Chapter 2173: Chapter 2168: Confinement (42)

Dennis and Emily really did travel a long road together.

Regarding Fu Qian’s question, the former didn’t resist much.

Under his guidance, the black car drove straight out of the city.

The increasingly monotonous and lonely scenery almost made one wonder if a "slacking off" reminder would pop up at any moment.

However, Fu Qian clearly had no intention of turning back, even though Dennis himself couldn’t remember too clearly and needed to keep circling around to find his bearings.

But during this process, Dennis seemed to have gained a bit more energy, and even when approaching his imagined destination once again, he seemed a little nervous.

"What are you anticipating?"

Fu Qian naturally noticed this change.

"What anticipation..."

The light in Dennis’s eyes dimmed almost instantly.

"People who aren’t anticipating anything don’t get nervous."

Fu Qian’s tone didn’t change, and at the same time, he had already locked onto an abrupt patch of white in his line of sight.

Uh...

Perhaps he originally wanted to refute, but the next moment Dennis obviously noticed it too, and his breath caught.

...

How to put it, perhaps it’s been too long, this white really doesn’t look too good.

Fu Qian naturally wouldn’t give Dennis time for mental adjustment, and soon the car came to a steady stop.

And in the ditch by the roadside, intimately touching a tree, was indeed an old white car.

"Did you drive it?"

Fu Qian glanced at Dennis.

"I drove it..."

The car was already covered in many leaves, and it was backed towards them, so the inside wasn’t very visible.

At the same time, Dennis didn’t dare to look too closely either.

"This tree must be quite old."

Fu Qian didn’t waste time on this side of things, emphasized the tree’s damage, and had already opened the door to get out.

And when he walked to the white car, there was no movement inside, no one in the driver’s seat — because the person was in the passenger seat.

Thud thud!

Fu Qian tapped on the window and looked at the girl student lying there.

The latter didn’t appear to be sleeping deeply, and soon after a start, she turned her head sharply to look over.

Not bad, her similarity with the Emily seen at the hospital was still quite high.

"Open the door."

From anticipation to disappointment, at that moment Fu Qian seemed to see fireworks burning out in those eyes.

And faced with such a vivid scene, Fu Qian pulled his hand back, took out the gun with two remaining bullets, and tapped the window again with a smile.

Click! Click!

The sound of the door opening almost rang out consecutively, one from behind, without even needing to look, Dennis had already dashed over.

...

We call it efficient.

Fu Qian had no intention of slowly guiding the two young lovers.

This kind of action was undoubtedly the quickest way to get them together.

Thud thud!

Even after the two met, Fu Qian knocked on the window once more, waking them from their incredulous gaze to realize the severity of the situation.

"You’re not a cop?"

Though the young man’s focus seemed slightly off, Dennis exclaimed first, eyes glued to the barrel of the gun.

"I am."

Responding nonchalantly, Fu Qian withdrew his gaze from beside.

Unfortunately, the keyhole position on the driver’s seat was empty.

"...Then why are you doing this?"

Dennis clearly didn’t quite believe it.

"Forgot what I just said? This tree is probably older than your grandfather."

Re-emphasizing public damage, Fu Qian didn’t retract the gun, even gesturing for Dennis to sit in the driver’s seat.

"Shouldn’t you be putting us in your car?"

Dennis was evidently unsure, momentarily complying with Fu Qian’s demands and carefully climbing up.

At this point, whoever was in charge was obvious.

Facing the weapon aimed at her, Emily, who had been silently watching their interaction the entire time, finally spoke up for the first time.

It must be said, her voice and tone were surprisingly consistent with what was heard at the hospital.

"No rush, did you bring the car keys?"

Even helping to close the door, Fu Qian responded as he sat in the back seat.

"It’s his dad’s car, only he has the keys."

Clearly not understanding Fu Qian’s question, but with an armed man sitting behind her, the pressure remained significant.

Even Emily hesitated for a moment before finally giving Dennis a look.

"But he gave you his coat."

Not surprised by this reaction, Fu Qian provided Dennis’s testimony.

"...But I threw away the coat."

Pausing for a moment, Emily coldly added.

"But there were no keys in the coat."

Without a change in tone, Fu Qian continued to provide another piece of investigative finding.

Heh...

It seemed that Fu Qian was genuinely looking for the keys, as the next moment Emily burst into laughter.

"Yes, I did take the keys, but later I threw them away. The place is so big, I’ve long forgotten where... What? If you can’t find them, are you going to kill me?"

...

This must have been a similar conversation when she encountered the old Hunter, right?

Emily’s attitude couldn’t be described as facing death fearlessly; in Fu Qian’s metaphor, it’s the ignorance of the fearless.

Most people’s sense of death changes with age.

At her age, there isn’t enough overwhelming fear.

Perhaps under certain obsessive and restless conditions, they might even find the confrontation process enjoyable.

As for whether Emily had this ability — Fu Qian thought she did.

Not just because of her somewhat insane look, but primarily because the old Hunter probably already tested her.

The similarity of the two successive Emilys could be evidence that the old Hunter indeed caught up to her.

If the car keys weren’t the mission target, or the old Hunter didn’t get meaningful answers, he wouldn’t have bothered to set traps over there.

Which means she might have maintained her posture even under torture.

Perhaps because in the Inner World, people’s madness could increase, but there’s no doubt Emily’s mindset was formidable.

But it doesn’t matter, as mentioned before, the old Hunter’s problem was his arrogant perspective, failing to admit the lack of understanding of young people like Mr. Huck Sr.

As someone with a significantly smaller age gap, how could I make such a mistake — didn’t I specifically bring a prop?

"No."

Fu Qian shook his head, pressing the barrel against Dennis’s head.

"You wouldn’t actually kill him... if you did, you wouldn’t be able to threaten me anymore, but if you won’t kill him, then you can’t threaten me either."

This action seemed to finally make Emily’s eyes flicker, but soon she continued to smirk and delivered a tongue twister.

"Of course I wouldn’t kill him, the one who kills is probability."

Casually opening the magazine, Fu Qian let Emily see the two remaining bullets inside and reloaded it.

Having already seen before, this model was capable of playing Russian roulette.

"Wait..."

And just as the gun was once again pressed against his frozen head, Emily, for the first time, avoided Dennis’s eyes looking over.

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