Chapter 2778: Chapter 2773: Thirteen Days’ Tales (30)

Darkness followed by light, it’s just a matter of a single thought.

If the previous time transition felt somewhat subtle like the silent nourishment of nature, this time it’s blatantly obvious.

Originally, with the night so deep it showed no signs of dawn, but now it’s already broad daylight.

Gazing at the impeccably clear sky, feeling the warmth of the sun, Fu Qian remarked that the driving conditions were indeed excellent.

It turns out the staff wasn’t reliable, quickly resolving the issue of no cars at night.

When confirming that the customers at the healing center were each like a minefield, Fu Qian actually considered the staff’s issues.

After all, even the chief physician looked somewhat abstract, that uniform alone really made it hard to trust.

Fortunately, the first night guard they encountered seemed very professional, giving a sense that their reliability exceeded normal levels.

But unfortunately, this data quickly took a nosedive.

After casually chatting for a bit, even the thick eyebrows and big eyes revealed an unknown side.

On the surface, the guard at the healing center, strict and impartial, with a calm mind.

Actually, he couldn’t stand the evil deeds of the chief physician and had silently resolved to bring down this secret hand, only waiting for the right opportunity.

And now the opportunity has come, he discovered a destined player, a character likely to expose the truth to the world...

So smooth, as if even being directly involved, one could feel the excitement within.

Moreover, delivering oneself directly coordinates perfectly with the mission objective.

In contrast, sacrificing merely half a day’s time seems rather insignificant.

"The timing is just right."

Even the night guard seemed very pleased with this point.

He too glanced at the sky and motioned for Fu Qian to quicken his pace, bypassing a small dry pond, walking along the stone wall on the side.

Clearly, he didn’t think there was anything wrong with this alternation between light and dark, everything under control.

Additionally, considering that night had ended long ago, it seemed inappropriate to continue calling him a night guard.

In the sunlight, Fu Qian noticed a somewhat round face that didn’t appear too resolute.

Short strands of hair clung tightly to the scalp, with eyes holding little spirit, quite matching the feeling of having stayed up all night.

...

"The train will arrive at three quarters past eleven, with enough stopping time. The only thing to consider is how to get on without being noticed."

Wayne Falter seemed unaware of being commented on, simply leading the way ahead while introducing the plan.

It can only be said that he is indeed a professional, with the chosen route being quite clever.

Neither looking sneaky nor almost entirely obscuring observation angles.

"Won’t they be late?"

The situation seemed increasingly reliable.

So much so that Fu Qian followed closely all the way, with a rather relaxed posture.

Not even in a hurry to worry about the infiltration plan, initially curious about the traditional pain points of public transport instead.

"Relax, they are never late, they will appear at that moment."

Wayne Falter appeared very confident in this, almost instantly shaking his head.

"On the contrary, it’s often chaos at the healing center side, delaying matters."

Oh? The situation appeared more and more optimistic.

Initially just seemed like ordinary complaints, but for Fu Qian, the perception was different.

In fact, according to past experiences, chaos should instead be the normal phenomenon here.

Dates occasionally collapsing and jumping, the actual time for activities is far less than it appears, being overwhelmed is natural.

For instance, suddenly brightening during this moment, the entire process just in the blink of an eye, it’s hard to imagine how much preparation time is left for the daily supplies the healing center needs to send out via the train.

Considering the precise "biological clock" within the members, they should be busy by now.

From this point it again seems to prove the earlier assumptions, the triggering of the Well of Time isn’t necessarily linked with intruders.

A group of people naturally flares up now and then, only the catfish effect of intruders tends to lead to more concentrated outbreaks.

This is not good news.

That means even if one is extremely kind and careful to consider everyone’s feelings, not letting their inner "darkness" have a chance to flare up, still facing the threat of the Well of Time,

at most the degree is slightly less.

"That’s not easy, punctuality is a virtue."

Fu Qian glanced back at the still quiet healing center, casually complimenting.

Apart from the above insights, there’s another easily overlooked point—that is, why is the outside train always so punctual?

Actually, this is good news because the answer is simple—the train never encountered the Well of Time, the outside world is functioning normally.

Yes, inside and outside are different.

The issue Wayne Falter complains about seems just like a matter of professional ethics, but actually reflects the difference between two worlds.

Why is it good news?

It means as long as one boards the train, the likelihood of achieving the containment goal increases greatly.

"Why do I feel... you seem not so eager?"

Unfortunately, even with such politeness, it seemed to alert Wayne Falter.

Facing Fu Qian as if on a spring outing, his pace slowed slightly, and he spoke slowly.

"Why say that?"

Fu Qian still didn’t rush, just curiously looked at him.

"This place has kept you captive for more than forty days, entirely losing your freedom, treated as a mental patient... Normally, you should be eager to escape."

Fu Qian’s innocent gaze made Wayne Falter seem like he was overreacting, but he still hesitantly voiced his opinion.

"How could it be? Everyone here is interesting, speaks well, I absolutely love chatting with everybody."

However, Fu Qian was the one who appeared surprised first, as if saying how could you think that? He praised the cultural atmosphere here.

"After the initial life rhythm slowed down, I even felt like I awakened a new self during this process, didn’t you notice?"

...

That wasn’t slowing down, you were being bound and unable to move.

Wayne Falter looked as if he couldn’t resist complaining, but quickly realized that the scheme this time was grand, deeply inhaling.

"Noticed, you are indeed different from the first day, I can even smell the rot emanating from you."

Assessing Fu Qian critically, his evaluation was undoubtedly pointed.

"But that is also why I believe you have the ability to take on Servis... Hatred is the best motivator, you won’t forget the person who made you rot—unless you tell me now you don’t want to leave."

The final sentence was profoundly meaningful, seemingly confirming if Fu Qian’s determination would lead his preparations to fail.

"How could it be? Let’s distinguish one thing from another, go for it."

Fu Qian’s response was reassuring, waving to indicate an iron resolve in his heart.

Hmm...

Staring hard at Fu Qian for ten seconds, Wayne Falter finally shifted his gaze, focusing on the distance.

From this position, one could clearly see the dramatically sloped rails.

Though it seemed close to noon, there was still no movement visible on them.

"I remembered—"

While Fu Qian was observing, Wayne Falter suddenly slapped his head, like realizing something.

"The train runs every two days, only appearing on odd-numbered dates!"

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