Chapter 417: Chapter 417: Servant’s Needle (10)_1 Chapter 417: Chapter 417: Servant’s Needle (10)_1 Searching for the Servant’s Needle?
At least the name of the item finally matched up with this time.
But putting aside exactly what it was, to transcend the Nightmare, did it mean that everything experienced before was indeed an illusory existence, like a dream?
In all fairness, this task prompt did indeed corroborate what Dr. Kelly had just said.
“So, can you tell us now where this disaster came from?”
“Tell us, how did you do all this?”
At this moment, Kelly stepped forward, confronting Fu Qian.
“This is for your own good, too.”
“Otherwise, you will be imprisoned here… forever!”
“Isn’t there something wrong with what you’re saying?”
Fu Qian frowned slightly, raising objections.
“If I cannot tell you the truth, then I will be imprisoned here.”
“And suppose I confirm and tell you what I did that led to this disaster, it would mean I indeed was the initiator, and even life imprisonment would be too light a sentence for such a crime.”
“We’ve already discussed this issue at the beginning.”
“I’ve assured you, no matter the facts, the information I currently hold is sufficient to prove that you indeed have mental issues that are difficult to control.”
“So, even if it’s proven that you were the one who caused the accident, you won’t be sentenced to death.”
“Furthermore, employing the intelligence you provide, after we have a means to handle this kind of danger, we might even be able to arrange for you to live somewhere else.”
“It’s still imprisonment, but at least it would be a place with a window.”
“Through the window, you could see the green trees and the birds… Officer Brooke can attest to this.”
“To be honest, I don’t really want to prove it.”
At this time, Officer Brooke’s emotions seemed to have calmed down significantly.
However, his look at Fu Qian was still one of extreme disgust, as if he were looking at a piece of trash.
“I don’t care whether your actions were intentional or due to some uncontrollable impulse.”
“To me, the best way to deal with your kind is a bullet in the head, no need to waste resources.”
“But I have a duty to fulfill—yes, no matter what you prove you did, you don’t have to die.”
“Understood.”
Fu Qian expressed understanding of his feelings.
“I have one last question, where did you find me?”
“At the entrance of the city museum, you seemed to have been there for quite a while before we found you.”
The museum? It hadn’t appeared at all just now.
Fu Qian pondered.
“It seems I have to go back there one more time—”
“Bastard, you’re playing us again, aren’t you?”
Before Fu Qian could finish, Brooke had already roared with anger, giving the impression that he was barely able to keep from drawing his gun.
“Wait a moment.”
Kelly stopped him again.
“This is already one of the better performances, at least the logic is consistent.”
“Killing him now makes no sense; we’ve already waited this long.”
“Are you sure there will be a gain this time?”
She turned her head and looked at Fu Qian seriously.
“Not sure.”
Fu Qian shook his head very straightforwardly.
…
“Good, if you had answered with certainty, I would have thought you were lying.”
In the silence, Kelly stared at Fu Qian for a long time, finally speaking.
“Now close your eyes, focus on the cries, and let your consciousness sink freely.”
Without any objections this time, Fu Qian cooperated and did as instructed.
At a certain moment, those piercing wails gradually took on a strange rhythm, engulfing him like the tide.
…
This place is definitely not a museum!
Fu Qian, regaining his perception, concluded immediately.
Of course, it couldn’t possibly be a hospital either.
When he had opened his eyes earlier, he found himself lying on a bed.
After confirming there was no one else in the room, Fu Qian got off the bed and first thing drew back the curtains.
Outside, there was no raging storm, just a rather overcast sky, and judging by the light, it seemed early in the day.
So, am I now in the new apartment I bought?
Fu Qian surveyed his surroundings.
The apartment wasn’t very spacious, but it was fully equipped with all kinds of facilities, sufficient for a single person.
The next moment he took a few steps forward, picked up a cup from the table, and noticed the remnants of milk at the bottom.
And on the other side, in a clear glass, there was still the smell of alcohol.
In order to ensure sleep, it seemed he had gone to great lengths.
Fu Qian nodded, not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he took a new cup and poured himself some milk from the fridge.
The fridge was also well-stocked with both meat and vegetables.
After checking everything, Fu Qian even had time to fry himself an egg.
Someone famous once said, no matter how busy, breakfast is a must.
And while it may be called a nightmare, its taste didn’t lack in the slightest.
Fu Qian sat by the window, slowly eating his breakfast.
Meanwhile, what flashed through his mind was every sentence from the interrogation room he just had been in.
Without doubt, the exchange with Dr. Kelly and the irritable Officer Brooke revealed a clear intent.
Bee Monkey City in the real world had been destroyed by some bizarre virus, and he was currently in a dream that seemed to replay the scene, where they hoped he would find valuable information.
Including Police Officer Kelly he had met before, who could be considered a projection of Dr. Kelly’s image in reality.
He had brought her image into it through their multiple interactions.
It did seem quite logical.
By this time, looking out of the window, everything seemed normal outside.
Though not exactly bustling, he could still see pedestrians and vehicles passing by, with no sign of impending doom.
But according to the medical records, things should already be amiss at this point, perhaps just not to the greatest extent.
While pondering, Fu Qian caught a glimpse of something odd in the corner of his eye.
Behind a window curtain in a building not far away, a face seemed to be watching him, lifting the curtain.
When Fu Qian looked more closely, the curtain was swiftly pulled down.
This act, it appeared even more suspicious!
Fu Qian frowned for a moment.
Was someone really watching him? And was his awareness of this anomaly the cause of his subsequent poor sleep?
It could have been plausible.
But the question remained, why were they watching him?
This question was undoubtedly difficult to answer.
Fu Qian thought for a moment, silently noted the position of the opposite window, then quickly went downstairs.
…
Click!
Having traveled to the building opposite and pinpointed the target room based on floor and window, Fu Qian finally arrived in front of a door.
But he didn’t rush to knock, instead silently waiting at the door.
In under a minute, the door was opened from the inside, and a somewhat familiar figure came out.
“You…”
The woman with the intact neck, upon seeing Fu Qian standing outside the door, was visibly startled at first, as though caught in the act.
After recovering, her expression was tinged with surprise and joy.
“What a coincidence… Shall we go together?”