Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2750: Chapter 2745: 13 Days Story (Part 2)

Is it endless? What’s been going on with the warehouse lately?

The source is even closer than that iron door, making certain sounds easily distinguishable in the silence.

Not to mention for Fu Qian, his recent experience of observing such matters could be called abundant.

However, it was precisely this abundance that made him confirm what was happening outside, rendering him intolerant of the irony in his heart.

Although he’s never expected much from work benefits, isn’t the double standard a bit too obvious?

On one hand, Mr. Ji Sr. becomes a courtly playboy, enjoying plenty of work perks, while the newly appointed Administrator also enjoys a similar scene, yet Fu Qian is merely part of the onlooking crowd?

As the saying goes, nothing fears comparison; it’s not a matter of interest.

After observing the Em House Palace earlier, this stark downgrade in perks naturally incites indignation.

Of course, despite the dissatisfaction, Fu Qian didn’t let any noise escape his attention, striving to discern some valuable information from that heap of onomatopoeia.

Unfortunately, those two seemed quite absorbed, with their entangled sound effects practically allowing one to imagine drooling strings and other messy things.

Until the passion thoroughly burned out, the two communicated purely through body language, without uttering a word.

"Is this the special place you were talking about?"

Fortunately, the man seemed somewhat older, finally moving to soul communication with relatively high efficiency.

In that voice dampened by restrain, one could clearly hear the return of reason and logic.

"Yeah, don’t you think there’s no place more suitable than this?"

The other one was much more free-spirited in comparison, even laughing softly as they asked in return.

...

Both voices were unfamiliar.

The passionate couple left without pulling up their pants, which strangely gave Fu Qian some comfort, as he managed to gather a piece of information.

Clearly, neither of the voices had been heard before, suggesting they weren’t among the old acquaintances Fu Qian planned to visit.

Judging by their conversation, it seemed they were searching for a passionate spot and ultimately settled here?

It’s hard to deny the particular nature of this preference.

Whether it was their cautious posture entering the room or the deliberateness in their dialogue, it was enough to prove that the two knew there was an audience here.

Could it be yet another mutual journey with the audience in mind?

"Quiet, secluded, almost no one comes by outside specific times."

The woman continued listing her reasons, seemingly indicating she was no younger than her male companion.

"Indeed, even during walk times, no one would choose this direction... but it seems like there’s still someone here?"

The male companion sounded quickly persuaded, though ending with slight doubt.

"Really? Do you think of him as a person?"

The woman’s reaction to his statement was somewhat peculiar, even containing a hint of surprise.

"That would be wonderful; for you to consider him a person. Is that why you performed so well just now?"

"Celsus did say that mentally, he no longer possesses human traits."

...

As expected.

Once a person loses freedom, they often can’t even serve as a tool, merely as a prop.

The abstract conversation nearby was surprisingly understandable for Fu Qian.

It was obviously the woman’s idea to come here, and entirely premeditated.

Not only was the presence of someone here remembered, but it was, in fact, an important consideration.

Maybe the therapy works a bit too well? Everyone seemed quite enthusiastic and full of life.

"I feel the same, I hope he can be our witness."

The woman’s restrained yet crisp laughter seemed to confirm it.

"Especially if, as described, all information enters his brain in a fragmented way, unable to comprehend but recorded, and at the same time unable to respond...

"Wouldn’t that be like having a private file belonging to us secretly stored there?"

Indeed, a creative thought.

Unbothered by the fact that in the woman’s description, he was entirely reduced to a prop.

At that moment, Fu Qian even somewhat approved of the woman’s quirky idea.

A listener who receives data in special code, yet can’t output it, certainly suits as an alternative storage device.

What? Storing it won’t help?

Knowing it’s stored is the most significant role it plays for those involved.

"You’re right, Trish, you’re a genius. There was indeed a unique flair just now... we all seem to owe him thanks."

It seemed even the male companion was convinced, reflecting on the situation.

In his heartfelt praise, he even revealed the woman’s name, showing signs of relief.

Though with that affectionate nickname, Fu Qian was more curious about the earlier mentioned name, Celsus.

It could be heard that Trish trusted Celsus’s judgment a lot, perhaps he’s the chief doctor here?

If that’s the case, he would undoubtedly have significant involvement in the current situation.

How did a visitor end up in such a state?

It even seemed acknowledged that leaving this place would be difficult.

Cough, cough...

With this question in mind, Fu Qian cleared his throat and politely remarked.

"No need to thank."

...

The world suddenly quieted down, as if returning to the very beginning.

But Fu Qian knew well that not far away, there were now two petrified silhouettes.

It wasn’t intentional to shatter the harmonious atmosphere; it was just that the two were clearly preparing to leave the scene, already hearing the slight sound of the door opening.

Without speaking to try to hold them, who knows when such a stroke of fate would come again.

Click—

Though it didn’t seem very effective, the next moment the sound of the door opening was even more brisk.

It then closed immediately after, with the pair already fleeing frantically.

"What’s today’s date?"

Fu Qian wasn’t bothered, nor did he try to keep them, he simply asked the air.

"...Can you see?"

About a breath later, the man’s incredulous voice finally sounded, with a hint of dryness.

"No, I just believe you won’t leave, so it’s your turn."

Fu Qian calmly replied.

"Of course, I can see, though your face is covered—do you mean today’s date?"

Realizing Fu Qian’s intention was for him to respond, the man initially didn’t realize what to answer. It was only halfway through speaking that he caught on.

"Of course, I was asking for the date."

Unfortunately, he didn’t get a chance to answer, as Trish, observing for a while, coldly replied for him.

"Today is the 48th."