Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2171 Confinement (Forty)
"Ah? Go drive?"

The sudden request obviously disrupted Rachel's train of thought.

But she finally did as she was told, and only dared to drive in a straight line as she was told, while cautiously asking a question.

"No."

His eyes still on her face, but Fu Qian denied this guess.

That is……

She seemed even more confused about the situation, but under such a gaze, Rachel finally didn't have the courage to continue asking.

Not only that, it gives people the feeling that the hairs on their faces are standing up.

Unfortunately, even though he obviously noticed this, Fu Qian still didn't say anything to explain his kindness.

With the uncomfortable feeling like a thorn in the back, the prison was soon within sight.

……

"I'll wait for you here."

As the car slid into the gate, Rachel finally seemed to have some pride. She didn't try to ask any more questions, nor did she even prepare to get out of the car. She just signaled Fu Qian to go back quickly.

"it is good."

Considering what I have done along the way, this reaction is considered polite.

Fu Qian, who has always been self-aware, did not feel unhappy about the tone. He just opened the car door and got out.

No step into the other world.

At a glance you can see more than one person moving around, it’s the most lively place in the whole town.

The pink car that came back seemed to attract more attention than when it left.

Even because the driver didn't get out of the car, the look in his eyes seemed even more playful.

However, Rachel seemed very calm, as if she had already gotten used to such stares.

"where are you going?"

However, this composure seemed to fail when he realized the direction he was heading.

He really didn't drive or wander around. On the contrary, the route seemed very clear, exactly the one he had taken before...

"Where is your studio?"

Fu Qian's response also confirmed Rachel's thoughts.

"…What are you going there for?"

Rachel never expected that the other party would actually go there, and she was confused and puzzled.

"Looking for something."

Fu Qian rarely kept the secret.

"Why don't I remember you putting anything there?"

Rachel was obviously not satisfied with this answer.

Although the door was not locked when I came out, this unreasonable intrusion still made people uncomfortable.

Hey--

Unfortunately, Fu Qian didn't even pay attention to her and continued to walk away.

click!
This stalemate lasted less than two seconds before Rachel opened the door, got out of the car, and hurriedly chased after him.

……

"Don't touch my paintings. You can take your time to find the others."

Walking one after another is not even as good as getting off the bus together.

However, Rachel seemed to have ignored the scrutiny of the gossips, and hurried all the way to the room, and directly emphasized that they should not touch her work, and everything else was up to them.

Although at first glance, there is nothing extra at all.

"It makes sense. These things shouldn't be yours?"

Fu Qian seemed to have no objection to this. He nodded slightly and gestured towards a pile of debris in the corner.

"Of course not, I just cleaned it up." Rachel shook her head subconsciously, not expecting that the other party was here to collect waste.

"That's good."

Fu Qian didn't say anything else. He just walked forward and looked at the wooden cabinet placed outside.

It’s not very tight, even the lock is rusty, making you wonder if it can be opened - yes.

With a slight sound, Fu Qian had already opened the cabinet, and it was as smooth as if he was at home.

The cabinet is divided into two layers, and the top cover is somewhat deformed.

However, even with such a big commotion, there was still no reaction from below.

"How did you open it—"

Rachel's shock continued, but was soon interrupted by Fu Qian's action.

He casually pulled up the cover and looked at the thin figure curled up underneath.

Dennis... is still here.

"Scum...you have no idea what you have done."

Almost at the same time, a vicious voice rang out.

Of course, it wasn’t Fu Qian who was so uncivilized and swore, he was the one being scolded.

……

Professionals always kill several birds with one stone. The main purpose of leaving the car here is to get a married woman as driver and detector for free, but the married woman herself is actually the focus.

The coin in the hospital was not only thrown to the old hunter who might be observing secretly, but also to the person involved.

Too normal.

It was obvious from what she did that she was a source of trouble, but from the beginning of the mission to now, Rachel's performance was the most normal one.

There is the pursuit of ideals, the responsibility to the family, the compromise with violence... No matter what the circumstances, she plays the image of a somewhat frustrated young woman, which is impeccable.

But how does the saying go? Having no problems is the biggest problem.

In a decadent and distorted place, he is young, has a strong self-esteem, is emotionally frustrated, and even has a little artistic talent, and has stayed near the source of distortion for quite a while.

How can a character like this remain normal in the face of repeated stimulation?
The human will is as fragile as flesh and blood. No matter what it looks like on the surface, most people in this place are probably a little crazy deep down in their spirits, like her husband Ed.

Therefore, as early as when Rachel appeared, her overly appropriate response made Fu Qian interested.

Although we cannot conclude anything from this, we are clearly inclined to carry it along, developing value while observing at the same time.

It turns out that he is so decent later on, including when he may have to guard a pile of corpses and his own secrets may be exposed.

Even until the moment before the box was completely opened, there was not a single flaw to be found.

Is it true that only a paranoid person can demonstrate the ultimate peace?

Fu Qian turned his head and looked at the face that seemed to be ready to bite anyone.

It was still exquisite, but it seemed as if it could no longer contain some kind of beast lurking underneath.

"I know. Didn't you see I opened it very carefully?"

Fu Qian's eyes remained gentle as he pointed to the scene in the wooden cabinet.

This is Rachel's work.

Although it is relatively abstract, Fu Qian can still understand this point.

The boy in the box was still alive, and his eyes were even slowly moving, but the expression on his face made people feel what a real living dead was.

The inside of the cabinet where he was was painted in frightening red and black, making it look like a small windowless house.

So much so that his posture just now was like a baby curled up in the mother's womb, not yet born.

Absolute safety and no need to pay attention to the outside world.

Fu Qian believes that he can still feel what this work wants to convey.

"So he came to you and asked you to help him?"

Fu Qian really didn't rush to disturb the "baby", but continued to look at Rachel and asked.