Chapter 1344: Chapter 1342: Fallen Guest Empire (Part 1)
What a trustworthy landlord!
Picking up the envelope with his na on it, Fu Qian praised inwardly.
This was naturally the reason for returning; a new day had arrived, and there was one more task to complete for the week.
Finishing work is for better work, after all.
Just like yesterday, the red wax seal was still intact, without even a folding mark. The letter was carefully preserved.
Undoubtedly, this was left by Mrs. Harper. In fact, the few minutes of waiting just now were to give her ti to operate.
Upon discovering that the tenant was suspicious, and even officials were secretly investigating, she ultimately adhered to principles.
Not only did she not hand over this private item, but she delivered it at her first convenience.
…
Of course, Mrs. Harper hadn’t been asleep, demonstrating excessively steady breathing just like last ti.
And Amila, who thought she was being careful, was deceived once more.
Yet she was indeed talented; the only open window showed no signs of climbing, surprisingly adept in the arts of petty thievery.
In summary, Mrs. Harper clearly understood the conversation upstairs.
And after confirming Amila’s departure, she imdiately placed the letter outside.
However, she obviously didn’t want to be too deeply involved, so she didn’t knock to remind .
For dealing with people and matters, the old lady was indeed tactful.
Of course, the warehouse’s reliability in these matters remained reassuring.
In admiration, Fu Qian had already opened the letter without hesitation.
[Warning, Leak Incident]
[Today’s work content has been updated, you can choose whether to enter the containnt scenario and complete the recontainnt]
[Abandoning the task will not incur a penalty; each entry will consu 1 SAN Point]
Still just a thin sheet of paper, and its content didn’t differ from yesterday.
Even the details below showed little difference.
Fu Qian quickly glanced over it and noted down the reordered cross stitching sequence without any disguise, heading straight downstairs.
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The weather seed unfavorable, with darkness deepening more than before, just like the wounds on his body.
So far, there were no signs of life slowing down, the countdown still held its original verdict.
Walking along the drizzle-laden streets, Fu Qian squinted at the slightly dim stars.
Exploring the World Within the Painting made the essence of this world undeniably more intriguing.
From initial doubts about the Nightmare to later confirmations of reality.
The conclusions from earlier today’s investigation still seed like the Pontiff was birthed from the ti Curse and withered within the erosion.
But currently, it seed her traces in this world hadn’t completely vanished.
This inevitably piqued curiosity about her thods of interaction.
And what her relationship with the Stars Association was.
It was clear that understanding it would effectively help locate her or ascertain her remains’ whereabouts.
But even more clear, there wasn’t much clue at the mont, and he barely had any ti left.
It’s not that the negative status on his body was entirely unsolvable; such effects seed related to world essence attributes, directly activating Extre Hunger Infection might escape it.
Yet rely forming a connection had shared such exaggerated blood loss, the Witch status seed worriso, vanishing in the next mont wouldn’t be surprising.
Not to ntion dealing with the long-brewing Nightmare Corridor issue first.
Overall, less than twenty-four hours left were likely his sole chance for protection.
Unfortunately, there were truly few leads, and even the value of the two organizations had been violently exploited before.
So this additional action opportunity from the warehouse task was indispensable to inspect.
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[Na: Dark Branch, No. 1-119]
[Today’s work begins, entering 1-119 containnt scenario]
[Current SAN Points: 104, Current Inspiration: 99]
While contemplating, Fu Qian had already completed the traversal according to the letter’s order at an unabashed speed.
As proven, this seemingly peculiar thod was indeed reliable; the mont he stepped out, the scene before him turned illusory again.
[…8%…13%…21%…34%…55%…89%…100%, containnt scenario loading complete]
Within the familiar loading prompt, the scene before stabilized.
Fu Qian’s first sensation was a new cold restraint on his supposedly free feet.
Good news, the ability item wasn’t restricted.
Bad news, just like last ti, there was no task introduction.
Worse news, even the containnt conditions hadn’t imdiately appeared this ti.
Of course, compared to the fourth piece of news, these were insignificant——life was still flowing away.
Indeed, even though he had changed appearance, and couldn’t see any traces of wounds, the sensation of blood rushing hadn’t decreased at all.
Wasn’t the priority for this negative state a bit too high?
In contemplation, Fu Qian quickly surveyed the surroundings.
The size of a bedroom, square room, unimpeded.
The only furniture was a corner toilet and bed, the latter welded to the floor with more than one restraint strap visible around it.
This overly classic setup, coupled with three windowless stone walls and dense tal bars in front.
For soone who errs greatly, finally brought to justice?
Sighing over the vast network of justice, Fu Qian stepped forward.
The cold restraint just now was surprisingly heavy tal shackles.
Tightly bound to the ankles, the end of the shackles connected to the heavy bed with an iron chain.
“For ordinary people too brutal, yet far from adequate for the extraordinary ones.”
Evaluating aloud, Fu Qian’s gaze searched the bars for a slightly better reflective spot, observing his reflection within.
Brown hair, green eyes, dium build.
Clad in coarse blue cloth garnts, his entire appearance was neat, even his hair ticulously combed.
His clean-shaven face showed features that appeared wise and kind.
Such a persona in such a place seed slightly discordant.
Fu Qian adjusted his features, presenting a more refined, innocent smile, increasing the discord by fifty percent.
Prison? Asylum? ntal hospital?
Regardless of outward labels, the current setting was obviously a high-security location.
The restraint thods here naturally chose heavier, so his role was probably just an ordinary person—like other inmates.
Outside was a corridor, and his cell was positioned at the classic end.
Following the corridor outward, Fu Qian confird the confinent of another lineup, all without exception were ordinary individuals.
To him, these were easily discernible information.
So the question now was… should the task continue?
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