Chapter 1803: Chapter 1798: Vulgaria Phobia (11)

A nuclear deterrence that can be easily summoned, feels so wonderful.

Of course, the Night Watchman wouldn’t have a tip-off hotline or the like, but for matters like this, just call the police.

Just like in Los, the law enforcement has its own channels to escalate the situation.

And judging from the reaction in the coffin, Ms. Jellyfish Vampire is aware of this too.

She just expressed do whatever you want, and remained motionless without saying a word.

"5."

But no worries, we can speak.

Fu Qian started the countdown without blinking.

"4...3..."

Not even concealing the unstable aura under mental influence.

However, it’s this honesty, combined with the consistent counting, that turned into a momentum called determination.

"2—"

"He left."

Not waiting until the end, Fu Qian was directly interrupted by a voice in his mind.

...

"How is that possible!"

With the Night Watchman imposing pressure, the Jellyfish Vampire undoubtedly offered an interesting statement different from before.

And through the nearly off-tune exclamation, one can feel the turbulent Cultivation Heart of Butters.

"Oh, where did he leave from?"

Fu Qian certainly won’t spend precious time on emotions, spinning the crowbar in his hand, calmly asked.

"Beside the stairs, the opposite direction.

There’s a door open ahead, your companion left from there."

It must be said, the current conduct of the Jellyfish Vampire, this Transcendent indeed seems very constrained, as long as the will is strong enough to resist temptation, there’s no other tricks for ordinary people.

Consequently, at this moment, the explanation is quite detailed.

"Absolutely impossible!

Why did Wen leave? And without saying anything to us?"

Sadly, this sincere performance doesn’t seem to persuade Butters.

"That I don’t know, maybe he got scared or wasn’t interested, anyhow, your companion dashed in and dropped things, then left from there."

The voice in the mind seems to have reached its patience limit, seemingly expressing the sentiment of believe it or not.

"Is there theoretically no exit from this house at that spot?"

Though understanding the sentiment, Fu Qian doesn’t let it slide easily.

Remaining silent at first, he now raises a technical query.

This isn’t nonsense, though the direction corresponds to a blind spot from the car observation, it’s less likely to have an entrance on the wall with a bit of design sense.

"Go and see for yourselves, I won’t answer any more questions."

Regrettably, the Jellyfish Vampire’s tone is resolute, leaving a final declaration, truly without any voice.

Moreover, in the next moment, her body with special texture is rapidly spewing red liquid.

This is truly blood.

In the blink of an eye, the blood confirmed by Fu Qian fills the entire coffin, quickly submerging the arms, head, and even same-colored shoes.

...

Indeed, saying and doing, this is more exaggerated than checking the watch to send off guests.

Seeing the coffin quickly turn into a pool of blood, and the Jellyfish not float within, even Fu Qian admires this determination.

It really doesn’t seem pretentious, besides completely hiding, the rampant impulse in the will is also rapidly fading.

The other party seemingly gave up this opportunity, and the two only wanting to know the answer have to go see for themselves.

"The clothes should be given back to others."

Feeling the change, Fu Qian casually reminded Butters.

"Let’s go, take a look."

Then, Butters hurriedly took off the black robe, tossed it into the pool of blood, then handed over the lamp, and directly led the way ahead.

The rigidity of limbs was visibly easing, Butters instinctively took it, hesitated for only a moment, then tightly followed behind Fu Qian.

Is there really? Though the design isn’t too conventional...

The door mentioned by the Jellyfish Vampire, searching for it is still quite easy.

Standing at the door, Fu Qian first sees the moonlight coming in—from a very irregularly shaped hole.

Perhaps due to poor material quality, under long-term erosion, it’s more corroded than other places.

On the wall under a section of wooden stairs, there’s actually a hole nearly a meter in diameter.

Indeed, an exit undesigned, but one could still crawl out easily.

Around the entrance, more small rotting holes can be seen.

"Wen left from here?"

It seems, Butters’ thinking ability is gradually returning, even unable to help himself from rushing to the entrance, inspecting it closely.

"There are indeed footprints on the ground."

Fu Qian follows to the side, narrating his findings with some satisfaction.

Due to the gap, the dust here is heavier, under lamplight, the marks are relatively clear.

"But... why? Even if he was scared and wanted to leave, why specifically leave these things for me?"

Butters clearly sounds unable to understand.

"Maybe ashamed to admit his fear, hoping you can achieve what he couldn’t."

Approaching to stand alongside Butters, Fu Qian casually makes up while observing around.

"That thing... Seems quite dangerous, doesn’t it? She wants to use us to break the bondage, but the so-called promise might just be talk...

I was actually aware of this earlier, but still couldn’t resist the desire."

Butters’ voice already contains hindsight.

"If it weren’t for your help, I might have already..."

"No need to belittle yourself, did I tie you up or anything? At least, you used fear to combat desire."

Fu Qian, adept at spotting others’ bright spots, expresses it as merely a trivial aid.

"So, are you really certain Wen left from here?"

Despite receiving this affirmation, Butters clearly seems emotionally complicated, somewhat dazed in confirming.

"Can’t be sure, probably."

"But he can’t drive, how did he leave, walk home?"

Seeing Fu Qian is merely speculating, Butters is seemingly encouraged, continuing to raise doubts.

"Why not? Originally, it’s only speculation, the only way to truly confirm is to check his place."

Fu Qian has no intent in excessive speculation, casually suggesting.

"Right... or his girlfriend’s place."

Unexpectedly, Butters appears enlightened, swiftly accepting this suggestion.

"Oh? Who is his girlfriend?"

This information piques Fu Qian’s interest.

"You don’t know her, she’s from another high school, named Salma."

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