Artifact Report

Chapter 316 A Dual-Spell but Uneven Perspective: The Man Who Was Electrocuted

The history established by the nest spans from November 15th to 25th; during this period, Fu Tailan must do everything in its power to ensure that nothing changes or fluctuates.

He had only obtained the "key" in the past ten days—so he had to snatch it tonight and put it on the coffee table in his apartment.

During these ten days, Chai Si obtained the "rumor"—although the thought of it made him want to vomit, Fu Tai Lan had no choice but to extract the "rumor" from the mouth of the corpse of Wei Xi Lai.

As for how that cockroach-head got his hands on it after that... could Fu Tailan really treat him like a son?
Rather than delivering it to him personally, I'd rather let the lair kill me.

Once the fake image is leaked, we'll see what Shii Si can do next.

Aside from these two, as for the other illusions... Fu Tai Lan might as well take a gamble, right?

If they don't get their hands on them during the Futai Lan event from November 15th to 25th, their fate won't be changed.

He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

The black square, the W icon, and the letter K from the key are scattered on the ground, near and far. When the three points are connected, they form a "人" (human) shape.

The tricky part is that the letter K is too close to Brianna, right at the end of the left stroke of the "人" shape.

On the pointed corner of the "人" shape is the W icon; and the closest artifact to it is the black square.

“It won’t work, will it?” Brianna suddenly said.

Fu Tailan pretended not to understand, her gaze passing over her shoulder and focusing on the doorway of the room where Wei Xilai's body lay.

She caught up too quickly. The moment I lunged out, Brianna was right behind me...

In addition, the smoke had not completely dissipated, and there were still wisps of white smoke swirling around the room, making visibility much lower than in the lobby.

So it seems she hasn't been able to...

"Although I won't be killed by thoughts in my mind, your illusion is enough to make me lose consciousness for a while... You saw it with your own eyes."

Brianna raised her hand, swung the stun baton twice, and took a step forward.

"The more powerful the illusion, the greater the limitations. You could have everything here if you just took me down, but you're hesitating to use it... Is it because it's temporarily unusable?"

Fu Tailan was quite annoyed.

"Since you already know, why do you still insist on saying it?"

The fact that it can only be used once within 24 hours is not the biggest drawback of the "thoughts come true" illusion—on top of the 24-hour cooling-off period, for every person who dies during the last use, an additional 30 minutes of cooling-off time is added.

If the buyer in that war-torn region wipes out an entire army in one fell swoop, he can only watch as the countdown to this deception gradually comes to an end during the calm period, until it expires.

Judging from the security center when Fu Tai Lan left, it would be unusable for at least thirty hours.

Brianna chuckled softly.

“I don’t like violence, and I probably couldn’t beat you,” Fu Tailan sighed, “So I have a suggestion that might satisfy both of us—”

The moment Brianna's attention shifted was as clear as if someone had flipped a switch.

His reputation among hunters, and his ability to escape unscathed from their lair time and time again, is not solely due to his accessibility.

When he said the last word, Fu Tailan remained calm and relaxed, his body motionless; but when he said the next word, he was like a spring that had been pressed down and then suddenly released, leaping out towards the black side—Briana was jolted awake, and by the time she came to her senses, he had already taken the lead for a split second.

Despite being half a step ahead, Fu Tailan knew he couldn't get the black pieces.

Brianna swung her arm, and the short stun baton instantly sliced ​​through the air, creating ripples that hurtled towards Fu Tailan; if he had held onto even the slightest bit of luck, he would have been struck squarely by the baton.

But Fu Tailan suddenly stopped in his tracks, almost as if his legs had been pulled away, and fell to the ground—he braced himself with his hands on the ground in time, and stretched out his right leg, sweeping it long.

The black player was swept away by his kick, tumbling past the W icon and rolling into a far corner of the lobby.

Brianna is a quick-thinking person with clear goals and unwavering resolve; to seize the illusion tonight, Fu Tailan must first shatter her composure.

He was willing to use any means necessary to achieve this.

The short stun gun whistled past her head and fell to the ground behind her; Fu Tailan looked up and smiled gently at her.

"Sister, are you afraid of that thing?"

It looked as if he were holding a lighter.

"why?"

Fu Tailan pressed the spring with that one word, and a spark of fear flashed in Brianna's eyes.

Even just a little bit is enough.

Before he finished speaking, he turned around towards where the black piece had landed—in fact, he had no intention of actually pouncing on it; as an experienced hunter, he could tell at a glance that the black piece's operation method was probably very complicated, and even if he got his hands on it, he would not have the opportunity to study it and then activate it.

