Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2751: Chapter 2746: 13-Day Tale (Part 3)

Very well, it has a real asylum vibe.

Today is the 48th, without even mentioning the month.

Trish hastily gave the answer, which upon first hearing, sounded somewhat uncooperative, even like she was wantonly giving wrong answers.

But Fu Qian didn’t rush to harsh interrogation, instead, he felt the style fit perfectly.

As mentioned before, early exposure leads to early treatment.

Considering the identity of the attendees as members of the asylum, if they seriously gave a normal date, it would actually require more effort to discern.

"Thank you, so what date did I come here?"

In the end, not only did he casually thank, Fu Qian even decisively abandoned common sense and asked casually.

"You don’t remember?"

Trish’s male companion sounded somewhat surprised, and even to Fu Qian, some hidden sense of luck wasn’t hard to catch—

This guy doesn’t remember when he arrived, indicating his mind is indeed a bit problematic.

So if he were to run away now, perhaps he would forget about this in a few days?

"Actually, after such a long time, my memory isn’t very clear either—"

"Why so much nonsense?"

Luckily, Fu Qian didn’t have to pour cold water on him, someone was already a step ahead.

Trish, the professional interrupter, once again proved herself by directly interrupting him.

Seemingly to vent some bad emotions, she almost shouted in a low voice.

...

Trish’s male companion remained silent for a moment.

Compared to his blind optimism, Trish exhibited more of a pessimistic attitude and didn’t expect the attendee to just forget about it.

Even the clear bad emotion seemed to fully reflect the lady’s concern for reputation.

"You came on the 1st, which is very memorable for precisely that reason."

After angrily addressing her companion, Trish decisively continued her explanation.

Such a neat date? No wonder the answer was given so confidently.

And her words also made Fu Qian nod secretly, feeling the logic was more reasonable.

But in this way, the visitor had already been here for 48 days?

As the brief introduction said, it’s indeed a place that people find charming.

No wonder Trish has such a bold idea; after observing for so long, the risk factor is undoubtedly low.

With a click of the tongue, Fu Qian seemed to have received good news.

To be bound in such a manner in this place is indeed a sorrowful encounter.

But it also seems to imply that the judgment day on the 13th day is almost certainly not calculated from the date of visit.

The operational window period ahead could be counted down from this number.

Of course, this conclusion is based on the credibility of Trish’s words.

"Can we leave?"

Additionally, the attendee seemed uninterested in chatting more, hesitated for a moment, and asked.

"Haven’t you always been able to leave? Feel free."

Fu Qian, respecting people’s wishes as always, had no intention of persuading them to stay, indicating that their coming and going was free.

...

After waiting for a while, the sound of a door opening and closing had yet to occur.

"About the earlier incident, can Mr. Fu help keep it a secret?"

It proves that even Trish’s companion realized the current issue is not about leaving but risk elimination.

Even Trish’s earlier question had the same purpose, attempting to probe the attendee’s attitude.

In summary, from this reaction valuing reputation, it seems clear they were all respectable individuals.

"What did you call me?"

Unfortunately, Fu Qian’s attitude was really ambiguous, continuing to focus on some strange issue.

"Is it incorrect to address you as such? Mr. Fu Qian... or is this not a real name?"

People indeed have tempers; Trish’s companion’s tone was icy, even a deaf person could discern their dissatisfaction.

Even using a real name? Should it be called laziness or too powerful?

Still ignored, when Fu Qian realized he was using a real identity card during this trip, only a sigh echoed in his mind.

Actually, there was some suspicion before; while feeling around earlier, it was evident that the palm’s size matched perfectly.

"How could it be, this is certainly a real name, I just wanted to confirm if I lied on the 1st."

Facing the discontent of the two respectable individuals, his explanation was sincere yet abstract.

"You can leave, I will help keep the previous matter a secret."

Before the two could respond, he finally answered the previous request, indicating there was no need to worry.

Hmm...

Unfortunately, the two respectable individuals remained silent.

"Aren’t you still not done yet?"

Resulting in Fu Qian specifically reminding them, indicating that it’s somewhat impolite to have a second go on the spot.

"...Of course not, it’s just how can we trust you’ll keep it a secret?"

In the more oppressive silence, Trish, who had been observing, finally spoke to defend, stressing that they have no more interest at this point, just lack trust in the attendee.

Additionally, through this brief exchange, she seemed somewhat overwhelmed by Fu Qian’s mental state, subtly questioning his reasoning normality.

...

Indeed respectable individuals, so concerned about personal image, verbal promises weren’t nearly enough.

Facing Trish’s concerns, Fu Qian fully understood.

After all, if they heard the earlier words, most people would likely feel discontent being treated as a disc.

No matter the promise, it’s challenging for the attendees to feel assured.

The situation appeared to have reached an impasse.

It seemed doomed from the moment Fu Qian expressed carefreeness.

"It’s your issue, you could try using your brains."

Although he could empathize, he clearly did not intend to provide technical consulting, heartlessly indicating them to think.

He was joking, the reason for calling them over was precisely because this situation, once launched, would be unstoppable, allowing the two attendees to fully exert subjective initiative.

"Absolutely correct... Actually, I have two options for you."

It seemed like Trish recognized reality quicker; at a certain moment, the voice came closer, almost sticking to the ear.

"Would you like to have the things on you untied or tightened?"

...

Correct, indeed some thought put into it.

Help you untie and escape, or tighten and strangle you.

Trish’s tone at that moment could be described as ambiguous, even feeling warm and moist breath spewing onto the ear.

Unfortunately, Fu Qian from beginning to end had no romantic thoughts, only commenting on the other’s performance.

Clearly, these two choices carry substantial threat.

Respectable individuals do strive for maintaining their dignity, but—

"Actually, between these two choices, the latter is obviously much more reliable."

Fu Qian still pointed out the shortcomings.

"After all, if I don’t escape and get caught, when asked about how I got away, your story becomes more believable."