Chapter 498: Chapter 498: Furnace (Part Three)_1 Chapter 498: Chapter 498: Furnace (Part Three)_1 I…
Is this entire world actually called the Furnace?
The content of this hint is, I must say, even more thrilling and nerve-wracking.
And this time it is a containment success condition, clearly conveying the concept that you just need to complete it to end the task.
At the same time, the previous tasks haven’t failed again, indicating that the two are parallel.
So, what I need to do is to act according to the task instructions, while looking for a way to leave the Furnace?
With that said, the nature of these meticulous, hair-thin task instructions has changed.
They are not meant to help me complete them; rather, they are here to kill me.
Like spikes hanging over my head, if I don’t complete them, I will lose SAN Points.
And the notion of SAN Points dropping to zero is quite horrifying as well.
At a glance, it’s an all-out battle for survival.
I wonder if I really run out of SAN Points, whether I will automatically fail the task and return home to live out an idiotic existence, or still be unable to leave and remain trapped here as a disabled person.
“Why aren’t you talking?”
Seeing that Fu Qian hadn’t said a word, Medea obviously thought she had hit the nail on the head.
The next moment, her demeanor suddenly relaxed, and she leaned in closer to Fu Qian, tilting her head and looking at him with a smile as warm as a spring breeze.
“Actually, I’m very happy that you came to me, your teacher.”
“Although you are rather quiet, I’ve always been paying attention to you.”
“Am I usually very silent?”
Fu Qian did not dodge the approaching fragrance, but instead smiled and asked back.
“Yes, you seem to not get along so well with others, you don’t talk much usually, and many people say you are aloof.”
“But in my view, you are one of the most special students I’ve ever taught, not very close to your classmates just because you are too mature and lack common topics.”
As Medea spoke, her face almost got close to Fu Qian’s ear, and a dazzling white flash from her chest was now at arm’s length.
“So I decisively vetoed the other teachers’ suggestion to perform some psychological counseling on you.”
“You don’t need that, right?”
This person blew a breath directly toward Fu Qian’s ear.
Naturally, most students of this age need more physiological counseling.
Fu Qian thought to himself, completely understanding what she was hinting at.
And clearly, she didn’t mind providing that kind of guidance.
“Yes, I actually have some physical issues right now.”
The next moment, Fu Qian said seriously.
“I feel a bit uncomfortable, may I take a leave and go home now?”
“Uncomfortable?”
Hearing Fu Qian’s first sentence, sparks almost flew from Medea’s eyes, but this twist clearly caught her off guard.
“You look quite alright!”
She measured up Fu Qian several times and, seeming to understand something, chuckled and shook her head.
“Lying isn’t good, and I still have a class to teach, so now really isn’t a convenient time to step out!”
“That’s really too bad then.”
Fu Qian spoke with regret, his expression unchanged.
“Don’t rush.”
Medea threw a seductive glance.
“And you don’t have to worry about what just happened.”
“Although Daniel is a bit hot-headed, I assure you he was just startled, and he won’t trouble you over what happened.”
“You saying that puts me at ease.”
Fu Qian nodded, his expression still completely neutral.
Heehee!
Apparently convinced that Fu Qian was resentful or unwilling to back down in this delicate competition, Medea simply smiled lightly and didn’t say much.
“Good, then you can go back now.”
When she said this, she even licked her lips, seemingly reluctant to let go.
“Alright.”
Fu Qian agreed once more, standing up without saying much else.
“Wait a second.”
Unexpectedly, just as he took a step to leave, Medea called him back, signaling him to wait.
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Then, this person hurriedly stepped forward two paces and opened one of the drawers of the desk—not the locked one.
From this other drawer, they actually took out a Polaroid camera.
“May I take your picture?”
This person waved their hand and looked at Fu Qian with a smile.
“Be my guest.”
Fu Qian spread his hands magnanimously, even adjusting his posture slightly.
“May I know what you’re going to do with it?”
“You may not.”
Medea, however, smiled playfully.
“It’s a secret.”
As she spoke, she pressed the camera’s shutter button.
The white photo paper was immediately ejected, and she carefully took it, watching the image of the person gradually appear with satisfaction.
The next moment, Medea slightly shifted her body, discreetly blocking Fu Qian’s view. She took out a shiny key and inserted it into the only locked drawer.
If he hadn’t seen wrongly, she had probably found the key while looking for the camera, just from the shoes under the table.
Fu Qian shook his head, once again grateful that he had mastered an additional skill.
But at this moment, it was clear that trouble had arrived.
That drawer, he hadn’t locked it again after opening, and Medea would undoubtedly notice that.
As expected, Medea’s movements stiffened the next second.
After a few seconds, she slowly turned her head back, her expression strangely fixed on Fu Qian.
“Did you see everything inside?”
“Yes.”
Fu Qian nodded honestly.
“Really… It seems my condition has not been good recently.”
Medea lowered her head, fiddling with the key in her hand.
“To think that I could even forget to lock it.”
That’s not right, isn’t it? Your reaction is a bit odd!
I sneak into the office bizarrely, and then the secret drawer is opened; surely I would be the prime suspect?
Why does your first instinct suggest that you forgot to lock up, and you’re so certain about it?
Medea’s words filled Fu Qian with suspicions.
“Why couldn’t it have been me who opened it?”
Not understanding, Fu Qian immediately raised his doubt without hesitation.
“You opened it? How could that be possible?”
Medea let out a wry smile, then shook her head.
“Firstly, I placed the key myself, and I’m very clear whether anyone has touched it.”
“And without the key, how could this drawer possibly be opened?”
“Why can’t it be opened?”
Hearing her decidedly absolute tone, Fu Qian suddenly had a bad premonition.
“Why not? It just can’t be opened!”
Medea looked at him quizzically.
“Wasn’t the prompt very clear?”
…
Hiss!
As soon as Medea said this, Fu Qian took another deep breath,
This Furnace, even more unusual than he had previously thought!
It wasn’t just him.
It seemed like everyone could see the prompts and took it as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.
What kind of world was this exactly? It truly set his mind wandering.
“Are the prompts always correct?”
Fu Qian continued to inquire calmly.
“Are you joking? How could the prompts be wrong?”
Medea gaped, as if Fu Qian had just asked why water flows downward.
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