Chapter 2779 - 2774: 13-Day Tales (31)
Chapter 2779: Chapter 2774: 13-Day Tales (31)
Every two days? Interesting.
Although it makes sense, less popular routes often run every other day.
The frustration on Wayne Falter’s face was so genuine, like a student who had prepared diligently for six months only to find out the exam registration was yesterday.
"So we can’t go today?"
As Fu Qian empathized deeply, he wasn’t harsh, just casually confirming.
"We can’t. I’m very sorry, this was my mistake."
The other party responded immediately, expressing deep regret.
The apology was formal, maintaining eye contact with Fu Qian, not looking away.
"It’s okay, these things happen. So what should we do next?"
Fu Qian remained easygoing, waving it off as if it wasn’t a big deal.
Hmm...
However, observing the other person’s reaction, it was hard to feel reciprocal empathy.
Hope was just in front of them, abruptly cut off. It would be normal for someone to go mad.
Yet this reaction seemed like missing lunch and deciding to eat more at dinner.
"Are you sure? This kind of thing doesn’t happen often, does it?"
Unable to restrain himself, Wayne Falter finally couldn’t hold back a critique.
The underlying message was a renewed suspicion of Fu Qian’s intent, questioning whether he truly wanted to leave.
Doesn’t it?
Faced with such a retort, Fu Qian paused to ponder, recalling his work experiences.
"It happens often."
And he quickly nodded, reaffirming that situations where hope turns into despair were not uncommon.
"In any case, what we need to do now is hide you."
"With over twenty hours to wait, wandering around like before is too risky, especially since it’s daytime."
It’s hard to say how much was believed, but after a brief silence, Wayne Falter seemed to accept this reasoning and decisively decided to look forward.
"I understand your point, such situations are indeed dangerous."
Professor Fu, typically quick to adapt, immediately nodded while stroking his chin.
"Maybe we should gather twenty people to wait together. This way, it’ll only take an hour for the bus to come, and the chances of being discovered are much lower."
Not only that, he even came up with a suggestion.
...
"Are you joking?"
Originally, it seemed like the retreat route was being studied, but upon realizing what Fu Qian said, Wayne Falter appeared unable even to make a sarcastic comment.
"Just seemed like you were tense, and in such moments, it’s important to relax."
Fu Qian not only didn’t deny it but even provided a justified reason.
Your day might not necessarily be 24 hours... although one reason he didn’t voice.
Wayne Falter’s rationale might be grounded, but his cognitive limitations were glaring at this moment.
Unable to perceive the Well of Time, naturally, he couldn’t realize the hint of possibility behind this jest.
The more people, the more instigators arise.
The more instigators, the higher the likelihood of an explosion, manifesting here as triggering the Well of Time.
Even Wayne Falter himself had just done something similar earlier.
Yet the intriguing part was, theoretically, if he tried again, the present dilemma would likely be resolved.
Only, after his initial boldness, now he was slipping at a critical moment.
...
Truly—a heart hard to fathom.
At a certain moment, Fu Qian sighed internally.
The phrase might sound intense at first, but upon reflecting on the entire process, it seems well-founded.
When leaving the VIP area, heading directly to the chief doctor’s office, the core motive was simple.
Not necessarily to enter, but to observe the director’s response.
After a preliminary investigation of the sanatorium, now was the time to take the initiative in setting the pace.
Coincidentally, encountering a righteous person who escorted him away from there.
To Fu Qian, regardless of the performance’s brilliance or emotional depth, he always regarded it as a response from the director.
Wayne Falter guiding him here, seemingly ready to send him down the mountain, only piqued curiosity about what the director’s intent was.
In the end, the outcome undeniably mirrored the counterpart’s style.
On one hand, the character setting remained impeccable, selectively choosing someone empowered to escort him away.
Moreover, night guards might escort someone away, but there’s no reason to distance them from others.
Adding the role of a conscientious guide, continuously leading him to reduce interactions with others, seemed justifiable.
On the other hand, the plot retained the director’s trademark flair, full of twists and turns.
Keeping one guessing up until the last moment.
Though, to Fu Qian, Wayne Falter’s behavior wasn’t surprising.
If it was deemed as the director’s intent, based on prior behavior, the latter seemingly never wanted him to leave here?
So the probability of successfully taking the vehicle wasn’t high in Fu Qian’s estimation.
Certainly, theoretically, this was malicious speculation, lacking solid evidence.
Including Wayne Falter’s current actions, superficially unimpeachable—really?
His conduct might be commendable, but one thing remained hard to explain.
If the "darkness" within him sought the right opportunity to topple Servis.
This intense obsession led to the recent time anomaly, from night directly to day.
Yet the intensity was slightly lacking, originally supposed to leap a day and a half, ended up only half a day.
The premise seems reasonable, except from Lady Trish’s departure, it should have been the evening of the 52nd.
Indeed, unless another day silently slipped by during contact with Lady Black House, otherwise daylight should break on the odd 53rd.
Yet Wayne Falter claimed today was an even number, and indeed the train hadn’t arrived...
"What’s today’s date?"
Facing a brief silence, seeming to weigh the reliability of Wayne Falter, Fu Qian suddenly asked.
"54th, you forgot even this?"
The questioner wore a troubled face, pausing momentarily before choosing to answer.
...
Indeed, secretly another day passed.
Fu Qian harbored little doubt over Wayne Falter’s answer.
After all, unless time could reverse, the daytime of the 52nd couldn’t reappear.
And today wasn’t an odd day, 54th was already the best outcome.
As for how it was achieved?
Simply, with Wayne Falter’s "darkness" triggered, it didn’t transport them to noon of the next day, but the noon of the third day.
The 53rd, when the train would arrive, was skipped.
So did he really intend to help him leave?
"Can’t be helped, it’s easy to lose track of time here."
Faced with Wayne Falter’s surprise, Fu Qian glanced around, as if already absorbed in a world beyond.