Chapter 2132: Chapter 2127: Confinement (Part 1)

Indeed, words cannot be spoken carelessly. Is this what they call the legendary prophecy coming true?

The sudden mutation, yet the content seems so familiar.

Instantly realizing what happened, Fu Qian sighed inwardly at that moment.

The situation is quite simple: after completing the first task of the week, the warehouse did not wait for the Administrator to return to work?

As a result, under the condition of full attendance for the remaining days, people were directly pulled to work.

It even seems like a big job.

1-008, it’s hard to say if there is any targeting of such a passive attitude.

Very reasonable, Fu Qian didn’t have any objections to this.

If such a situation leads to inaction, would this trip be not at least half in vain?

That’s right, the main purpose of coming all the way here is certainly to bring the hardworking Pontiff for tea.

But Fu Qian had never forgotten the other important significance of this place—his former address for receiving letters.

As of now this week, Fu Qian has only completed one task during the commute, and counting time, it’s about right.

Therefore, Fu Qian was quite curious whether the warehouse would forcefully schedule again, just like the anonymous letters mentioned earlier.

Thinking about it now, it’s indeed a fascinating way.

Therefore, during the tea-drinking process, Fu Qian actually kept expecting whether Mrs. Harper would take out another letter in some special way.

The fact proved that the warehouse not only didn’t disappoint, even in a nutshell, a work notification was still delivered, and the delivery method’s level of compulsion was even higher.

Previously, the letters came subtly, even explicitly stating that they could be abandoned without leading to any negative effects.

However, the current situation is evidently more like the midnight compulsory work triggered by a "Re-Assignment."

Let’s not talk about abandoning; there’s even no confirmation process to start the task.

[Current SAN Points 149]

[Select the Skill you want to carry]

Amid silent contemplation, a seemingly comforting prompt appeared—at least not entering with a blank slate.

And indeed, the last situation is not an exception, the selection object for the Skill is still only one—the Abandonment King.

[Due to load restrictions, you cannot carry any extra items]

[Due to load restrictions, most damage will no longer be repaired upon task completion]

The other two benefits reductions also arrived as expected.

...

Looking a lot more spirited, is the warehouse’s state restored, or is it due to some other reason?

Fu Qian did not mind, casually selecting the Skill, but in his heart pondering the cause of such a situation.

Clearly hidden theoretically deeper than last time, yet not only found but directly dragged people out, demonstrating dominance.

Frankly, if truly restored some, it would be reasonably acceptable.

Although acting bold sometimes, as the latest Administrator, the dozens of items successfully contained surely have some significance to the warehouse.

Of course, everyone is making it out there, Fu Qian never expected appreciation value like emotional gratitude, but has always been looking forward to the changes happening in the warehouse.

So, is this considered a change?

Hard to determine for now, but comparatively, one point is more worth noting—after completing the task, will he directly return for tea like last time, or appear in the warehouse for the reward?

If it’s the latter, the implications would be vast.

Not only can attempt to grab something from inside, but also curious about directly claiming the Messenger will allow commuting between the warehouse.

[...8%...13%...21%...34%...55%...89%...100%, containment scene loading completed]

Amid beautiful visions of the future, the numbered one task has officially started.

[Walk a section, find a door, then choose to open or not to open, can almost describe most people’s life.

Even for mediocre people, this model is too complicated, because they neither have the ability to actively find the door nor the opportunity to make choices.

Luckily, you seem not to be amongst them.

One day in adulthood, you come from afar without reluctance, choosing to find peace here, this is your second week of arrival.

For the scenery seen after pushing the door open, you are not very satisfied, but confirm to maintain your original intention to continue.

Meanwhile, your partner is not a good role model.

He is too old, causing everything to be slow while seeming to have no experience to share.

On the contrary, he deeply feels knowing nothing about young people like you.

Happy hunting]

...

Oh? There’s even a partner directly allocated at the start this time?

And finally offering blessings, the treatment can be described as rare.

Although according to the task introduction saying, the partner seems not too reliable, but that’s unimportant detail.

After all, in past work experiences, the reliability proportion of team members is not high as well.

No major opinion on the task introduction while Fu Qian’s five senses quickly recover, and foremost is the numbness from the neck and shoulders.

Oh?

This body sensation made him not rush to move, only slowly opened his eyelids.

A plaster material ceiling stands high from the ground, aside from a few diamond dark patterns, there are no other decorations.

Though it should have been some years for dust to settle, it is still illuminated pale by a slender fluorescent tube.

And when Fu Qian shifted his gaze to the light source, he encountered an obstruction.

A hanging transparent glass bottle blocks there, successfully bending the latter’s image into an arc.

This familiar déjà vu...

Opening eyes to see such a scene tends to easily remind one of experiences of fever and drip medication as a child.

Believe many have stared at such a scene to first realize they are not very patient.

Though for Fu Qian, simultaneously recalling an even fresher memory—the beginning of his warehouse Administrator career.

Once upon a time, he opened his eyes too, staring at a hanging bottle.

Certainly, comparatively, this time looks much cleaner.

Neither oil stains nor red liquid infused—though red liquid has flowed out.

Along the soft tube downwards, Fu Qian promptly noticed the trace of crimson at the endpoint, plunging into the back of his left hand.

Is this really a replay of yesterday?

Not transfusing blood but replenishing it, Fu Qian could easily confirm this according to the leftover drug fluid.

However, the mere scene in front had déjà vu intensity reaching a terrifying level, although lacking the cordial inquiry "Are you awake"—

"What time is it?"

Amid reminiscence, a nearby sound appeared extremely to the point, sounding lazy and soft.

Certainly not the old grandfather doctor.

Fu Qian turned his head, looking at the figure lifting from the mattress—Nurse?

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