Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 549: Chapter 549: Beauty (Six)_1 Chapter 549: Chapter 549: Beauty (Six)_1 How interesting!

As Kagetsu Kana walked calmly towards the bathroom, Fu Qian fell into thought for a moment.

This task, purely in terms of difficulty, did not seem hard.

He just needed to ensure that nothing untoward happened to Kagetsu Kana, then check the specific content of the project plan and methodically complete the tests—that would be all, though it might take some time.

It was quite in line with the difficulty of a Level 3 item, the sincerity of the warehouse was perfectly demonstrated.

However, what piqued Fu Qian’s curiosity was that scene just now.

Although her mental state was different from the norm, there was no doubt that she was a plain mortal.

At the same time, that scene of resurrection was equally real.

The contradiction behind such an event was quite intriguing and warranted further investigation.

Should he also set up a project?

In the midst of his contemplation, Kagetsu Kana, a mere mortal, showed an astonishing sensitivity to other people’s gazes.

Before opening the bathroom door, she glanced back, revealing an icy and bewitching smile as if to say, “Caught you.”

She appeared completely at ease with her naked body exposed in full view.

“Hurry up, the rest is up to you,” she said.

Unfortunately for her, she was faced with Fu Qian, who was shamelessly sizing her up while casually gesturing towards the kitchen.

Fu Qian had never had much interest in exotic foods, but he respected the explorative nature of others.

And it seemed that she was not so resistant to Darcy’s unique dietary preferences.

“Mm… I’ll be ready in a moment.”

The ungentlemanly reminder from Fu Qian surprised Kagetsu Kana.

Without any sign of refusal, she responded and went into the bathroom.

In fact, she exhibited a notably good sense of punctuality, emerging in less than ten minutes, wearing a bath towel.

All the bloodstains had been washed away, even the wounds on her thighs were neatly bandaged.

Without needing a reminder, she greeted Fu Qian and immediately started to busily work in the kitchen.

…

“You’ve dealt with it very cleanly!”

Having entered her chef mode, Kagetsu Kana was noticeably more talkative, even excitedly exclaiming about the ingredients in the kitchen.

“Just by looking at the way the ingredients have been prepared, I can tell that Mr. Darcy’s cooking must be excellent.”

“Wait, this looks like—”

Before she could finish her praise, Kagetsu Kana seemed to discover something, and her voice stopped abruptly.

It appeared she indeed spent quite a bit of time in the kitchen.

Fu Qian remained seated with a look of approval, not planning to offer any explanation.

If she could distinguish the difference so quickly, it meant Kagetsu Kana was truly skilled in cooking, as there isn’t much difference in appearance between human lungs and those of certain animals.

Especially pig lungs, which would be hard to differentiate unless you were an experienced chef.

Er… not that most veteran chefs have seen human lungs.

In any case, Kagetsu Kana clearly noticed something unusual about the ingredients, and given the previous conversation, she probably guessed the answer.

Fu Qian was quite eager to see her reaction.

“The ingredients are very fresh, a simple preparation should taste quite nice,” she remarked after a moment, her face brighter with a smile.

Far from pointing out the anomaly, she even seemed ready to try a flavor she had never encountered before—she was indeed very curious.

In the face of this situation, Fu Qian said nothing more, merely nodding and making a gesture to signal to her to go ahead as she pleased.

Of course, she couldn’t possibly know the origin of the ingredients she intended to taste.

After all, these things were clearly no longer useful, and considering her current condition, it was obvious he couldn’t cut her open and stuff them back in.

Speaking of which, consuming them, would that be considered as some sort of peculiar cycle of returning to the original source? One wonders if it might have an effect similar to the old saying, “You are what you eat.”

…

Perhaps mindful of the time, Kagetsu Kana moved with considerable efficiency.

In less than half an hour, she had all three dishes arranged on plates and served.

And while it’s often said that chefs have little appetite, she was brimming with interest—almost shining eyes.

“Sorry, Mr. Darcy, did I keep you waiting?”

She invited Fu Qian to sit down with some impatience.

“Can we eat now?”

“Yes, after all, our other guest has arrived.”

Fu Qian responded naturally, though his gaze was fixed outside the window.

It turned out that Kagetsu Kana wasn’t the only one who could be efficient in her moves.

“Another guest?”

Kagetsu Kana, just seated, finally grasped what Fu Qian had said, and couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.

She was clearly shocked to find she wasn’t the only guest, her eyes instinctively following Fu Qian’s gaze.

Think before you ask questions. In this dinner, you were meant to be part of the meal.

Fu Qian glanced at her.

The door not far away had been pulled open from the outside, and a figure entered, her face as cold as frost.

She looked quite young, not yet thirty, with a petite frame dressed in tight-fitting clothes that allowed her to move with cat-like grace.

“Mr. Darcy Crawford.”

She moved without hesitation, heading straight for the dining table, her eyes locked on Fu Qian as she called out his full name.

“You sure are vigilant, to be able to detect my presence so quickly!”

“I am very sensitive to human scent.”

Fu Qian answered the unfriendly policewoman with a double entendre.

…

“Besides, that doesn’t seem to be the crux of the issue. You entered my house uninvited, and you better have an explanation or I won’t hesitate to call the police.”

Fu Qian threatened firmly.

“Why am I here?”

The policewoman looked around with an even colder tone.

“Simple, I suspect you’re involved in several disappearances, suspected of murder, Mr. Darcy.”

She didn’t want to beat around the bush, stating it straight out.

“So you’re a cop?”

Faced with such a severe accusation, Fu Qian remained calm as he retorted.

“Is there any point in playing dumb?”

The unwelcome guest scoffed, glaring maliciously at Fu Qian.

“After watching you for so long, I can’t believe you don’t recognize me.”

“Suzune, the Night Watchman.”

“My apologies, but as I recall, incidents not related to Transcendent powers are not within the jurisdiction of the Night Watchman, right?”

Fu Qian raised an eyebrow as he challenged.

From the get-go, he knew this policewoman was a Transcendent, probably around the Eighth Phase.

It seemed she had discovered some of his alleged crimes and was prepared to take justice into her own hands.

“So even if the accusation is murder, shouldn’t it be the police who act? I remember that being quite clear.”

“You’re right, and that’s actually why you’ve managed to roam free until now.”

Suzune laughed coldly.

“Unfortunately, there’s something you don’t know… Kagetsu Kana took part in the Miracle Elixir trial. Until it’s officially confirmed as ineffective, anything related to her falls under our jurisdiction.”