Chapter 2798 - 2793: Thirteen-Day Talks (50)
Chapter 2798: Chapter 2793: Thirteen-Day Talks (50)
See, I told you everything can be discussed.
With one inside and one outside, the light shone down from above.
In the chief doctor’s office, Fu Qian looked at Servis sitting opposite him, quite satisfied with the current development.
Perhaps the table was too big and heavy; lifting it required some effort.
After extending a sincere invitation, Mr. Servis was quite cooperative.
He even brought up the name Laxik without needing much emphasis.
Obviously, it wasn’t meant for idle chatting; it clearly expressed sincerity.
In previous conversations with others, he had continuously expressed his intent to find someone.
After getting the name Laxik from Mr. Mo Sr.’s side, he even straightforwardly told Lady Black House that he had shared hardships with the person involved.
In this context, as someone trying to figure out his purpose, it was quite normal for Servis to bring the topic to Laxik voluntarily.
"It’s not surprising, although I’m not clear on the details, from what I know, her experience is always quite regretful."
For a moment, Fu Qian didn’t hold back, and he was also deeply moved by Laxik’s ordeal.
"... Sounds like your relationship with her isn’t ordinary?"
The logic was overwhelmingly peculiar, so much so that Servis couldn’t resist asking another question.
"Kind of, actually, I’ve always been curious about what exactly our relationship is."
Fu Qian displayed no self-awareness, with a demeanor full of past memories, not feeling any issue with the causality.
"So you’re here this time to find her? Honestly, it’s been quite a while, almost a year."
Finally, having endured a bombardment of thoughts, Servis seized the opportunity to ask a key question.
"No, I hadn’t even realized she had been here before."
Unfortunately, Fu Qian shook his head instantly, providing a despairing answer.
...
"Her appearance is actually stranger than yours, almost like she got lost while walking."
Despair arises because of lacking intentions.
For Servis, confirming that the intruder was looking for someone would make it easier to provide information or even trade with relics, leading to a negotiation of the chips later.
However, it sounded like this was entirely a coincidence, just happening to encounter a familiar name in a special place, spurring some curiosity.
The situation was almost instantly slippery and intangible.
Yet, after only a brief silence, Servis continued talking about the old acquaintance as if nothing happened, sharing information unreservedly.
It appeared compromising, yet it was actually a very wise move.
Regardless of whether to believe the other’s words, a crucial issue was that there was no time to verify.
Even if the other party was secretly anxious, pretending not to be interested to gain some advantage, it was up to them to seize it.
Because time was limited, circumstances could deteriorate at any moment.
This was an unconventional game of courage; whoever could suppress their fear until the end would win more.
But the game of courage is less friendly to those with more chips.
If the worst outcome is mutual destruction, then the latter must consider whether it’s worth it.
So the ultimate choice was simple: as long as the person with fewer chips could remain calm, the other’s optimal solution was not to strive for not losing at all but to throw out all the chips to maximize the final benefit.
So from the beginning to now, Fu Qian’s stance was simple, focusing on expressing willingness to communicate and not fearing the worst outcome.
Servis, being an expert in studying various quirky brains, easily realized this——
No matter whether the other party is crazy, they certainly aren’t stupid; in fact, in some ways, they’re outrageously extreme, and there should be no wishful thinking.
"Didn’t she arrive by train?"
The hidden confrontation was unspoken, while publicly, it was an amicable echo.
Fu Qian naturally showed curiosity about the situation Servis mentioned.
"No, when we found her, she was already in the asylum, right in the place where you’ve been confined these days."
This development seemed to comfort Servis, mentioning yet another detail.
...
Even similar starting points? The more mysterious Laxik becomes, the more intriguing it is.
Theoretically, it’s not such an unbelievable piece of news, as that place wasn’t so excessively sealed; even Lady Trish and her companion managed to sneak in.
But from the perspective of a task person, the perception was somewhat weirder, as it involved a concept of an instance entry point.
The similarity of starting points inevitably reminds one of switching characters to start a new game cycle.
However, it’s not enough to overturn previous conclusions or think Lady Laxik was also an outsider or even a warehouse administrator precursor.
After all, there could be softer possibilities, like her appearance being related to the warehouse.
In that task named "Virtue Shelter," it was marveled at the time that Laxik’s ordeal seemed heavily designed.
It was like being thrown into a deadlock by a Great Power, until tortured to collapse.
As for the specific Great Power involved, there weren’t many bases for judgment.
It turns out that her experience is similar to that time?
Combining with the similar starting point, could it be the one who had been giving tasks?
Moreover, the latter using people as cannon fodder wasn’t uncommon.
"Interesting, does she herself not know how she arrived?"
For a moment, Fu Qian didn’t hide his interest, nodding slightly as he asked.
"She doesn’t know, her story is that everything went black, and when she could see again, she found herself in a strange place.
"I believe her; she didn’t seem to have experienced anything similar before, feeling quite bewildered and helpless."
Indeed, Servis had inquired about this aspect, speaking with considerable certainty.
Everything going black and then changing places? I’m familiar with that.
Servis’s description gave Fu Qian a strong sense of déjà vu, and he shook his head.
"And it seems you didn’t provide much help?"
...
"You know, this is an asylum, and my duty is to ensure that those who should stay here don’t go outside."
Even someone as seasoned as Servis seemed to show a hint of awkwardness in that moment, facing Fu Qian’s question.
But it was only a momentary matter; he soon provided a reason for refusal.
"I understand, no matter the means of arrival here, one needs to prove they’re not insane before leaving."
Fu Qian seemingly didn’t see any issue with what was said, signaling towards the last page of his notes with his eyes.
"As everyone knows, that indeed is a very difficult issue."