Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2757: Chapter 2752: 13th Day Story (9)

So it’s not about failing to recognize, but "truly" recognizing.

After the special action, there was no hesitation, and the footsteps of the staff quickly faded away.

For Fu Qian, whether it was the reminder in front or the item in hand, it all profoundly indicated one thing.

That is, the service personnel were not unfamiliar with their tasks, mistakenly treating her as the original owner of the attire. On the contrary, they came specifically for this.

She not only knew that Fu Qian was the columnist who should have been tied there and suddenly went insane, but also came specifically to offer a reminder, even to deliver something.

Sure enough, it did not disappoint, this sanatorium is becoming increasingly interesting.

Yet at the same time, another sentence increasingly felt familiar—wasn’t the timing way too precise?

How did she know I would escape?

How did she know I’d escape at this time?

It’s no longer an issue of waiting here with a stopwatch; it’s practically a director commanding the scene with a script.

However, despite having such doubts, Fu Qian did not pursue to ask more questions but continued walking in the opposite direction.

She lowered her head at a certain moment, looking at the item in her hand—

[The columnist who narrowly escaped knew well that a shabby disguise couldn’t last long.

Yet before he could traverse those hedges and attempt to escape into the mountains, he was lucky enough to learn it was actually a trap.

After a brief inner struggle, he chose to heed this warning and instead tried to hide within the sanatorium.]

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Is the director really present?

The item in hand is actually simple, a neatly folded slip of paper.

And within the pale golden paper, wedged a key of even deeper gold color.

After opening it, what appeared were the three sentences written above.

Amongst them, the overly timely content decidedly pushed the level of enchantment of the event to new heights.

Good news, the previous speculation was correct; there truly seems to be someone in control behind the scenes.

Bad news, what’s in control seems a bit too much.

It’s no longer an issue of appearing at the right time and offering reminders.

It seems even the passionate plans of Lady Trish were long within control?

Even including my chance to escape during this opportunity?

If true, then this is indeed quite impressive.

Even Lady Trish and her partner, could they also be under that mastermind’s command?

If that’s the case, it can only be said that the latter found two truly superb actors.

The feelings displayed by the wild couple during the entire process were so intense, no traces of acting were evident.

Most notable is that I, the core advancing the plot, genuinely improvised.

There have been stories of directors intentionally not letting actors know the actual script and instead producing legendary classics.

But striving toward that concept feels too canonical, hard to convince the masses.

The final outcome being everything in front seems rapidly diving towards transcendence.

So with an ordinary physique, must I face powerful destiny head on this time?

The difficulty suddenly surged, contrasting with the seemingly incomprehensible logic of the warehouse.

If brute force is permissible, what mindset insists on making the administrator perform a literary piece?

Of course, now’s not the time for complaints; an urgent choice is in front—

With the script laid in my hands, now as a director reviewing the actors, should I follow the script to act?

Thoughts whirring, footsteps unrelenting—after yet another turn, Fu Qian once more witnessed the quietness of this corner, indeed encountering no one again.

Meanwhile, the thorny bush fence seen from the window earlier left no obstacles between it and me.

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You tell me there’s a trap there, and I truly believe it exists?

You tell me I won’t go there, then I truly don’t?

The season isn’t ideal, and the thorny shrubs appear oddly green.

Fixated on that strange color, Fu Qian seemed to gradually savor the joy of this mission.

If there’s no trap there, yet I chose to believe and avoid it, does that count as a trap?

Indeed a marvelous decision.

Even such a multiple-choice question didn’t make Fu Qian pause for even a moment.

Unwavering footfalls, pace unchanged, she had quietly turned aside heading in the opposite direction of the fence.

Though the issues may seem bewildering, it’s merely a matter of level not yet attained.

Whether there’s a trap beyond the fence isn’t crucial; what’s crucial is someone pointing out "there’s a trap there."

This implies that escape route had long been calculated.

This choice, nearly reliant on seizing the opportunity, already lost its greatest advantage.

Next, it’s merely whether willing to risk excessive exposure, gambling on a long shot as a last-ditch effort.

Fu Qian simply did the bookkeeping, concluding it’s not worth the tradeoff.

Thus the final result, she decided to momentarily act as a good actor.

However, even cooperating with the director, another question arises—the subsequent plot, does it vanish?

The script only consists of these three sentences, where exactly does the columnist who escaped intend to hide within the sanatorium?

Fu Qian compared the extra key in her hand with the original batch.

Fact proved, indeed one was of the same style.

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This key in the note, also originating from some VIP-exclusive residence?

Not entirely rigorous but an easy deduction.

And this deduction effortlessly reminded Fu Qian of the suite Lady Trish once revealed.

By comparison, that place undoubtedly is the most private within the sanatorium, seemingly suitable for concealing oneself.

Yet at the same time, truly retreating to hide around there feels rather unwise.

On one hand, the distance is quite extravagant, almost at two ends of the entire complex, the process necessitating traversing the entire sanatorium.

On the other hand, even if worshiping "the most dangerous place is the safest," that’s not the way to execute it.

Once Lady Trish’s partner is discovered, considering that his clothes were completely taken by me, disguised to mimic his appearance.

At that time, his residence and vicinity might easily become key search areas.

But——

A mere glance, Fu Qian pocketed all keys, unyielding steps advancing towards the VIP zone.

Forever remember the original intent, this mission’s goal was never "hiding well to avoid detection," but "depart this place by judgment day."

Now what I need to do is invoke interaction and in the process seek the road to survival.

And quite evidently, whether the previous couple or now the mysterious director, that area is undoubtedly the congregation of relevant elements.