Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2761 The Thirteenth Day (Thirteen)
"What's wrong? Is it strange?"

There was an eerie silence inside the door at that moment, but Fu Qian felt that the reaction was a bit too much.

“You showed amazing patience from the beginning, and even compromised your proud taste in the end.”

Then they went through a detailed inventory and gave their reasons.

"I can completely understand what kind of sacrifice this is, so in my opinion, there must be a matching reward behind it—you're waiting for that unseen watcher, aren't you?"

The proof was completed quickly. Looking at Mrs. Tracy's stiff face, Fu Qian mentioned the unresolved issues she had previously revealed.

"From not wanting to stay here to facing things alone without turning on the lights, it seems you are gradually transcending yourself."

"In that case, would you mind going a step further and having another witness to this? After all, based on your intuition, the person will definitely come and shouldn't be scared away by me."

Yes, riddle games are not just about guessing.

Even though he had already confirmed the address of Mrs. Tracy's male companion, Fu Qian still didn't rush to leave. Instead, he started by pulling at the clothes and then at the woman with the hair clip, just to test Mrs. Tracy's tolerance.

What has been proven is not just good manners, but rather a series of retreats and constant compromises.

This provides a reasonable explanation for why Mrs. Tracy's house is dark and unresponsive.

This person had something so important to do that they instinctively didn't want to be disturbed in any way.

As for why Fu Qian still insists on bothering someone when he clearly understands everything?
It's actually quite simple. It mainly stems from a vague sense of something amiss—is it moving too fast?
The other party seemed to have said that the person would arrive tomorrow.

"That sounds reasonable..."

To everyone's relief, Mrs. Tracy did not slam the door and send her away; in fact, she expressed some agreement.

"And it's the same reason they came to me in the first place, doesn't it feel a bit like destiny?"

Fu Qian, naturally, struck while the iron was hot and continued speaking.

That's really true...

Mrs. Tracy didn't say anything at that moment, but her silence already represented a kind of agreement.

The reason they went to those kinds of places to seek pleasure was precisely to make this special character an even more special witness.
Now, it's continuing to play this role in an unusual way.

"Since you're so insistent, then thank you for your hard work."

A moment later, a certain line of defense seemed to finally be breached, and Trish stepped aside, actually extending an invitation.

"It's not hard."

Having successfully broken in, Fu Qian actually stepped inside, even exchanging a polite greeting.

……

The interior is even more luxurious; it's hard to imagine how much Mrs. Tracy must have paid each year.

In no time at all, it had become incredibly dark.

Even in this building, which has significantly better natural lighting, the visibility inside is already very low.

Although it didn't stop him from carefully looking around and appreciating the luxury, he still did.

The most eye-catching part is a soft-padded chair bathed in starlight, with a bright red blanket on it.

I can easily imagine Mrs. Tracy sitting here quietly, covered with a blanket, when she was disturbed.

After the previous incident, has it improved so much all at once?

Silently imagining that state of mind, Fu Qian also fulfilled his previous statement well and found another seat to sit down.

"I don't actually know when it will come; you may have to wait a long time."

Seeing that Fu Qian really wouldn't leave, Mrs. Tracy sat down under the starlight, somewhat puzzled by his purpose.

"It's okay, theoretically I still have plenty of time... What's the date today?"

Fu Qian simply indicated that there was no need to worry, and casually asked, "After all, in theory, the thirteenth day is Judgment Day."

Are you kidding me?

Mrs. Tracy's reaction this time was rather strong; even in the dim light, her furrowed brows could still be seen.

"Today is of course number 49."

……

Sure enough, things seem to have gotten serious.

Mrs. Tracy's question was clearly unbelievable, but as she uttered the date, Fu Qian sighed inwardly, as a certain ominous premonition was confirmed.

Shouldn't it be number 48?

Theoretically, less than an hour has passed since the other party gave this different answer.

Tracy remembered it wrong? She only realized it after she got back?

It's hard to believe that's the reason, since in that situation she didn't seem to have the right to ask "Are you kidding me?"

She genuinely believed that this was a question even a fool should know—and that it didn't contradict her previous statements.

Yes, it was number 48 before, but now it's number 49.

They say the devil is in the details.

At that moment, numerous questions that had arisen along the way flashed through Fu Qian's mind—

Why does it get dark so quickly?
Why did Mrs. Tracy adjust her emotions in such a short time?
And why was she waiting so early?

It's very simple; this short stretch of road actually took me a whole day to walk.

For Mrs. Tracy, this moment was, intuitively, her last.

And the final "judgment day" had already been quietly approaching.

……

why?
Amid Mrs. Tracy's bewilderment, Fu Qian had already sketched out a chilling conjecture.

However, when placed within this context, various doubts can be explained so ingeniously.

However, Fu Qian still maintained the good habits of an academic, delving into the reasons based on his conjectures.

Why did more than 24 hours pass in the short time I walked just a few steps?

Could it be that this VIP area is so high-class that it even has decorations based on the principle of "a day in heaven is a year on earth"?
of course not.

Putting aside the fact that time should pass more slowly in that place, it's now the opposite.

It's not just here that it gets dark very quickly; I already lamented this once when I parted ways with the girl with the hair clip.

The weather looked fine when I left, but after only a few words, the other person was already in a hurry to be back before six o'clock.

Most importantly, the sky really did start to look like it was almost six o'clock, perfectly matching what she had said—

That's right, because the woman who gave her hair clip needed to get back before six o'clock, so it was almost six o'clock when she got back.

At one point, Fu Qian came to an extremely idealistic conclusion.

That's why he said things had gotten serious.

I was wondering when the working conditions in the warehouse became so good. They actually gave us a thirteen-day window before Judgment Day.

In reality, the definition of time here seems wrong; it no longer appears to be an objective and independent dimension.

Continuing with Mrs. Tracy's perspective, she is waiting for the watcher on the 49th, so the day she is waiting is the 49th.