Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2764 The Thirteenth Day Talk (Sixteen)
Yes, he's a shrewd old man.

The fearful eyes of Mrs. Tracy actually existed, and their connection to this place was even deeper than theirs.

The latter, grieving the loss of her son, has spent many years hiding in the shadows of the nursing home, becoming a silent chronicler.

And it seems that the infiltration was quite successful; even the more perceptive Mrs. Tracy would probably have had difficulty discovering it without my help.

However, he was quite satisfied that he had obtained such an incredible secret from a simple visit.

As for the other party becoming more reserved after exchanging a few words, he didn't mind at all.

The key to moderation lies in this.

We're all just trying to make a living, there's a saying: "Enough is enough."

The reason why such a socially anxious person is willing to step forward is naturally because of the threats they face.

Even their reactions to threats matched the other person's self-introduction.

As a recorder, I didn't want the people I was recording to be reimbursed, resulting in an unfinished report, so I came forward to advocate for it.

But as we all know, a failed project isn't necessarily a fatal problem.

Taking the initiative to introduce yourself and seek understanding is enough; if you directly ask someone to reveal all their secrets, the other side of the scale may not be enough to balance things out.

That's exactly what the old man who was recording was trying to say.

After you've finished introducing yourself, they might even give you a chance to ask a question, in exchange for you not doing anything reckless.

But if you insist on doing something reckless, I'm leaving.

Considering the old man's stealth skills, Fu Qian didn't think he had a high chance of stopping the process by following the sound.

So the choice seems pretty obvious—what should we ask?

"I understand. Actually, there is one thing I am quite curious about."

Fortunately, Fu Qian had already thought about this issue and didn't keep the old man waiting for long.

"Besides these customers who come for recuperation through official channels, are there any other people like me who have barged in without permission?"

……

"Following in the footsteps of the deceased"—this reason, mentioned in the initial mission description, was something Fu Qian had never forgotten.

However, since there seemed to be a lack of relevant clues, we didn't rush to put any effort into it.

Now, what could be more suitable to consult than someone who likes to secretly observe others, and who has been doing so since the sanatorium was first established, calling himself a "recorder"?

As for why we didn't ask him how he managed to slip away from here without anyone noticing?
It does sound like a good idea. The old man has been able to remain invisible for so many years, he should know something about secret passages and mechanisms.

However, Fu Qian still failed to cherish the precious opportunity, and there are two reasons for this.

First of all, the world is a dangerous place, and no matter how sincere the other party may seem, the possibility of malicious intent cannot be ruled out.

Even if someone does point out a "clear path," whether or not to follow it is still questionable.

Secondly, and most importantly, the core principles of Mrs. Tracy's idealism, which claims to influence time, haven't been fully understood yet.

If everyone is truly evil, then everyone faces similar risks.

A character as clearly special as the recorder must be considered for the possibility that he possesses an even more terrifying well of time.

The kind of situation where you could be sent straight to trial by a single disagreement.

So how can we avoid this?

Running away without making any contact seems like the cleanest option, but they still chose to lure the person out.

The main issue with this mission is its unique gameplay. Despite the seemingly generous time limit, it's actually quite difficult to proceed slowly.

For such a deep and insightful perspective as the recorder, Fuqian will not give up easily.

Therefore, his ultimate approach to dealing with the risks was to avoid topics that could directly lead to the mission's completion, such as where the escape route lay. After all, mission completion and Judgment Day were strongly correlated.

But given the rarity of this opportunity, the questions must at least have some depth.

At this point, one's "old friend" would undoubtedly be a very good choice.

It involves some deep-seated issues, and the topic is rather obscure.

"An intruder? I need to have my son look for them."

After listening quietly to Fu Qian's request, the recorder paused for a moment before responding.

Is this the content of the response... and the necromancer thing?
……

As expected, unorthodox methods can't compete with the wicked.

This place originally belonged to the old man, and his son used to live here.

It was donated after the latter's death and became the nursing home it is today.

At that moment, Fu Qian sighed and recalled the origins mentioned earlier.

Even the old man's peculiar hobby clearly stemmed from the same event.

After the pain of losing her son, she chose to completely hide in the shadows.

However, this seemingly tragic story actually contains a small contradiction.

The old man's son not only didn't die, but even became his secretary, helping to retrieve the recorded information?
The Demon Mountain was indeed full of hidden talents, instantly creating a magical atmosphere, but—

"Then I'll have to trouble him."

In contrast to Mrs. Tracy's experience, Fu Qian still did not easily escalate the issue, and even made sure to exchange a polite remark.

The person next to him who's still unconscious—wasn't their previous story also so fantastical it was hard to explain?

Ultimately, it proved that there was no need for superstition or supernatural forces.

"It's okay... I'm getting older and I can't remember many things."

As expected, the response from behind sounded perfectly normal.

“Sometimes, I can hardly understand what I’m writing down. I just do it instinctively, to the point that I can’t even check if it’s complete.”

The old man's words, tinged with a sigh, vividly depicted the sorrow of an aging person.

……

It turned out to be the case.

So the reason the old man showed up just now under his own coercion was not because the records would be incomplete if Mrs. Tracy died.

Rather, it's impossible to determine in which situation the record will be incomplete.
Indeed, nothing should be taken for granted.

As Fu Qian listened to the old man's story, he was thinking about other things.

Although it's just a minor addition, it makes things seem more reasonable now.

Losses that cannot be clearly defined are often more frightening.

"I can imagine how that feels. I'm sorry for being rude earlier."

As for taking fewer notes, what's the big deal?
This is indeed a problem, but while apologizing for his previous excessive behavior, Fu Qian also vaguely felt that he could understand it.

"Hehe, luckily I have my son to help me... I knew he wasn't dead the day his heart stopped beating, but that he had stayed here in a different way."

As expected, the old man quickly offered an explanation.

"I kept a record of everything and eventually found his voice in it."

“He also liked my approach, and we quickly became more and more in sync.”