Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2794 - 2789: Thirteen Talks (46)


Chapter 2794: Chapter 2789: Thirteen Talks (46)

Unlike other places, the floor of the attending doctor’s office was a whole piece of carpet.

Though not very comfortable, it was top-notch in being waterproof and stain-resistant, fitting the practical nature of the place well.

Continuously walking it on all the way to the large desk, no alarms sounded in my ears.

But Fu Qian believed this would not faze the attending doctor; the chances were high that his trespassing action was already known.

And this was undoubtedly an unfriendly move, even theoretically irrational.

Since creating the Black Box, he, the weakest player in the trio, had seized the opportunity to manually print a card for himself.

Thus, using the acquired brief window of opportunity, he could continue steering the situation and test the others’ methods and backgrounds.

Furthermore, there was a subtle advantage: the intensity of the tests could be multi-layered and controllable.

For example, the action of opening the door earlier.

Theoretically, if the other two did not have special detection means, the silently executed action should not impact the situation.

And if he concluded, confirming it was an absolute Black Box, he could restore everything and play other tricks afterward.

Equivalent to stealing a white wolf barehanded, gaining information for free.

Even if the result was not as expected and proved Servis was actually cheating, it was not irrevocable—since the director was unaware.

This was akin to two wolves having a glance in a Werewolf Game.

To the director, this information remained within the Black Box.

Perhaps looking more noble, but as analyzed earlier, the director was weak relative to Servis.

Now, more exposed, the attending doctor’s means were unfettered by any principles.

In such circumstances, the chance to confirm identities could be decisively used to relay kindness and establish a united front.

For instance, directly closing the door and then tacitly targeting the director together.

Even from a standpoint, this action was reasonable; don’t forget the director kept pulling from the outside.

To find someone to step on the landmine, it was intended to keep the intruders locked in the sanatorium, disallowing departure.

A definite task target’s obstacle.

In contrast, although Servis’s attitude was ambiguous, if the earlier conjecture was correct, he aimed to lure the director to open the safe.

And he was merely a pawn in the process, both sides coercively exerting pressure.

So, by merely assisting him to fulfill the wish, he would lose the value to stay here, leading to happiness for all.

A pity though, as some things looked beautiful but actually had unseen risks.

In the Black Box trio, he might seem the most relaxed but was indeed under the most pressure—don’t forget the Well of Time mentioned earlier.

If he closed the door and sat back, would Servis still dismiss these people?

From Servis’s perspective, the high possibility was silently accepting this kindness and observing subsequent behaviors.

After all, he just tacitly allowed the director to reach that degree, and suddenly making a big reversal wasn’t as if telling the other party he possibly possessed special circumstances?

Using means that exceeded logic.

Anyone with a bit of intelligence wouldn’t choose such behavior akin to self-exposure.

Because of the confidence in the attending doctor’s IQ, Fu Qian made a choice that might displease the latter.

Using such methods, he forced Servis to pull back the people.

Perhaps failing to release kindness successfully, he concealed his weakness.

In summary, this was the beauty of the trio.

Even a small variable could rapidly magnify due to the complexity of the game, resulting in the difficulty in controlling the situation increasing exponentially.

Crack—

Now, the variable increased further.

Looking out, confirming no one was hiding behind the desk to play hide-and-seek with him.

Fu Qian did not hesitate and directly opened the hidden compartment behind.

...

Keyhole, brass combination dial.

Still no alarms sounded, and Fu Qian, looking at the items behind the Dark Gate, indicated the validation of certain earlier guesses continued.

Sure enough, it was a safe with the same style as the VIP area.

Only speaking about the origin of the key in his hand, and even the situation the director faced, the imagined scenarios were becoming increasingly credible.

Was it really to hand the key to him, asking him to open it?

What frightening thing was inside?

Of course, pushing too far might also displease the attending doctor—Clack!

With a soft sound, Fu Qian had already inserted the prepared key, twisting it.

Without pushing further, what’s the Rhythm Master? Keep the party going.

Not to mention the attending doctor being so generous, not even setting a password.

Yes, outwardly flamboyant Lady Trish’s male companion, the safe had extra protection.

Yet, within this sanatorium’s core, Servis’s safe didn’t even need a turn of the combination dial; the key could directly twist it.

...

Such a clear invitation into the trap.

No password, and still the original key, almost qualifying as the simplest unlocking.

After smoothly turning a quarter circle, Fu Qian boldly pulled the safe door open.

Perhaps appeared unfriendly, completely showing no respect to the attending doctor.

But in Fu Qian’s view, this was an absolutely necessary action.

The trio was in full swing, requiring more chips.

The earlier proved his created Black Box held little significance to Servis.

This was quite dangerous.

That meant he subtly followed the director’s footsteps, being disadvantaged against Servis.

Not that nothing could be done.

After Insight into his intent, there was still a destructive card to threaten, disturbing his guidance towards the director.

But being passive was certain; lacking enough chips decreased returns from efforts, relying on the opponent’s moral standards.

Fu Qian was unwilling to exert such moral pressure on Servis—especially the seemingly upright spokesperson.

As the safe door swung open, the contents within already unfolded before him.

Even with dim light, there were none of those vulgar items like jewelry or gold inside.

That not too large space held only a thin notebook.

And a pen placed beside it.

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