Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 422 The Needle of the Servant ([-])
It's really time!
Accompanied by the familiar bright light, Fuqian found himself reappearing in the interrogation room the next moment.

"Can you hear me?"

Looking at Kelly who asked the question and Brook next to him, Fu Qian nodded.

"It seems that I don't need to introduce myself?"

His expression fell into the eyes of Kelly, who looked relieved.

"No, Dr. Kelly Landa."

Fu Qian even called out his full name slowly.

"Your memory is finally coherent this time."

Kelly's tone was quite gratified.

"Did you find anything?"

"It really does exist."

Fu Qian didn't hide anything, and told the story of his encounter in the museum.

"You want to tell me that the source of this disaster is not a virus, but an invisible bug?"

The smile on Kelly's face became more and more slack as she listened, and Brook even slapped the pen on the table.

"It's just possible!"

Fu Qian's tone was rather modest.

"Unbelievable?"

"You should be able to tell the difference yourself, right?"

Kelly's face was completely cold at the moment.

"If this is not a prank, we may need to do another evaluation of your mental state."

"Of course you're right about one thing."

The next moment, Kelly picked up the portfolio, dumped out a few photos, and placed them in front of Fuqian.

It was a photo of several desiccated corpses.

"We found this in the museum, unfortunately there are no living people in it."

"And one of the dead, I believe you are no stranger."

"Shen Yuan, I know."

"Very well, since that's the case, I don't think you will deny that you went together?"

"She's my driver, to be precise."

"...So your colleague and driver was decapitated shortly after entering the museum, and you wandered around outside for quite a long time intact?"

"Isn't this what you call other evidence, isn't it a bit too hasty?"

Fu Qian frowned and looked at the two people opposite.

"You still refuse to admit it!"

Brooke slapped the table again.

"While there is no direct evidence, who else besides you would have the motivation to do such a thing?"

"What motive? Let's hear it."

Fu Qian looked curious.

"I have been in love with my colleagues for a long time, but if I can't show my love, I will kill them in anger!"

The latter almost blurted out.

My imagination is about to come out, uncle, what do you usually do after work?

After Fu Qian showed a troubled face, his attention was focused elsewhere.

"So are you looking into the fact that I killed my colleagues? Or am I spreading the virus?"

"Moreover, the evidence you have is too insufficient. Judging from this matter alone, I do have a motive that I can't figure out, but if I'm right, there should be a large-scale riot in Loris City during the accident? A group of people killing and self-mutilating like crazy?"

"It's more reasonable to count it as an example of a large-scale incident?"

When he said this, Fu Qian kept looking at the photo in front of him, but he was also quite puzzled.

Although it had become unrecognizable after a long time, the attire of the corpse was still very consistent with his memory.

This is actually the problem, will it fit too well?
If my assumption just now is true, then it means that the dilapidated world is real, so it stands to reason that the part of my dealings with Shen Yuan is at most just the association triggered after seeing the corpse, it cannot be so realistic.

For a while, Fuqian had further doubts about the current situation.

Yes, from just now, he suspected that this place is not real, but a special thinking space.

The people and things in front of me are all places where I try to clarify my thoughts and explain everything with realistic means.

That's why the two people on the opposite side firmly stated that there was no supernatural factor in what seemed to be a strange incident.

This idea is indeed a little crazy, but Fu Qian is not completely unfounded.

At this moment, in the palm of his left hand, there is a soft object wriggling, trying to get rid of the shackles of the palm.

This is the transparent bug he left just now.

After testing, he didn't throw the thing away.

And when he realized that the crying had gradually stopped, he directly held it in the palm of his hand.

This was undoubtedly a dangerous move, but it turned out that not only did this thing not devour its own flesh and blood, it was even brought here together.

What does this show?

If I have been locked here all this time, how did the things from the illusory world come here?

Fu Qian looked around, past Kelly and Brooke.

A completely enclosed structure, with no view of the outside scene.

Or—is there nothing out there?

"I understand that in fact, if it's just one thing, we can believe it's a coincidence, but the combination of your medical records and this weird scene can't help but make people think too much."

"I understand that."

Nod before paying.

"And I think I explained it just now."

"Your female colleague suddenly cut her own neck in front of you, and then the surroundings suddenly became dilapidated, and then you found a secret passage that was opened?"

"Do you think this kind of story has any credibility?"

Kelly repeated what Fu Qian said word by word.

"Well said, in fact, I am also very unbelievable."

Unexpectedly, Fu Qian accepted her suspicion.

"So I need to summarize and compare to confirm which memory is true."

"Tell me the time, how long after the accident?"

Fu Qian stared at Kelly with both eyes.

I don't know if he was intimidated by Fu Qian's calm demeanor, but it was rare for Brooke not to scold her.

"It's less than a month after the accident and the time we found you was a week after the accident."

"There are no survivors in Slow Loris City?"

"No, we don't know how that thing is contagious at all, and it's too late to warn."

Kelly's tone was extremely positive.

"No wonder you pay so much attention to me, a mental patient."

Before paying, he nodded slightly.

Speaking of which, if this represents my reliable memory, then the time should still be accurate, right?

It's now a month since the accident?

"Mr. Fu, we have completed the assessment of your mental state."

At this moment, Kelly's tone suddenly changed.

"In general, although there are some unstable parts, the basic logical ability is still there, and you can communicate relatively normally."

"Next, we hope that you can really assist us."

"Assessment? So the previous one doesn't count?"

Seeing Kelly's sudden change of posture, Fu Qian understood what she meant, and pointed to the photo on the table.

"Anyway, everyone is dead. The purpose of arranging you to go to the museum to investigate is to confirm that you will really follow our instructions."

At this time, Brook also changed from his previous irascibility, and said in a rather cold tone.

"Understood, let's talk about your plan."

Fu Qian played with the bug in his hand calmly, a little curious about what the real plan of these two was.

　After resisting for a day, I still had a fever. I will take a day off today and take medicine to sleep.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)