Click!
When Fu Qian sat down in the familiar spot, the next mont’s commotion felt sowhat unusual.
Following the not-so-elegant nickna "slaughterknife," instead of a specific task summary, there was a strange sound.
Accompanied by the sound, there was also a fleeting image before his eyes.
It seed familiar, no wonder it sounded familiar.
Fu Qian didn’t move, quietly observing this rare disturbance——
The sunlight was decent, but what it illuminated was a desolate street, with almost all doors tightly shut, like a haunted place.
Even the bar, a place for relaxation, hadn’t opened.
Indeed, it was where he faced the Destiny Snake for the last ti.
The strange sound just now ca from the car he parked outside——
With a calm expression, Mr. Huck Sr., whose gaze seed unfocused, clearly opened the car door to check, found nothing, and casually closed it, controlling his strength intentionally.
...
So is this the developnt after completing the task?
Has the summary changed from text to video?
There’s no denying that tasks related to the Nightmare Corridor easily beco bizarre.
Easily understanding the situation before him, Fu Qian remained curious, but relaxed to enjoy it.
It’s not surprising the old man found this place; Fu Qian specifically asked Zhen and others about it when leaving the breakfast shop.
Leaving Rachel’s house and not returning made things strange, but soone as experienced as him likely wouldn’t foolishly wait there.
With a little maneuvering to find the breakfast shop, Maggie and others surely wouldn’t hide anything about Fu Qian’s situation.
From the old man’s expression, he clearly found the situation more peculiar, hence why he quickly sought it out.
Even though a step behind, he soon appeared alert.
After leaving the black car, the old man stood quietly before the bar door, not rushing into action.
Touched by a bit of destiny’s wonder, amidst the duel of two Superior Beings, the bar miraculously survived.
But as an old cop who can "sense the town’s pulse," Huck should easily spot the anomaly—the door was unexpectedly open at this hour.
Yet, inside there was no sound to be heard.
Click!
A soft sound again, and after a slight hesitation, the old man pulled out a slightly different styled handgun, fumbled with it sowhat awkwardly, while keeping a wary eye on the surroundings.
Once ready, with still no movent, his hand finally reached for the ajar door.
There’s no denying the action carried a weight, as if sothing inside could destroy his sense of perception—which indeed, it does.
Though not quite a god’s eye view, Fu Qian’s current state was distinctly transcendent.
On one hand, he felt the old man’s anxiety, on the other, he could see directly what lay beyond the door.
A person sat there.
Emily?
Even a familiar face, soone he had dealt with not long ago.
Though to Fu Qian, she seed more fitting to be called "Old Hunter."
And as soon as this thought occurred, that young face swiftly began to change.
Gray temples, languid deanor—in the blink of an eye, the face was identical to the old man outside.
...
This was quite the information reveal.
Watching the old man’s hesitation, and the changes happening "inside" the bar, Fu Qian found it deeply intriguing for a mont.
Throughout the entire task, he and his predecessor rival hadn’t truly co into direct contact.
Even at the hospital, Emily’s true identity was inferred through logic.
This led to the competitive scenario, almost life and death, but the understanding was always blurry.
Comprehendible as this is the outco the Destiny Snake desired—various possibilities and suspicions.
Eternally lacking clear judgnt, no absolute trustworthy information or person, maximizing one’s entrapnt within.
Directly contributing to Mr. Huck Sr. being perceived as a suspect, never fully excluded from suspicion.
And now, the situation seems even more finely balanced.
Given the face-changing presence, the person inside the bar was almost assuredly the Old Hunter, leaving little room for doubt.
Confirming Fu Qian’s hypothesis of him retaining manipulative capabilities.
Previously at the hospital, indeed impersonating Emily to mislead Fu Qian, tactic like the hunter trailing behind its prey.
But for Emily to transform into Huck, that’s quite sothing—was Fu Qian’s suspicion of Mr. Huck Sr. not entirely unwarranted?
If this is reverting to the true identity, was Fu Qian’s rival portraying Huck from the Inner World?
At first glance, it sounds baffling, yet upon reflection not implausible.
Task execution falls to the Administrator, thus providing a character setting.
"Inner World Huck," frankly speaking, is also an identity.
Fu Qian could be a new police officer in the real world; why wouldn’t his rival be a counterpart to Huck in the Inner World?
Even so, those investigation route coincidences Fu Qian sensed—like Huck directly suggesting to visit the Art Prison—now seed to have additional explanations.
If the "Old Hunter" can subconsciously influence his counterpart in the real world, even if Mr. Huck Sr. is innocent, so intuitions might carry the competitor’s will.
Making a good man’s identity even more deceptive.
...
"Fate" truly is wondrous, that being certainly put great effort into it.
With tension and patience, Fu Qian gazed at the dual perspectives inside and outside the door.
Why had the Old Hunter co to the real world; was his earlier forecast mistaken?
Even the face-transforming act seed to break the transcendent ban?
It wasn’t breaking, the reason indeed simple—the inside isn’t the real world.
Indeed, at this mont Fu Qian gained a more direct impression of his rival’s operation in the hospital, causing the real world to plunge into the Inner World.
A clear boundary was drawn, distinct interior and exterior.
Here specifically the door indicates, once the old man enters the bar, the real world montarily untouchable, falling into the Inner World.
Yet a scene identical to the real world, highly deceptive.
To sum up, indeed "Old Hunter" can only pull people in, unable to exit.
Who knows how it would manifest if his character was truly Inner World’s Huck and if the actual person stumbled in.
This surely wouldn’t bode well for the real Mr. Huck Sr., his caution and hesitation were appropriate—Click!
Within the third soft sound, having steeled himself, Huck pushed open the door.
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