Chapter 399: Chapter 399 Stress Test_1
At last, Fu Qian still chose a gentler method.
After a brief wait, Gan Zuoxun finally stood up and, with a composed gait, walked towards the restroom.
The sorrow of a middle-aged man!
Fu Qian sighed without surprise.
As the saying goes, a man has two things that should not swell, his ego and his prostate.
And given his age, the latter is quite hard to avoid.
Fu Qian calculated the time and, when it seemed about right, stealthily approached and smoothly activated the Clear Dream Ring.
Based on previous experiences, when in the manufactured dream, one’s mind-state is also affected, becoming somewhat more candid than usual.
…
“Who are you?”
Gan Zuoxun, who was adjusting his appearance in the mirror, felt something unusual the next moment.
Turning his head, he noticed someone had appeared beside him without him knowing when.
“An old Chinese medicine doctor.”
In response to the question, Fu Qian casually replied.
“…Is it because of those rumors?”
Gan Zuoxun was dumbfounded for a few seconds, seemingly realizing something.
“Are you a Night Watchman?”
“No, but you catch on quickly, huh?”
Fu Qian complimented.
“Heh, ordinary people can delude themselves, but I certainly cannot.”
Gan Zuoxun chuckled and shook his head, looking around.
“Am I in reality right now? Or is all of this an illusion?”
“Don’t worry, you’re not in any danger. I just wanted to understand the situation a bit.”
Fu Qian gestured for him to relax.
“Alright, I will cooperate sincerely.”
“I thought you would first verify my identity?”
“Is there a need?”
Gan Zuoxun smiled meaningfully.
“This is the city hall. The fact that you could enter here and engage in this conversation with me means that I am already powerless in front of you.”
“This enormous gap in ability, I understand it very clearly.”
“Your words don’t seem quite consistent with your own status.”
“One still has to be honest with oneself.”
Gan Zuoxun looked at Fu Qian.
“Do you know why I knew at first glance that you were not an ordinary security guard?”
“Oh, how did you figure that out?”
Considering he had come for a psychological consultation, Fu Qian asked very cooperatively.
“We find ourselves in a marvelous world, and given my position, I have always walked on thin ice and been extremely sensitive to it.”
“Whether one is a Transcendent or not, their demeanor has an essential difference.”
“It’s a type of superiority that comes from deep within the bones; it’s not something that can be concealed with mere posture.”
“Of course, sociologically, we are still collectively defined as ‘humans’, so most people would prefer not to make it obvious.”
“But many times, even from the eyes of a security guard, I can feel a rather restrained sense of superiority.”
“It’s truly a peculiar feeling. They obey you, focus on you, revolve around you, but they consider themselves far nobler than you.”
“I see, it seems you’ve always felt surrounded by wolves.”
Fu Qian nodded with apparent understanding.
“Of course, I wouldn’t talk to you about equality in essence or anything like that.”
“The superiority between humans is not of a single kind. For example, those security guards of yours who are not Transcendents, compared to you, there are also some gaps that fundamentally cannot be bridged.”
“Transcendents are just more partial to violence, that’s all.”
“This, I indeed cannot deny.”
Gan Zuoxun chuckled after a slight start.
“Back to the matter at hand, what do you have to say about the rumors concerning you?”
It seemed that only now did Fu Qian remember the pressing issue.
“Is there a way for you to prove to me that you are indeed not affected?”
“I’m sorry, but you might have to tell me that because I can’t confirm whether I am affected or not,” Gan Zuoxun replied, shaking his head honestly.
“Understood, tell me about your symptoms.”
Fu Qian’s demeanor was like that of an experienced traditional doctor.
“Lately, I’ve been feeling a bit off. The most peculiar thing is that at a fixed time every day, I feel enveloped by darkness, as if both my body and mind are confined, and I have an urgent longing for light.”
“Sometimes I even need to rest in the sunlight for a while to ease that sensation.”
Is that so?
Fu Qian thought for a moment.
“When does it happen?”
“I don’t know if I’m trapped in an illusion, but according to normal time, it happens about an hour from now.”
So, this one planned to finish up at the hospital and then run back here to bask in the sun?
Fu Qian nodded.
An hour isn’t long, and as an experienced traditional doctor, inspection, listening, questioning, and palpation are essential.
Since he said so, it wouldn’t hurt to wait a bit longer.
…
Is it starting already?
Some time later, Fu Qian observed Gan Zuoxun by the window.
After dispelling the Clear Dream Ring, Fu Qian quietly stood by, managing to witness Gan Zuoxun’s “abnormal” state as described.
At that moment, Gan Zuoxun was sitting there with vacant eyes, seemingly enraptured by the sunlight.
This expression was indeed not quite normal for a city official.
But to Fu Qian, other than some stiffness in his body, he didn’t sense anything particularly abnormal.
However, if he remembered correctly, the True God that last descended upon Ariel seemed to be the conceptualized sun.
And before coming here, Yuan Shan had specifically mentioned this.
Could it be that he was indeed influenced by Ariel and thus so dependent on the sun?
Out of professional ethics, it seemed necessary to test this a little.
Then the question was, how to conduct the test?
Lock Gan Zuoxun in a dark room?
That would be easily discovered and the sealing effect could be hard to guarantee.
Fu Qian gazed at the sun blazing like a fireball in the sky, an idea forming in his mind.
The next moment, he took off the Emissary’s Mask.
The scene shifted, and back in the warehouse, Fu Qian picked up a crystal-clear bow from the table.
Blasphemy’s Embrace, an item acquired a long time ago.
Its effect was to seal the sun with a single arrow.
He had used it to scare people twice before; afterward, it had been left here, but it seemed it could finally come in handy this time.
With Blasphemy’s Embrace in hand, Fu Qian didn’t waste any time and put the mask back on.
Waking up on the second floor of the bookstore, he hurriedly headed to the city hall.
After sneaking back into Gan Zuoxun’s office, the man was still sitting in his place basking in the sun, looking exactly the same as when Fu Qian had left.
Fu Qian had no intention of being polite. His hand rested on the nearly transparent bowstring, slowly pulling it back.
An arrow formed of rusty colored tentacles took shape, aiming at the sun in the sky.
As the arrow whistled out, seconds later, a dense, rust color exploded where the sun was.
This color quickly spread, covering the sun completely until only a halo of light remained, casting shadows over the entire sky.
The connection should now be thoroughly severed.
“Hmm?”
Just as Fu Qian was about to observe Gan Zuoxun’s reaction, he heard a voice in his ear.