Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2172 Confinement (Forty-one)

"No, he helped me, otherwise what I did would still be such garbage."

Faced with the problem in front of him, the works that he had just been warned not to touch were scattered all over the floor.

It was obvious that Rachel was not as satisfied with them as she had shown before.

"What you see is just the surface. It is much more than this cabinet and the paintings on it—"

The deep hatred in those eyes did not diminish in the slightest with this action.

"You know, it's a unified whole, right? All your actions, your reactions to the threat... and finally hiding him perfectly."

Fu Qian interrupted her nonchalantly and pointed around.

What's so difficult to understand about this? Performance art is also art.

It is obvious that Rachel's "artistic awakening" has reached a relatively deep level. The simple meaning of the painting can no longer satisfy herself, and makes her feel shallow and tasteless.

Dennis, who came to her, provided a new theme, which inspired her creative passion.

It is indeed a rather special thing to completely hide one's existence in a brutal, pure and unscrupulous manner.

In particular, the objects to be hidden are quite special.

Fu Qian looked down at the boy in the closet. The boy's eye movements were gradually getting bigger, but he was still in no hurry to get up.

But even so, it still did not prevent the discovery of bloodstains on his hands and body.

"You killed Ivan?"

Fu Qian nodded and casually greeted him.

This was certainly not his blood, the boy's vital signs were normal.

And just underground in this area, as far as I know, there is a fresh corpse with its neck cut open.

Although I have commented before that his swordsmanship is average, in theory this person should be Ivan's prey.

But old veterans all know that one should never underestimate the lethality of a young boy.

……

Dennis didn't say anything, but he did blink.

It seems that he doesn't want the "right to remain silent", but that he doesn't care enough to say anything.

"Are you trying to tell me that I'm protecting a murderer? Haha... Do you think I care? If he didn't do anything, that would be what would disappoint me the most... Hahaha——"

At the same time, the person next to him was very active.

From the corner of my eye, I could see that Rachel's face was filled with such clear joy, which was as infectious as a saint.

"Don't overdo it. Top-notch art is always incomplete, don't you understand?"

Unfortunately, this crazy speech was still ruthlessly interrupted by Fu Qian, who pointed his finger into the cabinet.

“Such great material helped you complete your work, and it has already been perfectly interpreted before, yet you are still not satisfied?

"The shattering of a perfect performance will only elevate that perfection, but your current behavior is just the opposite."

The master's thought-provoking speech successfully silenced the entire audience.

And this is far from the only effect. It can be seen that after some mental abuse, the communication skills of both Rachel and Dennis have been significantly improved.

"Where did you meet him?"

Feeling relieved, Fu Qian did not waste any time and went straight to confirm what had happened.

"On the way... he was walking alone, and I thought he was in trouble, so I stopped to ask... and he asked me if I could make it so that no one could find him."

It can be seen that his mental state is still not stable, but at least he can answer questions.

With her smile subtracted to one corner of her mouth, Rachel finally began to talk about her creative process.

And it sounds like there is indeed no underground passage leading to here. It is very likely that Dennis killed someone and finally found the exit after wandering around.

"And then inspiration struck you and you brought him here? Didn't anyone see it in between?"

He nodded with satisfaction and continued to confirm before paying.

"No, it was already quite late."

Rachel's tone was certain.

"And you missed work today just to finish the work?"

Everything seems to fall into place, and one feels deeply that life is stranger than stories.

The paint on the cabinets was still fresh, and some of it even got onto Dennis.

"Yes, you came not long after I finished."

Rachel continued to simply admit it.

Even after lying down for a whole night, he still had no intention of leaving and allowed himself to be manipulated.

Fu Qian glanced at Dennis and said that there was nothing wrong with the previous evaluation of "living dead".

It was not an exaggeration to say that Rachel had completed an amazing creation. After all, theoretically, I had come into close contact with this cabinet before, but because of her work, I opened the cabinet on my second visit.

In addition to Rachel's performance, Dennis's own qualities are also very important.

How many people can lie quietly in a shabby, rusty, locked box? Even spend the night?

In the absence of extraordinary perception, this box could be no more suspicious than any enclosed place in the prison.

"Can you stand up?"

Without paying any more attention to Rachel, Fu Qian spoke directly to the boy in the box.

creak-

As expected, the other party didn't say anything, but still propped himself up and climbed up.

Unfortunately, there was no key in the box, and there was no trace of a key on his thin clothes.

"Let's go."

Just listening to the conversation between himself and Rachel is enough to know that he is a police officer.

Fu Qian didn't say much and just gestured for Dennis to follow.

"Someone's looking for Emily."

He soon got into his black car again and let Dennis sit next to him like an ordinary passenger.

Facing the latter who was like a walking corpse, Fu Qian neither comforted nor questioned him, but directly gave a message.

……

"Dangerous man."

Dennis didn't say anything, and Fu Qian added.

As they were talking, they had even driven out of the prison.

“…Not a police officer?”

From the beginning to now, Dennis finally made a sound for the first time. Besides being dry, his voice was indeed unpleasant as that of a voice changer.

"Not the police. Then you need to answer a few questions for me and help me find her before then."

Fu Qian continued with a clear conscience.

"You weren't lying to me...to find her?"

It's a pity that the young man seemed very wary.

"Do you think it's better for her to be found by the police or not?"

There was no point in explaining this situation, so Fu Qian simply gestured at the blood on his body.

"……go ahead."

The effect is immediate.

"It's simple. Have you ever seen a white key?"

While silently estimating the distance from the prison, the next moment payment finally came to the point.

"No...what's the problem?"

Unfortunately, Dennis's reaction still didn't sound good, as if he had no idea what was going on.

"Is there anything special about the color white?"

There was no sound of something unusual in Fu Qian's tone.

“No, neither of us even likes wearing white…wait, the car we drove when we left was white.

"Emily didn't like it... and then she crashed into a tree, and that's how we ended up here."

At some point, Dennis seemed to have thought of something.

"Where are the car keys?"

Nod before paying.

"In my coat..."

Dennis's voice suddenly deepened as he spoke.

But there was no key in the coat.

He was not sure whether the white key was the key to the white car, but while recalling the experience in the underground passage, Fu Qian could confirm one thing, that was the despair of the man in front of him, which was obviously related to Emily's attitude towards him.

It's normal for young boys and girls to have this kind of confusion.

Also, the key point now is where did that possible key go?

Do I really have to explore the world inside the art prison again and dissect Brother Probe?
"Which tree did you hit?"

In the end, there was no turning back, and Fu Qian was even really prepared to fulfill his previous promise.