Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 422: Chapter 422: Servant’s Needle (15)_1

What perfect timing!

Accompanied by the familiar bright light, Fu Qian found himself reappearing in the interrogation room the next moment.

“Can you hear me speaking?”

Looking at the questioning Kelly and the nearby Brooke, Fu Qian nodded.

“It seems I don’t need to introduce myself, do I?”

His demeanor caught Kelly’s eye, and she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

“No need, Dr. Kelly Landa.”

Fu Qian even slowly repeated her full name.

“Your memory has finally become coherent this time.”

Kelly’s tone was quite gratifying.

“Did you find anything?”

“Well, I actually did.”

Fu Qian didn’t hide anything and recounted his experience in the museum.

“Are you trying to tell me that the source of this disaster isn’t some virus, but an invisible bug?”

Kelly’s smile faded as she listened, and Brooke slammed his pen onto the table.

“It’s just a possibility!”

Fu Qian’s tone was quite humble.

“Hard to believe?”

“You should be able to discern that yourself, right?”

Kelly’s face had completely cooled down by now.

“If this isn’t a prank, we might need to reassess your mental state.”

“But there’s one thing you did get right.”

The next moment, Kelly picked up the file bag, poured out several photos, and laid them in front of Fu Qian.

They were photos of several dessicated dead bodies.

“These were found in the museum, unfortunately, there were no survivors.”

“And one of the deceased, I believe you are familiar with.”

“Shen Yuan, I know,” said Fu Qian.

“Good, since that’s the case, I suppose you won’t deny that you went there together?”

“To be precise, she was my driver.”

“…So your colleague and driver entered the museum and was soon decapitated, while you wandered outside unharmed for a significant length of time?”

“This isn’t all the evidence you have, is it? Isn’t that a bit hasty?”

Fu Qian frowned as he looked at the two people opposite him.

“Still not admitting it, huh!”

Brooke slapped the table again.

“Although there’s no direct evidence, who else but you has the motive to do such a thing?”

“What motive? Let’s hear it.”

Fu Qian looked on curiously.

“Long-standing admiration for a colleague, spurned love turned to murder!”

The other almost blurted out.

My imagination ready to burst forth, Uncle, what exactly do you do in your free time besides work?

After showing a conflicted expression, Fu Qian’s attention shifted elsewhere.

“So what exactly are you investigating? Is it my killing a colleague, or is it my spreading the virus?”

“Moreover, the evidence you have is too insufficient, looking solely at this matter, indeed, I have a motive that cannot be completely denied, but if I’m not mistaken, didn’t a large-scale riot occur in Bee Monkey City? A group of people went insane, killing and maiming themselves?”

“Wouldn’t it make more sense to count it as one instance within the larger event?”

As he spoke, Fu Qian kept his eyes on the photos in front of him, indeed feeling perplexed.

Although time had rendered them somewhat unrecognizable, the attire and posture of the bodies matched his memory very well.

This was actually where the problem lay—could it be too much of a match?

If the assumption I just made is true, then that means the dilapidated world is the real one, which would imply that my interaction with Shen Yuan at most triggered an association after seeing the body; it shouldn’t be this vivid.

For a moment, Fu Qian began to further doubt his current situation.

Yes, since a while ago, he had suspected that this place might not be real either, but a special cognitive space.

The people and objects in front of him were all things he was trying to use to clarify his thoughts and explain everything with real methods.

This was also why, despite the events that looked very odd, the two individuals across from him categorically denied any supernatural factors.

This idea did indeed seem a bit mad, but Fu Qian wasn’t without basis for his thoughts.

Right now, in the palm of his left hand, there was a soft and squishy object wriggling, attempting to break free from the confinement of his grasp.

This was the transparent little insect he had left behind earlier.

After the test, he hadn’t thrown the creature away.

But when he realized the crying was gradually stopping, he directly clutched it in his palm.

This was undoubtedly a dangerous move, but it proved that the thing not only did not consume his flesh and blood, it even came along with him into this place.

What did this mean?

If he had been confined here all this time, how could something from the illusionary world have been brought here?

Fu Qian looked around, past Kelly and Brooke.

A completely enclosed structure, not a trace of the outside scene could be seen.

Or is it that—there is nothing outside?

“I understand, in fact, if it were just one incident, we could believe it was a coincidence, but combined with your medical records and this strange crime scene, it inevitably makes one think more.”

“I get that.”

Fu Qian nodded his head.

“And I think I’ve already given an explanation.”

“Your female colleague suddenly cut her own throat in front of you, and then everything around you suddenly turned to ruins, after which you discovered an open secret passage?”

“Do you think any of that story is credible?”

Kelly articulated each word as she repeated the content that Fu Qian had told her earlier.

“Well said, in fact, I also find it unbelievable.”

Unexpectedly, Fu Qian actually agreed with her suspicion.

“Which is why I need to summarize, collate, and compare to confirm which memories are real.”

“Tell me the current time, how long has it been since the accident?”

Fu Qian’s eyes bore into Kelly.

Perhaps intimidated by Fu Qian’s composed demeanor, Brooke, surprisingly, didn’t curse as she usually would.

“It’s been less than a month since the accident, we found you a week after it happened.”

“Are there no survivors in Bee Monkey City?”

“None, we simply don’t know how that thing spreads. It was already too late when the warning was issued.”

Kelly’s tone was extremely certain.

“No wonder you’re so interested in me, a mental patient.”

Fu Qian nodded slightly.

If this place represents the reliable part of my memory, then the timeline should still be accurate, right?

It’s a month after the accident now?

“Mr. Fu, our assessment of your mental state is complete.”

Just then, Kelly’s tone suddenly changed.

“Overall, despite some instability, you do possess basic logical abilities and can communicate relatively normally.”

“Next, we hope that you can truly assist us.”

“An assessment? So what we did before doesn’t count?”

Looking at Kelly, who had suddenly changed her stance, Fu Qian, understanding her meaning, pointed to the photos on the table.

“Since the person is already dead, arranging for you to investigate the museum was to confirm you would truly act according to our instructions.”

At this point, Brooke also changed her previous irascibility, speaking with a particularly cold tone.

“I understand, go ahead and tell me your plan.”

Fu Qian played with the insect in his hand covertly, curious about what their true plan was.