Chapter 2140: Chapter 2135: Confinement (9)

So indeed he hasn’t been here, doesn’t that make Huck’s actions even more abstract?

Some things are like cavities in teeth, the more you excavate, the deeper they become, unfathomable.

The server Zhen did not disappoint, providing interesting information one after another.

Although this information makes the whole affair seem even more bizarre.

As said before, the old man’s motives are becoming more suspicious, far beyond mere rejection and distrust of a new colleague, rather indicating something wrong within himself.

Is Huck the Old Hunter?

A hypothesis seems very easy to jump to.

Involving two missing persons, the current town may not have its most significant stake in ordinary security personnel.

Based on the timing of appearing due to the mission target, speculate that those two may be related to the White Key that I’m searching for.

The motive for the Old Hunter’s actions is unclear, but if he’s professional, it wouldn’t be surprising if he assessed the situation similarly through various means.

Even Mr. Huck’s age meets the criteria of "old."

And to seize the initiative, has an investigation already been conducted one step ahead?

Perhaps not unwary of me either, so if Zhen also provides a definite answer, would he try to conceal this information?

With the current information, this speculation can’t really be falsified—but this is just one of the hypotheses.

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A very important point currently is the "Inner World" discovered under my stimulus.

Therefore, those previous events must be considered for this transcendent influence.

To put it bluntly, was Huck during his early arrival actually conversing with Zhen in a real diner, or in the Inner World?

If it’s the former, his motives indeed have major issues.

But if it’s the latter, not only are there issues, there’s an additional motive—safety.

Zhen’s lethality is evident, posing a threat to me, what about my competitors?

Faced with such a threat, a lunatic way of handling it like mine is probably scarce, most would choose peaceful co-existence striving to get away, grabbing some information along the way wouldn’t hurt.

And what better way to diminish Zhen’s hostility than having the face of a local security manager in place for many years?

Is that person really Huck, or an Old Hunter disguised as Huck?

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Indeed, one of my profound insights from my professional experience over these days is not to have high expectations of a Superior Being’s integrity.

Indeed, my abilities are restricted in this speed race, who says my competitor’s abilities are restricted for the same reason?

Could it be possible for him, like I used to, to easily create a face from scratch?

Investigating, deceiving, it’s good for anything.

This is another possibility that can’t be eliminated so far and it presents an even graver situation.

It implies that I need to confront an opponent who retains a certain level of Extraordinary Ability.

"Mr. Huck... hasn’t left?"

Despite the gravity, it doesn’t seem like a fire emergency, first, I need to survive before considering it.

Silently mulling over it, yet seeing Zhen, who answered the question, with her gaze fixed on Huck’s position, not retracting.

Although the appearance is poor, the pancakes and milk are still there.

The classic menu paired with this spot really tends to provoke associations, even for Zhen at this moment.

And the ultimate result of such an association doubtlessly leads to a clear contradiction—Mr. Huck clearly left, yet he hasn’t left.

For a normal person, encountering such a situation would surely make them suspect if they are awake, let alone Zhen at this moment.

After murmuring a self-talk, as the source of coldness, her body instead displays a noticeable shiver.

Like a program experiencing disorder, seemingly capable of erupting destructively at any moment—

"Huck... Mr. Huck—"

Repeating it for the third time, Zhen abruptly turns her head, on her fragmented face is a truly ghastly female ghost-like menace.

And the same shattered blood-rimmed eyes stare here, as if real cold glints bursting out, piercing through one’s lungs.

Not just a metaphor, at that moment Fu Qian feels the air inhaled into the lungs is twisted of sharp needles, potentially coughing up blood anytime soon.

The force’s action is mutually effective, one must withstand to endure extreme pressure.

With the Mortal body intimidating the Transcendent, is it too free-spirited after all?

"He’s not here... I sent him away."

Voice low, tone unchanged, next moment Fu Qian unexpectedly picks up a pistol on the table, calmly confirming Zhen’s doubts.

Move the barrel to the temple, then turn it towards Zhen.

"But don’t worry, you now have a chance to catch up to him."

Offering comfort simultaneously, Fu Qian retrieves something from the pocket onto the table, casually giving a classic line.

"In the coin flip game, what’s the most you’ve ever won?"

...

Indeed, with the pressure cooker about to burst, Fu Qian chose to continue pumping pressure, using a wicker to intimidate a tiger.

And believe even at this moment, Zhen should find it easy to understand what the coin flip game refers to, and what the earned "opportunity" implies.

"You... killed Mr. Huck..."

Four eyes meet, an atmosphere truly suffocating.

Clearly consecutive stimulations plus cognitive dissonance show Zhen’s mental state as shaky as her body, potentially shattering anytime—though ultimately meeting expectations.

Breathing heavily before speaking again, she visibly already comprehends Fu Qian’s hint—

The items are here but weren’t eaten, Mr. Huck was killed by this man.

And now the other party wants to play a coin flip game, the prize for winning is to be killed along with it.

"What if I lose..."

Regardless of the truth or the game, they both clearly seem unacceptable, her gaze falls on Fu Qian’s left hand, Zhen doesn’t agree immediately.

"That’s okay, today is still a beautiful day."

The condition Fu Qian offers sounds quite generous, his smile remains gentle.

"Colleagues still absent, though temporarily taking over yet not busy, can chat with Maggie or admire the graffiti outside after the annoying guests leave, everything quiet and dull."

Ha...

Though it sounds indeed a boring time, Zhen can’t conceal the appearance of longing.

"Can I admit defeat?"

"No, you can’t."

Fu Qian shakes his head.

"So it’s like this... you can flip it..."

With no significant emotional response, Zhen finally seems to have accepted some fate.

And due to the topic being exceedingly explosive, she hasn’t noticed her fingertip skimming the table, easily leaving a groove.

"No need, just guess, heads or tails."

Fu Qian keeps shaking his head.

Not disrespecting the game, there indeed is a coin in his hand.

However, with the already numb left hand, merely taking the coin out is difficult enough, flipping is truly beyond his capability.

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