This feint alone has already swayed Brianna.

She couldn't suppress her fear of the black pieces; therefore, she wouldn't allow even the slightest possibility of Fu Tailan getting them. Fu Tailan leaped backward, watching Brianna pounce on her, and chuckled inwardly.

...Residents, or humans, are forever slaves to emotions and scars.

He turned his head in the opposite direction and rushed in the opposite direction before Brianna could react—she might turn around and counterattack at any moment, and there was no time to stop, bend down, and grab the letter K; Fu Tailan simply kicked it far into the room where Vesilé's body lay.

He glanced back quickly and saw that Brianna had already turned her head away—half of her body was bent down, one hand was gripping the black cube, but her head was almost flipped over from her neck, looking up at Fu Tailan.

...It was as if she had momentarily forgotten that she was still in a human body and was not yet a resident.

Oh no, my sister is angry!

Fu Tailan quickened his pace and rushed into the still smoke-filled room—as he desperately pulled the door out of the wall bit by bit, Brianna came closer and bigger, almost like a high-speed, humanoid nightmare.

When the two were still a few steps apart, he finally slammed the door shut and quickly slammed the lock; with a dull thud, someone slammed their body against the other side of the door—luckily, Vesilé was afraid of dying, so the door was made sturdy and thick, and it didn't even shake.

Knowing it was wrong, Fu Tailan still yelled "Ha!" at the door.

“…He really is just a child. Didn’t you know?” Brianna said in a muffled voice through the door, “The safe room is different from a regular house. There are…”

The second half of the sentence disappeared.

have what?
Just as Fu Tailan was about to walk up, she suddenly snapped back to her senses.

The black cube is already in Brianna's hands—who knows what it does or whether it can pass through walls? Is she deliberately luring him towards the door?
He doesn't have time now.

Brianna will definitely take this opportunity to collect the W-shaped graphic in the hall; then, she will not leave him alone in the room—she will find a way to get in.

Fu Tailan hurriedly took two steps back, twisted her body, and searched around.

He quickly spotted the letter K that he had kicked in from the floor, grabbed it, and stuffed it, along with the letters EY, into his inner coat pocket.

This way, at least the past self can obtain the "key." Although allowing the past self to obtain the key also means that the mansion—

...Fu Han will embark on that path.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, he saw Vesilé.

Fu Tailan stood there, lost in thought for a while.

In the hazy smoke, Vesile's eyelids had been gently pulled shut, and if you didn't look at the white foam at the corner of his mouth, his expression was almost calm.

He simply lay there, his cells dying one by one, his blood slowly cooling. Without a soul, without consciousness, he could not evoke anger, sadness, guilt, or unease in anyone in the world.

Fu Tailan walked up to him and looked him over for a few seconds.

"Move faster!" a part of the brain urged. "This isn't your dad. Move faster! Go find that artifact that can compress objects into a vacuum—Briana rushed out too fast; she definitely didn't have time to grab it."

Another part of the brain, however, seemed to be immersed in some kind of dream, vaguely looking at the corpse of a father.

Fu Tailan quickly found out what the second half of Brianna's sentence was.

The security room is different from a regular apartment; it has a control panel in its lobby.

“Lights, electricity, ventilation system, and doors…” Brianna stood behind him and whispered, “They’re all controlled by one system.”

Fu Tailan managed to turn around and step forward in time, creating a small distance between them; but the short stun gun still pierced her back, the current surging violently, piercing the muscles in strands, burning the nerve endings white.

His legs buckled, he staggered a few steps, and tumbled to the ground.

*
Brianna stood quietly in the room, watching Fu Tailan's soft, slumped body against the wall, and didn't move for a moment.

She didn't need to look down to know what Fu Tailan had been staring at.

I never expected... that I could still help her after he died.

It's as if he's lying here, knowing he's useless, yet still thinking about how to help his daughter stall Fu Tai Lan so she can get rid of him smoothly...

Brianna touched the smile spreading across her face, thinking, "If only it were true, if only it were true, I wouldn't be dead. It wasn't her who killed him, it was him who killed me."

“Boo, Bourie…”

Brianna froze.

The voice was weak and hoarse, barely audible, but unmistakable.

She slowly, bit by bit, turned her head, forcibly pressing her gaze down onto her father's pale face.

His throat moved slightly, and a blister popped at the corner of his mouth.

"Am I... going to die... Bree?"

(End of this chapter)