Chapter 958: Chapter 956: Prism (29) Chapter 958: Chapter 956: Prism (29) At first glance, aside from sorting out some love and hate, this trip’s gains didn’t seem significant, with most of the key information already known.
But it was Adele’s last introspective lament that sparked a moment of inspiration in Fu Qian.
In the next moment, he didn’t press Adele for answers but instead got up and went to the door, quickly clearing the barricade he had set up earlier.
Adele, seemingly with little reason left, just bowed her head and silently stroked the cat, offering no response to Fu Qian’s perilous actions.
Quickly, Fu Qian cleared a passage once again and then cautiously cracked the door open a sliver.
Because of the earlier noise he had made, an audience had gathered outside the door.
The first thing that came through was a slender hand.
But the too-eager spectator next found themselves blasted away by Fu Qian’s gun the following moment.
By the time he struggled up, Fu Qian’s tranquilizer had already shattered another skull and the corresponding pair of kneecaps.
As the latter fell, Fu Qian pulled hard, dragging him inside the door and then slamming it shut behind him.
This chosen spectator, although not exceptionally tall, had a rather rotund figure, luckily, the passage Fu Qian had cleared earlier was spacious enough.
Ultimately, under Fu Qian’s guidance, the spectator clumsily crawled using his two unbroken arms to position himself in the spacious spot Fu Qian had earlier selected.
There was a series of snaps as Fu Qian unceremoniously broke both of the spectator’s arms as well.
Though such injuries wouldn’t be fatal to a mutated monster, they undoubtedly greatly restricted its movements.
“I should’ve brought Akasha’s limb tips.”
Muttering to himself and watching the lucky spectator still spinning on the floor, still not giving up on the hunt, Fu Qian went over to Angelo and Paul and patted them down.
Unfortunately, all he could find was a small knife with a blade no longer than five centimeters.
That would be enough.
Without being overly greedy, Fu Qian, armed with the small knife, returned to his quarry; a wealth of human dissection knowledge flashed through his mind.
“Cover the cat’s eyes, what’s coming next is not suitable for children.”
Noticing out of the corner of his eye that Adele seemed to have been drawn by his movements and was watching, Fu Qian casually reminded her.
And Adele, apparently quite persuadable, actually covered the cat in her arms.
To be exact, she was imitating the posture of clutching her head in woe, no longer curious about what Fu Qian was going to do.
“Well then, let’s begin.”
With no audience, the cold gleam of the blade in Fu Qian’s hand flickered.
Given that he didn’t know when this would end, it was time to swiftly try out his interesting idea.
…
Done!
After a not too brief period, Fu Qian tossed aside his scalpel and appraised his handiwork.
The lucky spectator lured inside was now almost motionless.
And on his bulky body, there was now a long gash.
Fu Qian had been as careful as possible with the incision, but given the crude tools, the cut was far from clean.
Beside the body lay a pile of organs and bones entwined in phosphorescence.
Now, there was a certain amount of space cleared inside the spectator’s torso.
“Pardon me.”
After tidying himself up a bit, Fu Qian politely spoke up and attempted to reach his hand into the wound.
…
It was a bit stuffy.
Having overcome the various difficulties that appeared along the way and with considerable effort, Fu Qian finally completed his plan, burrowing into the wound.
That’s right, this was the brainwave Adele reminded me of just now.
If the omnipresent colors are the reason I’ve lost my Extraordinary Power, then where can “I” still hide–In the past, when hiding my identity, I always came up with a cover.
From what was proven earlier, it can be seen that whether it’s a cat or a person, they’re treated as distinct concepts, different from objects.
So is it possible to try finding a physical cover?
To completely conceal myself within another living individual, and thus avoid the influence of the colors?
It’s hard to say what the effect will be, but trying it out doesn’t cost a thing.
Curling up and carefully controlling his breathing to ensure he could last as long as possible, Fu Qian began to patiently wait.
…
Just as Fu Qian finished counting to sixty for the first time, a long-lost sensation finally arrived.
Feeling a bit of vitality, the power flowing within his body, holding his breath was no longer an issue for Fu Qian.
It actually worked.
Feeling increasingly comfortable, Fu Qian took great satisfaction in this significant breakthrough and once again praised the importance of loving one’s work.
This method was somewhat tricky to come up with–if it weren’t for my strong desire to explore, it’d be quite a challenge to figure it out.
Of course, comfort aside, there probably wasn’t much time left for me.
With the theory in place that I could use this method at any time to block the colors and restore my Extraordinary Power, too much time had already been wasted.
The risks that I speculated might be unbearable were likely accumulating by now.
It was time to take action.
The only problem was that this cover wasn’t exactly suitable for action…
Fortunately, Fu Qian had a plan.
“Angelo’s supervisor, Sheldon, do you know where his office is?”
The next moment, Fu Qian spoke out loud, directing his question toward Adele.
“It’s over there…”
At this time, Adele finally looked up, and although she didn’t see anyone, she could clearly distinguish Fu Qian’s voice and pointed hesitantly toward the back of one wall.
“Thank you.”
Having regained some strength, Fu Qian didn’t need to “see” to receive this information.
The next moment a hand, stained with blood, reached out, firing several invisible Air Bullets in the direction she pointed.
The wall, slightly higher up, was blasted open in an instant.
And the next moment, a figure soared into the air, leaping straight out of the hole.
“Pleasure to meet you!”
With another Air Bullet blasting the door lock, Fu Qian came face to face with Sergei, whom he had met once before.
This burly man, who could be described as a tough guy, ultimately did not attempt any heroic acts; instead, he had locked himself in his office.
However, Fu Qian’s greeting clearly captured his attention, and this character who looked every bit like a miniboss reacted by lunging to bite.
Unfortunately, in the next moment, his open mouth was seized by a hand, rendering him immobile.
“I haven’t done this kind of thing before, let me think.”
Muttering to himself while feeling his power drain rapidly from exposure to the colors, Fu Qian spoke.
Meanwhile, his hand that was visible outside began to slowly stretch, even his fingers dissolving bit by bit, boneless as they merged into a single tendril.
The next moment, this twisted, fleshy tendril, like a serpent, surged into Sergei’s wide-open mouth.