Chapter 432: Chapter 432: Servant’s Needle (25)_1 Chapter 432: Chapter 432: Servant’s Needle (25)_1 From the current situation, it seems that every world I have been through, no matter how the circumstances manifest, there exists a peculiar influence between them, distorting each other’s existence.
So is it possible, even for things in this thought space, to be taken out?
That’s why Fu Qian had Brooke place the handgun in his hand.
After all, trying it out doesn’t cost a thing.
If it can be taken out, without a doubt, this would be a good method of attack.
The reason he had them set the crying to an hour was a sort of indirect escape route.
The flow of time between the different worlds is consistent, so facing an unsolvable crisis, this could serve as a potentially effective safety net.
After all, considering previous experiences, if this is a chaotic Nightmare, there’s a high chance that a Nightmare master is watching over me.
And in such a situation, I must find a way to put an end to it all.
What a monumental task!
Neither Kelly nor Brooke seemed to adapt well to Fu Qian’s commanding tone.
But his words carried an inexplicable authority, and after a brief struggle, they ultimately obeyed and acted accordingly.
…
When he woke up again, Fu Qian found himself in front of dim lights, and the furnishings around him seemed familiar.
This seems like my own bedroom. Am I back again?
But this time…
Fu Qian pulled back the curtain to look outside.
It was still pitch black outside, clearly still night.
The wall clock’s hands stopped at the half-past one position, which pretty much confirmed it was the middle of the night.
On the table next to him, a full cup of amber liquid was emitting a rich fruity fragrance, smelling quite nice.
I get it. The night of insomnia, right?
Fu Qian instantly realized that this was the night before the accident when he tried to induce sleepiness by drinking alcohol due to insomnia.
Unfortunately, if memory serves, the effect was quite ordinary.
Fu Qian shifted his gaze and looked down at his hand.
It turns out the power of idealism is strong. Brooke’s gun had indeed been brought out by him.
Then he looked to the other side.
Opening the palm of his left hand, there lay six Brass Bullets.
Very good, all of them had been brought out.
Fu Qian nodded in satisfaction; he naturally pulled out the magazine, carefully cleaned each bullet, and pressed them in.
He was up against an opponent who was almost omniscient.
Even at this very moment, it was likely that there was a pair of eyes watching him.
In such a situation, even if I could start over, the chances of success were still slim.
And the real opportunity might only come once.
After loading the bullets, Fu Qian calmly changed out of his pajamas, then picked a watch to wear, set the time, and opened the door.
…
Huh?
The moment he stepped out, Fu Qian noticed something off.
A somewhat familiar figure was slowly moving away, back turned towards him.
And upon hearing the door open, that person almost reflexively turned around.
“Fu Qian…”
It was none other than Shen Yuan, the one who had previously played the driver, and upon seeing Fu Qian stepping out, he clearly was taken aback.
“You’re going out this late?”
Seemingly to cover up his panic, Shen Yuan asked subconsciously, without even fully turning his body around.
Being a common person, not sharp of hearing or sight, really does make it easier to encounter surprises!
Fu Qian sized up his colleague.
A home dress that was casual but not overly so as pajamas highlighted her figure appropriately, and her face even had light makeup on.
As for the slightly awkward stance, it seemed like she was trying hard to conceal the bottle of red wine hidden behind her.
Did this person realize they couldn’t sleep late at night, so they came to have a few drinks, but ultimately lacked the courage and gave up?
Fu Qian almost instantly understood the current situation.
“Actually, there’s nothing urgent; I just can’t sleep.”
Fu Qian said this casually the next moment.
“How about coming in to sit for a while? I just opened a pretty good bottle of wine.”
“Ah! May I?”
Clearly not expecting Fu Qian to say that, Shen Yuan appeared surprised but pleased.
“Of course, you may.”
Fu Qian was smiling while holding the door, turning slightly to make an inviting gesture. At the same time, he “accidentally” revealed a corner of the handgun at his waist.
Shen Yuan, who had just stepped forward, stiffened in an instant.
She gave it another incredulous look, and her face quickly turned as pale as paper.
“Sorry… I just remembered, I have a meeting early tomorrow, maybe some other day?”
She seemed to change her mind in a flash and declined with a dry voice.
“That’s too bad, are you sure you won’t join me?”
Fu Qian exaggerated in tone, poker-faced as his gaze stayed fixed on Shen Yuan’s face, not missing any detail.
“No… no need.”
Shen Yuan swallowed hard.
“I should head back, good night.”
After making sure Fu Qian didn’t suddenly turn hostile, she cautiously walked backward.
It was apparent that she was trying her best to make her movements seem less stiff and to restrain the urge to break into a run.
It seems like luck is on my side; it’s the world with Rosetta!
Watching Shen Yuan disappear at the stairwell, Fu Qian thought quietly with his head down.
It wasn’t some morbid curiosity to scare innocent people on purpose; it was just a chance encounter, and a quick test could save a lot of effort.
The reason for deliberately revealing the handgun was to play the role of a psychopathic killer, making her mistakenly believe she had stumbled upon something terrible.
Although Shen Yuan was almost scared out of her wits, she didn’t show that grotesque expression of cognitive collapse.
This basically confirmed that the world I am in now is that most stable one, the world where Rosetta deceives herself and others.
“Three minutes and fifty seconds.”
After closing the door, Fu Qian looked down at his watch, quite satisfied with this efficiency.
Completing a verification in such a short time was indeed worthwhile.
…
As a small town, Bee Monkey City’s nights were naturally not that bustling.
Apart from Shen Yuan, who ran home trembling in fear, Fu Qian didn’t attract anyone else’s attention.
And with the car keys found at home, he easily located the corresponding vehicle.
Without wasting any time, he started the car and headed straight for the Monastery.
One point I’m quite pleased about this time is that I started a minute early, not waiting to finish my drink before coming over.
You know, I am a principled person; drunk driving is unethical behavior.
The route to the Monastery was already etched in Fu Qian’s mind, but he didn’t drive fast.
It took him a full half hour to reach his destination.
Even so, he didn’t hurry out of the car but instead turned off the engine completely and sat silently in the dark, waiting.
Not until the watch’s hands reached a quarter past two did he finally open the door, get out, and look up at the Monastery under the starlight.