Chapter 431: Chapter 431: Servant’s Needle (24)_1 Chapter 431: Chapter 431: Servant’s Needle (24)_1 Fu Qian’s abrupt change of topic undoubtedly deeply shocked both Brooke and his colleague.
It was a long-premeditated conspiracy that didn’t succeed, yet his expression was as if he’d just discussed the weather, ending the conversation with a return to the main point?
Stunned, both of them gained a deeper understanding of Fu Qian’s thick-skinned nature.
“Yes, after you joined them, did you discover anything?”
Shock aside, business matters more.
Kelly, relying on her professional composure, was the first to adjust her emotions.
“The true mind can stay no place where it needs to rest – so what can you sweep since there’s no dust to clean.”
Faced with her question, Fu Qian let out a long sigh, his expression melancholic.
“What nonsense are you talking about…”
A vein on Brooke’s forehead started to throb.
“What I mean to say is, they are a group of seniors searching for inner peace.”
“Since you’ve investigated there, have you come across information on two individuals?”
Without waiting for the person to erupt, Fu Qian went straight to the question.
“Lorreta, and Niwalis.”
“Lorreta, Niwalis… are they from the Monastery?”
Kelly subconsciously looked towards Brooke.
“Not sure about Lorreta, but I do know about Niwalis.”
Brooke, however, didn’t disappoint her expectations.
“According to the information we investigated before, the Monastery is now basically a place for free practitioners.”
“It draws together a variety of people, who generally keep to themselves. Niwalis is their outward-facing representative, but he doesn’t appear often… What about these two people?”
“They insert a kind of Golden Needle into their heads, creating pain to eliminate distracting thoughts and stabilize their minds.”
Fu Qian spoke very candidly.
“This behavior… is indeed inconceivable, but what does it have to do with the spread of the virus?”
Brooke frowned.
“How can it not be related?”
Fu Qian snorted and spoke confidently.
“Think about it, the so-called mind pollution they’re suppressing through this method, doesn’t it resemble the behavior of those people when they’re having an episode?”
“Could the mind-affecting virus possibly originate from them?”
“And while the act of piercing their heads with Golden Needles might work for them or not, the inevitable wounds could have easily spread the virus.”
“Could that be the case?”
Fu Qian’s words obviously plunged the two opposite him into deep thought.
“I’ve never heard of such a virus…”
“Neither have I, but you asked me to find anomalies, and this is the anomaly I found.”
Fu Qian had an indifferent look of ‘believe it or not’.
“Moreover, according to what you said, the incident radiated outward from there, which also fits the theory.”
“Wait a second, the name Niwalis, it does ring a bell.”
At that point, Kelly seemed to recall something.
“I once treated a patient named that who was plagued by anxiety and never really got relief.”
“He didn’t go into much detail about himself when I asked him, just mentioned that he was living with a group of friends, could it be the same person?”
Girl, it seems like you’ve leaked something!
After hearing Kelly’s words, Fu Qian’s first reaction was one of lament.
At first, you were talking like a complete outsider, saying only I survived in Bee Monkey City, and later on, you ‘discovered’ my medical records.
Now you suddenly suggest you might have treated a patient from Bee Monkey City Monastery, it sounds quite contradictory!
At that moment, Fu Qian became even more convinced that this was a special mental space of his own.
“Do you remember what that Niwalis looked like?”
While reflecting, Fu Qian didn’t forget to ask.
“He seemed to be around fifty or sixty years old, very tall, no beard, and a bit of thinning hair—”
“Wait a second.”
Fu Qian interrupted Kelly’s recollection.
“Did you just say that Niwalis had a somewhat bald head?”
Kelly’s earlier description matched the image of Niwalis, Fu Qian had seen, but the hair…
Fu Qian was indeed certain that the man, despite his age, had a full head of thick hair.
“There’s no mistake about this!”
Kelly’s tone was very confident.
“This is a significant characteristic of his illness, I’m sure I wouldn’t remember it incorrectly.”
It really seemed like there was a problem!
Upon hearing this, Fu Qian clicked his tongue.
Although anxiety-induced hair loss is reversible, when he had seen Niwalis, the man had appeared quite calm, yet…
“When did he visit you?”
“About a few months ago, I think!”
The time frame wasn’t very long, the probability of rapid improvement didn’t feel too high.
Fu Qian rubbed his temples.
“I think the problem might lie with this person.”
“What do you mean?”
Brooke promptly asked.
“Because the Niwalis I saw seemed a bit different from the one Kelly saw.”
Fu Qian described the eerie discrepancies.
“I now suspect that this administrator Mr., might have been replaced before the accident.”
“The person who switched him out might, for some reason, be hiding in the Monastery… perhaps even the one who planned this accident.”
“But we didn’t find any bodies in the Monastery.”
Brooke, his fists already clenched, spoke.
“That means this guy might still be alive.”
“I’ll issue a warrant immediately, coordinating with officers from around the Federation to capture him.”
“Not just officers.”
Fu Qian, however, shook his head again.
“We need to find the Night Watchman.”
“You suspect he’s a Transcendent?”
Brooke was once again taken aback.
“Correct, we need to attempt an escape from here, and then find the Night Watchmen to tell them all the information we’ve gathered.”
“Escape from here, escape what?”
Brooke and Kelly almost exclaimed in unison.
“This nightmare cage!”
Fu Qian glanced at both of them.
“Can you load bullets into the gun?”
“What are you planning?”
Brooke looked on guard.
“Didn’t I say it, get out, take you out.”
“Why would I still need you to take me out? Besides, after witnessing your recent behavior, are you sure I would possibly hand a loaded handgun over to you?”
Although somewhat intimidated by Fu Qian, Brooke ultimately shook his head firmly.
“I’m not planning to use it here anyway.”
Fu Qian snorted.
“If you’re worried, you can place the bullets and the gun separately in my two hands.”
“What exactly are you trying to do…”
Brooke hesitantly pulled out several gleaming bullets.
Hush!
Fu Qian, however, made a silencing gesture.
“I just want to utilize the great power of idealism a bit.”
…
In the end, the handgun and bullets were placed in his two hands as Fu Qian had requested.
But before that, his arms were resecured.
Fu Qian cooperated with this completely, watching the ultimately somewhat silent Kelly and the others.
“Turn the crying sound on, turn it off punctually after an hour, not a second off.”