Chapter 2797 - 2792: Thirteen-Day Dialogues (49)
Chapter 2797: Chapter 2792: Thirteen-Day Dialogues (49)
Lord Servis?
Though the voice came unexpectedly, in the small dark room where one was urged to update, it seemed quite reasonable for a columnist.
In that moment, Fu Qian wasn’t scared; instead, a name naturally popped into his mind.
Indeed, the saying ’voice mirrors the person’ might not be reliable, but this particular voice was unmistakably classic.
The voice didn’t have much vigor; it was overall deep yet impressively stable.
Coupled with prior descriptions of the chief doctor, it matched seamlessly with the image of a mysterious observer quietly watching from the shadows.
Not to mention, before the voice spoke, Fu Qian truly hadn’t noticed any other movements—he still didn’t, even now.
Instead of responding with writing, Fu Qian turned to look in the direction from which the sound came.
Just at the corner of the office, next to the large medical cabinet.
The space was more than enough to hide a person, but the problem was, no silhouette was visible there now.
Thud, thud thud...
Thankfully, the other party didn’t continue to keep him in suspense.
Under Fu Qian’s gaze, the sound of fingers tapping on wood was suddenly heard.
Indeed, that’s why people shouldn’t fall into the trap of habitual thinking.
Just because the hidden compartment in the safe was obvious doesn’t mean there are no hidden compartments elsewhere.
The meaning behind the sound was clear, actively pointing out that the area behind was actually empty.
Someone was politely knocking at the barrier before them, as if visiting.
"Please come in."
In the midst of contemplation, Fu Qian didn’t keep the other at a distance, and indeed responded aloud.
...
Silently, there was no more sound from behind the wall.
Even when a certain shadow grew deeper, as if the wall itself was sinking inward.
This design was undeniably impressive, no wonder Lords Servis and Mo Song were able to move mysteriously within the sanatorium.
Faced with such change, Fu Qian clicked his tongue in amazement, deeply impressed by the designer’s wisdom.
Yes, silently the dark gate there was already open, quieter than the sound of opening a door.
The downside was that because the depths were darker, it was still hard to capture the silhouette within—snap!
Now it’s possible.
With a subtle sound, Fu Qian had already flicked the switch on the wall.
Dim light momentarily illuminated the black box... and the compartment within the black box.
A long and narrow face appeared there, with a large hooked nose, and two round lenses.
Facing the sudden bright light, the silhouette didn’t hurry to move.
In a glance here and there, it seemed like the lens reflection shone back, obscuring the look in the eyes below.
Is this really Lord Servis?
One must admit it very much fits the stereotype, there was both a hint of cold professionalism and a palpable sense of obstinacy and fanaticism.
At least to Mr. Mo Sr., the recorder, it was hard to imagine such vitality.
As to why it was said he and Servis moved mysteriously around the sanatorium through these mechanical routes?
It’s simple, one was the original owner of the place, the other its current controller, knowing the special layout was quite normal.
Besides, unless necessary, don’t add substance; once this hypothesis stands, even Mr. Mo Sr.’s prior behavior had a scientific explanation, temporarily skipping the introduction of other Extraordinary Elements.
"That’s my place."
Unfortunately, Fu Qian’s empathy seemingly wasn’t appreciated; the silhouette inside the hidden compartment watched him for a moment, then remarked his lack of politeness as their first words.
"It really is nice to sit here."
Fu Qian didn’t mind, hearing this he glanced at his hand, indicating it was indeed comfortable sitting here.
Indeed, while flipping through the notebook earlier, he naturally found a spot behind the desk to sit.
Adding to the prior invitation, the sense of having taken over indeed intensified.
...
"You’re quite different, were you waiting for me then?"
With a righteous and bold demeanor, Fu Qian’s reaction clearly made the other realize discussing shame with this person wasn’t necessary.
And Servis, who identified himself instantly, wasn’t angry; rather, he seemed more intrigued by this intruder.
"Yes, considering you were late, I casually looked at a book here."
Fu Qian didn’t hold back, raising his notebook, even justifying his actions with a legitimate reason.
It wasn’t mere bravado, he indeed wasn’t in a hurry to test the functionality of the Abyssal Chronicle.
From the beginning of the door-opening test, he had already assumed Servis was observing the whole time, the black box being ineffective to the latter.
Having entered the office under these circumstances, opened the safe, and even read the notebook inside... every potential affront had been committed.
And the art of maintaining boundaries is subtle, Fu Qian felt that continuing to write in the notebook wasn’t quite an offense against Servis.
On the contrary, that content might be what the other hoped to see, preferably unlocking it through payment.
One must learn to put oneself in others’ shoes.
Imagine facing such an unprincipled intruder, seeing his plans being turned upside down, what would the executive doctor first wish to do?
It’s simple, at least figure out what the intruder is thinking.
Their response to the notebook, even the contents they might write, would serve as very meaningful reference items.
Even, this action is best not delayed.
After all, with the situation spiraling yet not out of control, theoretically there was room for maneuvering.
Unless Servis really didn’t mind letting the director succeed, figuring out what the intruder wants quickly was a common step towards maximizing interest.
Of course, maximizing interest is just a choice; the other party can be unreasonable, emulate flipping the table, Fu Qian fully understood this.
But these days harmony breeds wealth, perhaps as a younger generation, it’s appropriate to exercise restraint and display willingness to cooperate, as basic courtesy?
...
"Oh? So have you discovered something from it?"
As proven, being kind once again proved effective.
Faced with Fu Qian’s unblushing explanation, the chief doctor hesitated briefly before stepping out from behind the wall.
And didn’t mind either, genuinely sitting across from the desk, chatting up Fu Qian about his reading insights as a visitor.
"I found an old acquaintance, though she might not know me."
With such a good start instantly, Fu Qian was naturally pleased, immediately patting the notebook and speaking truthfully.
"Laxik, right?"
Servis equally didn’t feign ignorance, casting a glance at Fu Qian’s notes, even letting out a sigh shortly after.
"I truly feel sorry for what happened to her."