Of course, we will walk this final journey together; it’s just beginning now.
Already ntioned, regardless of how confident Mr. Cardon is, there’s almost no chance of his success, otherwise, the warehouse wouldn’t have sent here.
The only comforting thing is that, with a random remark, I got Mr. Cardon to share interesting past events.
Because of a "successful case," that organization carried out special operations, affecting business here; logically it makes sense.
Of course, Fu Qian understands that this "successful case" does not refer to Cardon himself.
Even the recruiter is buried underground, so what right do the remaining ones have to comprehend his awakening—the case actually refers to the owner of the pendant in my hand.
Indeed, although uncertain of what the "Unjust" are pursuing, such are special thinkers who clearly overthink disappearance.
To them, could disappearance also be a kind of sublimation?
Shattering Void, a thought to Heaven?
Especially when the person is capable of recruiting newcors like a High Priest.
Especially after they just divided the flesh of the followers.
In summary, after Cardon left this place, Fu Qian leaned more towards the actions of the "Unjust" which seed to follow the footsteps of the buried one.
As for why it precisely affects this hotel? Could this be overly coincidental?
It is indeed coincidental, but not without reason—Cardon ntioned earlier, that night, not only did he not interrupt Mr. Dickens’s unusual behavior but even provided so reverse assistance.
Firstly, it is certain here that even after consuming the flesh of their followers, the "Unjust" did not gain the imagined transcendence.
So, if there were any nonsensical talk and exaggerated actions from Mr. Dickens at the ti, it was rely self-hypnosis, sothing akin to performing a ritual.
However, if Cardon is added to the mix, it’s really possible for this process to turn out differently than before.
If Mr. Dickens later shared his experience with the followers, this place could be taken as a treasure land of sorts.
Of course, this is just one possible factor.
What if the hotel owner was originally connected to that organization? Or simply was the deceased one?
Just now, Fu Qian really felt that the style of the clock overhead pairing with a cross star minute hand seed quite fitting.
"Thank you very much, I increasingly feel all this is the arrangent of fate."
At this point, Cardon no longer cared about these trivial details but gazed at Fu Qian, expressing a higher level of appreciation for his dedication.
It’s clear he doesn’t mind Fu Qian following along.
Though after saying this, he kept on walking, deciding not to disclose more.
...
"Back then, my father lay inside for a day and night, and I never disturbed him until he opened the door himself and walked out."
The night remains deep, with a long ti before dawn.
Matching with a ss of a ruined house, it’s truly fitting for reminiscing the past.
And unsurprisingly, Mr. Cardon Sr. chose his final resting place to be the room where his father stayed.
After all, it has a mattress here.
anwhile, with casual comntary, Mr. Cardon’s actions are straightforward, already lying down directly.
Although not imdiately entering "the state," but instead continuing the story of the past.
"I believe he was not in a good mood."
Fu Qian imagined the scene while finding a spot beside him to sit down.
Uncertain why Cardon would be so harsh on his biological father.
The feeling of gaining and losing obviously isn’t pleasant.
If during that day and night, Mr. Dickens went through praying, receiving, and then losing this entire process.
Then at the mont of sitting up from the bed, he probably had the heart to hang himself.
"After that, we rarely contacted each other; he likely ca here more than once... unfortunately, until he passed away, he seed not to have touched anything mysterious again."
Clearly accepting Fu Qian’s words, Cardon talked while stroking the bed beneath him.
This highlights the change in mindset due to the force ntioned earlier.
Although hard to describe the old man’s tone, at that mont, Fu Qian felt sothing was proven again.
Starting from that night, those marvelous opportunities happened, and no doubt the person before him was undergoing so transformation as well.
Perhaps overly cruel to Mr. Dickens, but thinking positively, at his son’s dying monts, he seed to want to make up for this.
"Do you like dreaming, Anke?"
The reflection ended quickly; at a certain mont, Cardon, lying there, looked over and asked a question.
...
Then you sure are asking the right person.
"Quite fond of it, but unfortunately there aren’t many opportunities."
The topic sounds like casual banter, yet Fu Qian, combining his situation, sighed softly.
"But definitely more than ... must say once more, I’m glad you drove here, and I feel certain you can help fulfill my wish."
Cardon was surprised by this response, yet did not ask for reasons; instead, veered towards himself.
"My ti is almost up, this should be the last thing we discuss."
And staring at Fu Qian’s face, the next mont, Cardon even smiled brightly, bidding final farewell.
"For years, dreams were unimaginable to since true sleep was utterly aningless to —"
Incredible words against human nature actually ca from his mouth?
"But the ti for eternal rest has arrived."
Regarding Cardon’s statent, Fu Qian quipped while idly reminding.
"You’re right; hence I’ve made preparations stepping into death...
Yet, the old man wasn’t angry, instead withdrawing his gaze, staring straight at the ceiling.
Compared to the ground, undoubtedly more filthy above, besides mold, there were cobwebs and bird droppings.
No matter how, back then Mr. Dickens likely gazed at this corner too in a similar posture.
Considered a unique reincarnation or reconciliation with his father?
"So if you truly fall asleep, do you need to assist with euthanasia? You know it’s difficult to fall asleep again once awake."
Unfortunately, such a scene was promptly marred by Fu Qian’s reality-checking question.
Consequently, admitting that it is indeed a technical issue worth considering.
"Normally, I shouldn’t need assistance... but in a mont you deem necessary, I’d be very grateful if you do."
Mr. Cardon’s amiability still carried forth, seriously addressing Fu Qian’s query.
"Thank you, Anke."
Eyes slowly closing, voice becoming low, gratitude sounded sincere.
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