Chapter 581: Chapter 581 Noise (Part Five)_1 Chapter 581: Chapter 581 Noise (Part Five)_1 “What’s going on? Did I fall asleep?”
“Where is this? Don’t touch me!”
“How did I end up at the police station?”
“What? Of course I remember what I did, is it illegal to drink coffee now?”
“…Dancing in a coffee shop isn’t illegal, right?”
“The table… It does seem like that happened.”
“I’m sorry, my mistake…”
“Sorry, I don’t have money to compensate the coffee shop…”
…
This mission really maxed out on adversarial nature!
Fu Qian, inhabiting the purple-haired youth’s body in an extraordinary state, was leisurely capturing snippets of information.
At this moment, he was submerged in an entirely new experience he never had before.
Contrary to what he had imagined possession would be like, to Fu Qian, it felt almost like lying dormant at the very depths of the soul.
His senses were greatly suppressed, unable to perceive almost anything.
Including the content he heard earlier, it was really just a series of fragments emerging before him, not actual auditory perception.
These were fragments of information from the host, and if Fu Qian wished, he could choose to use his consciousness to connect with them and hear these pieces of information.
This was also why he only heard the voice of the victim, the purple-haired brother.
Because for the purple-haired brother, these were undoubtedly the most intense information fragments.
…
Life as a parasite sure is boring, but luckily I’ve always been a person of simple wants.
Also, although it’s just bits and pieces of conversation, it’s enough to piece together some information.
First and foremost, without a doubt, the purple-haired brother was taken into a police station, and that happened after he fell asleep.
And calculating the time, it should be just as Old Master Camus had predicted; the Night Watchman had already locked on to him.
They arrived not long after I completed the parasitic process.
The reason for this assumption is simple: given the purple-haired brother’s earlier state of excitement, falling asleep so quickly is nearly impossible.
Not to mention waking up afterwards still feeling normal, not entering a state of lethargy.
Without question, a Transcendent must have arrived to deal with the situation, then casually calmed things down on the way out.
Putting together the information mentioned by Old Master Camus, the current situation is that the Native Council is planning some action in Dunis.
Meanwhile, the Night Watchman is also on alert, fully prepared.
So it’s clear that I’ve fallen into the undercurrents of a power play between two major forces, and I need to be even more careful with my actions going forward.
This is also why Fu Qian has been so low-profile.
In fact, if he wished, he could increase his level of control over the purple-haired brother to get more information, but he chose not to do so.
As a means for Old Master Camus to shake off pursuit, this state of parasitism is undoubtedly very covert, so much so that he was confident enough to deceive the Night Watchman.
But, according to the information obtained from Insight, increasing the control over the host would inevitably allow one’s own will to be manifested, which means a higher risk of exposure.
The more you observe others, the more you increase the likelihood of being observed.
And even though it seems like we’re in a regular police station, I don’t believe that the Night Watchman, specifically targeting Camus, would be without some methods of surveillance.
It could be that they’ve set up an environment that seems safe to lure me out.
Therefore, Fu Qian exhibited considerable patience, almost maximally concealing himself, completely sealing himself off in a small dark room.
…
“When exactly can I leave?”
“I can leave if I pay? But I have no money!”
“The other three don’t have money either.”
“Actually, I feel like today is very abnormal, I suspect the boss put stimulants in the coffee as a scam, I want to claim compensation.”
“So you capture him first… Oh, you’ve already caught him?”
“You see the boss said it himself, let’s both take a step back, no further pursuit.”
“Can I go now?”
“Still not possible? Are you guys reasonable at all!”
“I’m really sorry, I was wrong…”
…
Even the cafe owner got locked up with us?
As expected, what seemed like an effort to maintain public order due to a group causing trouble was actually an attempt to keep surveillance.
Fu Qian, still in hiding, continued to analyze the words of the man with purple hair, feeling quite satisfied with his own previous caution.
He was almost certain that the Night Watchman was squatting nearby, just waiting for this group of victims to exhibit any abnormal behavior.
This was undoubtedly a battle of patience.
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“Frank.”
“23 years old.”
“Came from next door, Ryato, and just arrived today.”
“Yes, we came for the Festival of Noise.”
“Right, right, I know it’s not okay to shout and scream before tomorrow night.”
“…Sorry, I really don’t have any money to pay a fine, we even hitchhiked here.”
…
Hmm?
It was clear that the man with purple hair, still not granted his freedom, underwent a quick personality overhaul upon sobering up and realizing his situation, now answering questions with an impeccably correct posture.
And through his statements, Fu Qian quickly noticed an interesting term.
Festival of Noise?
There was actually a specific festival for everyone to scream and shout?
Moreover, it seemed quite famous, even attracting visitors from other places.
Fu Qian clearly remembered that his mission was to completely eliminate Hamadus before the conclusion of the noise.
It seemed to be related to this Festival of Noise, not to mention that the name shouted earlier was Hamadus.
Patience, indeed, would be rewarded; everything was coming together.
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“We’re really free to go now?”
“Thank goodness, thank you so much.”
“Ah? If I don’t leave Dunis by tomorrow, I have to come back here at noon?”
“No, no, I have no complaint!”
…
“Finally out.”
“What do you mean, blaming everything on me? Wasn’t it you who said we should relax when going out? And didn’t you start the table flipping?”
“I was the first one, true, but I don’t know why I suddenly got so excited.”
“You are…”
“Did anyone see the old man drinking coffee… wait a second, who are you? Do I know you?”
“How come they’ve fallen asleep again?”
“I’m sorry, I was wrong… I’ve thought about it and I do remember someone like that, but I really don’t know where he went…”
…
With another apology, Fu Qian realized that his host had been silent for a long time.
After an eventful day, it seemed that brother Frank had been deeply affected and was now plunged into a prolonged silence.
That’s about enough.
In the quiet, Fu Qian, still in a state of lurking, shifted his consciousness slightly and his perception expanded outward a little.
Soon, he obtained something called vision from an almost second-person perspective.
The first thing that came into his sight was the line where the sky met the sea, not far away.
Below his seat was a coastal curved seawall, and spread out on a faded bench were three people lying in awkward positions asleep.
The only one still conscious, Frank was sitting with his knees hugged to his chest, gazing at a retreating figure, deep in self-doubt.