Facing an Ancient God for a Year Chapter 545 - 545 545 Beauty (Part 2)1

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So, the nature of this task is that we don’t want the Yasui Group’s testers to realize that Kagetsu Kana has t with trouble?

The problem is that it is now less than an hour away from six o’clock, in such a big city, with countless deaths occurring every day, finding one body is like searching for a needle in a haystack.

At the sa ti, even her own father, Mr. Kisaragi, is clueless about Kana’s whereabouts.

This is sowhat tricky!

As he stepped out from the Kisaragi residence’s front door, Fu Qian seed to be deep in thought.

The dicinal experints ntioned by Mr. Kisaragi also seed quite intriguing, hardly resembling any legitimate dication.

After all, according to him, Kana had “applied” to undergo the dication.

A potion that allows transformation upon consumption? Otherwise, such enthusiasm is hard to explain.

The follow-up is worth our attention, but for now, the priority is to find the target.

Lost in thought, Fu Qian turned and looked to his right.

There, the curtain of the house next to the Kisaragi’s was slightly parted, revealing half a face spying on this side.

And the mont Fu Qian looked over, that face quietly retreated.

Having a helpful neighbor is a good thing; there’s a saying that distant relatives are not as good as near neighbors!

With a smile on his face, Fu Qian walked straight up to the door and knocked.

Unfortunately, after a brief wait, no one responded.

Impolite, but perhaps a blessing in disguise.

With a sense of satisfaction, Fu Qian did not hesitate to kick the door open, and the heavy security door burst open with a bang.

Now that’s what you call skill!

Fu Qian, retracting his foot, nodded in approval.

Thanks to his top-tier control, the kick was perfect in both force and angle. As he opened the door, he had minimized the noise, effectively eliminating the side effect of disturbing the peace.

“What are you doing… I’ll call the police!”

Behind the door, just a few ters away, stood the owner of the half-revealed face, now stiff as a board.

The body was tense, voice trembling, like a clam whose shell had been forcibly opened.

“Go ahead.”

And amidst his impotent threats, Fu Qian had already walked past him and sat down on the living room sofa, gesturing casually.

For soone who dares only to observe in secret, direct confrontation was a skill much too sophisticated for him.

…

As it turned out, Brother Clam hesitated for a long ti, but ultimately didn’t have the courage to make a call.

“What do you want to ask?”

“Excellent.”

Fu Qian expressed his appreciation for the man’s ability to bend when it was required.

He observed the fellow who, even at ho, was dressed quite formally.

“How should I address you?”

“Takagi…”

“All right, Mr. Takagi, do you know where the girl next door, Miss Kisaragi, went?”

“How would I know that! I hardly ever interact with her, why are you asking ?”

For so reason, once Takagi confird that the nacing man in front of him was here to find soone, he let out a sigh of relief.

The relief was so palpable that he even responded quickly with a tone of confusion and anger.

“Don’t be nervous. Interacting is one thing; are you sure you haven’t been paying attention?”

Fu Qian blinked.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying; if it’s about looking through the window just now, I must say I was only observing because I saw a suspicious person and was concerned for my safety.”

“If you have nothing else, please leave. I could promise not to call the police—”

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Before his words trailed off, Takagi saw Fu Qian already standing up and taking a step forward.

Sensing danger, he instinctively dodged backward and imdiately cried out for help.

Unfortunately, before his vocal cords could vibrate at a high frequency, they were clamped by a hand like a pair of iron tongs around his neck.

Takagi, only slightly shorter than Fu Qian, found his feet nearly instantly leaving the ground.

As the aggressor, Fu Qian didn’t utter any harsh words, but just quietly held Takagi aloft as the latter struggled.

In less than a minute, Takagi had nearly stopped moving, and Fu Qian casually threw him to the ground.

Gasping… gasping…

With breaths like a broken bellows, Takagi gasped for half a minute.

“I… I, really— but I might know soone who knows…”

He quickly choked out these words while struggling.

Fu Qian still wore a smile, making no response to this.

“Please, co with … I’m not going to call the police…”

Under the tangible threat of death, Brother Takagi’s strong will to live erupted, and he struggled up from the ground.

After staggering a couple of steps, he opened a door beside him.

Behind the door was a study, not very large, but arranged quite ticulously.

Without waiting for Fu Qian to urge him, Takagi ran to the bookshelf, reached behind it, and after fumbling around, he forcefully pushed the bookshelf aside.

The next mont, a Dark Gate on the wall painted light green was opened, and a faint glow seeped through from behind.

“Please, follow .”

Takagi said as he turned around, but his eyes only dared to look at the ground.

“Okay.”

Fu Qian responded casually; the scene before him held no surprise.

He had already observed the layout of the house; the size of the study was unusual at a glance, so having a Dark Gate was quite normal.

Without waiting for Fu Qian to say anything, Takagi had already taken the initiative to turn on the light, bathing the surroundings in a burst of ambiguous pink light.

It was clear that Brother Takagi had done his best, turning on every light he could, but due to the style, it only made the pink-tinged yellow light even more pronounced.

One could even see a heart-shaped pattern made of rose-colored lights on one of the walls.

Despite the sober exterior, this specially isolated space clearly represented another side of Brother Takagi’s innermost being.

“Kagetsu Kana?”

Fu Qian looked inside the ring of heart-shaped lights.

At a glance, it was full of photographs.

And the main subject of all the photos was the sa, a young woman with long black hair, most of the shots taken surreptitiously.

Her features had so resemblance to Mr. Kisaragi’s from earlier; she was likely the very person he was searching for.

It had to be said, she was indeed a beautiful woman, appearing not to be over twenty years old.

Even though there were many similarities in features, when combined together, she was far more eye-catching than her sister.

And it was quite clear that Brother Takagi, the neighbor, was one of her admirers, who had collected nurous photos of her in this secret and private sanctuary.

Fu Qian even spotted a map with various marks and lines, seemingly the woman’s movent patterns.

There was also a skirt on the table.

For a mont, Fu Qian felt the humidity index in the air sharply rise.

“This… I indeed have had little interaction with Miss Kisaragi… but I’ve collected so information about her.”

Seeing Fu Qian examine his collection, Takagi explained weakly from the side.

Without waiting for Fu Qian to speak, he silently stepped forward and opened a drawer nearby.

Inside the drawer was a stack of file bags, which he took out and placed in front of Fu Qian.

“While collecting information, I discovered so other people, many of whom are closely connected with Miss Kisaragi… I think among them, there might be soone who knows where Kisaragi is now…”