Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2766: Chapter 2761: 13-Day Story (18)

What a coincidence.

Fu Qian indicated that he did indeed know a woman named Laxik.

The Recorder’s old man’s voice remained devoid of emotion, sounding even more rigid than during their earlier casual chat.

But it was precisely this mechanical voice that faintly confirmed that he no longer knew what he remembered, relying on his son to search and narrate.

”Following the footsteps of old acquaintances,” combined with its previous mentions, made it hard to believe it was purely coincidental.

At that moment, an image of a person with brown hair wearing a wide-brimmed hat naturally appeared in Fu Qian’s mind.

It was also one of the few tasks summarized not in textual form, but presented with real imagery.

That’s right, 2-205, Virtue.

This person was one of a group of young people seeking thrills during a good holiday.

Subsequent investigations into one tragedy after another revealed a character named Laxik, gradually unfolding her tragic fate.

A character seemingly trapped in a movie, repeatedly trying to escape, yet all efforts were in vain.

Ultimately, her existence completely collapsed, transforming into specks on a video tape, giving her a chance to escape.

Before being trapped in such desperation, she had even been here?

If this were true, the implications would be quite significant.

Is there a connection between this sanatorium and that old house... or between the containment object and the Nightmare Corridor?

Don’t forget the first time he returned from the Witch, breaking through the Nightmare Corridor with the warehouse’s help, it was proven that the ”Return Edict” obtained from that mission was also produced by the Nightmare Corridor.

Even from this point of view, the ”Virtue” task at the time also imposed capability limitations.

Including the initial scenes having a sense of déjà vu.

Previously, it was awakening trapped in the Iron Maiden; this time, bound to a chair, losing not only freedom but also sight...

Indeed, it spirals out of control.

”What did she do?”

Amid these thoughts, Fu Qian continued to ask.

Hmm...

This time the father-son duo seemed to encounter difficulties, silent for a moment.

”Her records were lost.”

After Fu Qian showed considerable patience, he finally received an answer, though it was far from satisfactory.

...

Lost? That explanation seemed rather dismissive.

Does it mean that besides the date and name, everything else is gone?

Faced with the Recorder’s old man’s answer, Fu Qian sighed inwardly, refraining from expressing dissatisfaction immediately.

Think positively; although it didn’t meet expectations, it seemed to evoke a sense of familiarity.

Based on his rich life experience, Fu Qian felt this atmosphere foreshadowed a pop-up for unlocking through payment to follow.

”Only a name? Nothing else?”

Yet, as a seasoned player, Fu Qian clearly wasn’t someone who could easily be coaxed into mindless charging.

With a slight eyebrow raise, he indicated the other party needed more sincerity, continuing to verify the goods.

”Why? Why was it lost?”

However, the response from the Recorder’s family was surprisingly intense, sounding even more agitated than a consumer being strung along.

In a stark change from the mechanical and rigid voice, the old man’s throat seemed to convey gnashing teeth, akin to losing a screw from a meticulously collected set of tools.

”Don’t be agitated; I can always check the first charge discounts first.”

Harmony breeds wealth; as a consumer, Fu Qian couldn’t help verbally soothing.

”Impossible, I definitely recorded it down!”

Unfortunately, the merchant was lost in his world, seemingly ignoring all ears.

”It’s you, surely you didn’t find it—could it be placed somewhere else?”

The next moment, the old man seemed to realize something, sternly questioning with unprecedented severity.

...

Sure enough, blame-shifting at work is unavoidable even between father and son.

Although theoretically only two sober individuals were in the room, and Fu Qian hadn’t been notably amiable,

he didn’t interpret the old man’s words as questioning himself.

If you’ve seriously done reading comprehension of the earlier lines, it’s easy to deduce the old man was shouting at his son.

The son who tragically passed at a young age, unearthed from layers of records like a ghost.

And with dim eyes, the old man decisively entrusted the young man to become the library’s search officer.

Even in the previous conversation, the old man praised him quite a bit.

”Don’t make excuses; this is the only possibility!”

And continuing to listen, it became clear that they were even arguing.

The Searcher felt his work was fine, and the records were simply missing.

But such excuse was clearly unacceptable to the old man, even if it was his beloved son.

”I find it myself? Is this your attitude? Just like when you went off to die?”

Further debate revealed the young man couldn’t stand this grievance, ready to throw in the towel.

Faced with such irresponsible behavior, the severe father was even more displeased.

The disappointment with his son was so heavy that it stirred old grievances.

”I’m sorry—I’ll come find it...”

Only momentarily maintaining composure, the old man’s momentum plummeted when confronted with this query.

Apologizing incessantly, his voice seemed to age decades in an instant.

So was it possibly suicide? This seemed to better explain the old man’s reaction.

In such a scenario, as an intelligence consumer, Fu Qian felt somewhat embarrassed.

It was as if his reluctance to recharge led to an internal conflict that overturned the shop.

Ahem—

Given the circumstances, he cleared his throat at that moment, deciding to somewhat engage.

”How about I look for it?”

...

”You look for it?”

You could tell the Recorder’s old man hesitated for a moment, then realized what Fu Qian was suggesting.

And that incredulous rhetorical question instantly reflected his attitude on this.

”Since it’s lost, there must be a place for it. What’s wrong with me looking for it?”

Not caring about the other’s indifference, Fu Qian sneered, his lips curling into a scarcely visible arch marking the end of three years.

”That’s absurd; it’s impossible—”

Not surprisingly, even briefly stunned, the old man quickly expressed that Fu Qian was talking nonsense.

”That’s irrelevant; just tell me if I find it, what kind of reward will you offer?”

Sadly, immediately interrupted, Fu Qian, always seated with his back turned, could no longer hide his momentum, only concerned with the offered price.