Chapter 2776: Chapter 2771: 13th Day Talks (28)

That’s how honest it is.

Most people are always prone to guilt in front of a uniform.

Fu Qian clearly didn’t have such a bad habit, being honest to a frightening degree.

My previous position wasn’t particularly conspicuous, especially since it was nighttime.

Yet the other party noticed instantly, indicating that they were not only well-trained but familiar with this place.

To summarize, it’s highly unlikely they’re a newcomer; they must know the real owner of that uniform.

They probably also have a good idea of who would be taking a stroll from the VIP area at this time.

So Fu Qian didn’t expect to be able to bluff his way through.

Considering his previous actions, getting caught by the guards would undoubtedly be serious.

At least he’d be bound up again and put under strict surveillance.

More seriously, he could be hauled off to the police station, which would go on record—Isn’t that just perfect?

Isn’t the task to get out of this place before the trial date?

Logically speaking, with so many people in a sanatorium to maintain daily operations, the daily consumption isn’t minor, so there must be transport channels to the outside.

It’s not feasible to breach the walls, but surely one can use official transportation, right?

Of course, this is just a pleasant fantasy; with a director, it’s hard to believe it could be that seamless.

But that’s okay. Fu Qian just wanted to know what method the director would use to stop this process from happening?

"Is it you?"

Sure enough, without disappointment, the night guard, under the slight glow, actually recognized Fu Qian and gasped in surprise.

Judging from his instantly alert movements, he obviously wasn’t mistaken.

"So it has indeed been seen through? Then there’s nothing to be done..."

Fu Qian’s gaze fell on the distinctively shaped baton in the other’s hand, and his response was a cold smile, filled with a deadly serious vibe.

...

Wasn’t it you who said that?

Although the expression and tone matched so well, it seemed that the night guard wasn’t filled with much chill but rather more bewilderment.

When asked who you were, you directly answered ’outsider,’ right?

Your face wasn’t masked at all; did this flaw even need to be noticed?

"I warn you not to act rashly; within my jurisdiction, causing you certain harm to prevent you is permissible."

Yet for all its oddity, it didn’t affect the other’s dedication.

The night guard quickly steadied his mindset and raised his smooth cane.

And Fu Qian didn’t think he was bluffing.

In such a talented place, who could say someone wouldn’t appear impulsive? A bit more freedom in force is indeed necessary.

And the guard once again showed his well-trained nature, tossing out the most threatening part, regardless if the target was genuinely abstract or pretending to be.

"What do you mean? What I meant by ’nothing to be done’ was I couldn’t act rashly, could I?"

Unfortunately, Fu Qian nonchalantly countered, with a face full of innocence.

"... You’ll have to come with me."

The guard paused for a moment and finally decided not to linger on the topic, restarting the procedure.

"I thought you’d blow that whistle."

Without even asking where he was being taken, Fu Qian simply looked at the guard’s chest in surprise.

"It’s nighttime; technically, this thing is prohibited."

At least slightly catching up with the rhythm, the guard just paused for a moment before grasping the metal whistle and explaining the sanatorium’s rules.

"But I still warn you not to have any ideas; I wouldn’t mind breaking the rules."

And promptly made a reminder.

"Not bad."

The guard’s concerns were commendable—he didn’t lower his guard because of Fu Qian’s cooperation.

Yet he was principled, not entrenched; such uniformed personnel are undoubtedly the most frustrating for criminals to encounter.

However, Fu Qian slightly nodded, commending them with satisfaction.

Headaches aren’t his concern; now it’s the director’s turn.

If he indeed met someone too easy to handle, how would there be an increase in difficulty?

...

"Why ’not bad’?"

Yet, for the night guard, this compliment indeed challenged logical thinking.

The cultivation heart he’d been struggling to maintain since just now finally showed signs of cracking, and he couldn’t help but ask.

"Based on your performance, I think you shouldn’t get lost later, after all, with how dark it is."

But Fu Qian had long thought of the answer, hinting toward the surroundings.

It’s not entirely without reason... but I didn’t even say where I was taking you, right?

At least a hint of acknowledgment of professional ability, the guard didn’t know how to respond.

"This way."

Eventually, he chose not to respond to the compliment, simply turning to signal for Fu Qian to follow.

"...How did you manage it?"

And seeing that Fu Qian actually responded to the call and followed, after a few steps, he still couldn’t resist marveling.

"You mean how I freed myself?"

Fu Qian took in the path beneath his feet, confirming they were avoiding the main building, moving away from the chief doctor’s office, while still keeping his pace.

As for the night guard’s curiosity, it wasn’t hard to guess.

People tend to focus on their professional content.

Suddenly snapping from delirium to clarity is indeed an extraordinary feat.

But the chief doctor should express surprise at such things, not this order-maintaining staff member who should be more astonished at how someone managed to free themselves when tied up rigorously.

"Yes, according to the victim’s statement, it seemed you weren’t tied up at all."

The guess was promptly confirmed; the night guard didn’t seem to regard it as confidential, though he consciously omitted the victim’s name.

...

So it was discovered, after all? The director is getting more impressive.

Unshackling was a trivial trick, but what Fu Qian confirmed from that statement was something else.

That female staff didn’t fake face blindness afterward and reported accurately that the person on the chair had been swapped out.

This indeed changes everything.

Covering up is one thing; the fact that it happened yet the sanatorium carried on without major searches is considerably harder.

The director increasingly resembles someone in charge of the sanatorium.

So the question is what will the person in charge do now, faced with a columnist who’s practically turning himself in?

"They say, as long as you have freedom in your heart, nothing can bind you."

Amid anticipation, Fu Qian didn’t forget to provide the night guard with some clarification.

The answer was unfortunately too corny, causing the latter to grimace.

Click!

However, the reaction had little time to be relished as the next moment the night guard turned off the light.

Darkness rushed in suddenly, and due to the switch from light to dark, visibility plummeted.

"Sounds like you really want to leave here?"

In the engulfing darkness, the night guard shifted to a different tone.

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