...
Interesting, is it that place again?
There was even additional intelligence coming out; at that moment, Fu Qian felt quite relieved.
Reviewing the exchange process, there was every reason to suspect that if he hadn’t willingly taken on this task, he likely wouldn’t have gotten this intelligence.
Peace and prosperity seemed to be the embodiment of the word.
Moreover, this location was undoubtedly very special, and it wasn’t the first time it was heard of.
The attending doctor’s office, where he would rarely be...
Even in the previous plan, that place had always been a key area.
Was Laxik last seen there as well?
If optimistic enough, it could be understood as if there is a secret passage for leaving there?
It not only provided a clue for searching but was a very meaningful gain for the containment target of this occasion as well.
After completing the instructions for contact, the old man behind him had already silently left without a sound.
Fu Qian also did not call out to retain him, for this occasion had been quite fruitful already.
Yes, the "escape route" related to the attending doctor’s office was merely one of the gains as seen by Fu Qian.
There were not just one or two questions; actually to some extent, they had been confirmed.
For example, Laxik was not one of the "outsiders."
Earlier, when attempting to use the latter as a search term, the old man’s response had no result.
If believing in his son’s professional standard, it could be understood that Laxik was different from himself?
Thereby excluding the possibility belonging to a warehouse predecessor.
Besides, there was another point: Laxik seems to have eventually left here.
On one hand, it seemed to confirm the existence of the way to leave.
On the other hand, it also seemed to confirm the initial impression that things here theoretically occurred before the endless cycle of the videotape.
Originally, at the end of that task, he speculated that Laxik might be a tool, specifically placed inside to be tormented mad, allowing subsequent players the chance to complete the task.
So who did it then?
This question, you could say, was long-standing.
And consider that upon appearing in the asylum, Laxik was also classified by the Recorder old man as an uninvited guest like himself.
So being thrown here due to the warehouse, why did she come in?
If she was also thrown, would the one who did it be the person who placed her in the tape?
This single point made Fu Qian feel extremely investigable.
Even if Laxik’s related recordings disappeared, could it also be due to this reason?
Yes, even though it seemed there was a high probability, it was the old man’s own mental issues.
Yet if indeed "lost," Fu Qian would think it wasn’t an accident.
Of course, considering ordinary human physique, wanting to perform this type of investigation presents a bit of a challenge.
But Fu Qian didn’t mind; in this slipping process of Judgment Day, he casually gratifies his curiosity.
"Are you awake?"
Of course, before that, there was a little thing that needed confirmation.
Gazing at Lady Trish who twitched a bit, Fu Qian casually asked.
Because she’d been lying there refusing to leave, even the victim who fainted earlier had woken.
"You..."
Fortunately, when Lady Trish turned her head at the sound, her emotions weren’t particularly intense, and she immediately lowered her head and looked at herself.
"I was unconscious for three days?"