Chapter 2806: Chapter 2801: Thirteen Tales (Fifty-eight)

No wonder everyone says the heavenly secrets cannot be divulged, the precursor’s strategy of only observing its form without delving deeply is indeed wise.

At that moment, Fu Qian instinctively sketched out the logic behind a certain phrase, and thereby seemed to once again feel the diversity of humanity.

Of course, he was aware of Lady Trish’s chronic illness, knowing it even more clearly than the person involved.

As for the lover of the person involved, it’s almost certain it was the one whose clothes had been taken by him.

After all, while Lady Trish might be quite charming, there were probably few places in the asylum that housed a place for fainting women.

It seemed that after her chat with himself, Lady Trish could no longer bear solitude and went to visit her lover.

However, she was greeted by a peculiar scene—her lover was absent, and instead, there was a woman lying there in a faint.

Faced with such a scene, she did not scream for help, nor did she awaken Lady Black House.

Instead, she directly lay down on the bed beside and quietly observed this abruptly appearing woman.

Perhaps she imagined her relationship with her own lover?

Consequently, amidst such free-flowing thoughts, Lady Trish felt certain primitive impulses, confirming that desire was not entirely dried up.

In short, there was indeed a lively sense of perversion, as if observing the pulsating humanity.

But this is not the main point; the main point is, this phrase written by the precursor was once again retained, proving it had gained the Truth Note’s approval.

Connecting with the previous content, it seemed that the originally mysterious and solemn Extraordinary Treasure was almost turned into a vivid "Magic Mountain Ode" by him, depicting the local customs of this place.

More importantly, these customs were all ones he had encountered.

Indeed, the precursor’s work seems like prose, but so far, it strictly follows a principle—these are all people he has seen.

Surely not just barging in, nor was he acting impulsively; he always had his own approach.

For example, while proving the prophecy ability, he attempts an alternative conversation with intruders in this manner.

"Trish’s issues are far more serious than they appear; in a sense, the previous disturbances even helped her."

Unfortunately, someone apparently didn’t want the precursor to steal the show.

Before Fu Qian could comment further, Servis who had been watching flowers bloom and fall, commented on what the precursor just wrote before Fu Qian.

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Was he indeed very clear about Mr. Mo Sr.’s matters?

Fu Qian never neglected the presence of the attending physician, after all, it was always referred to as a trio affair.

And the content Servis mentioned was undoubtedly quite abundant in information.

Lady Trish was a case he was particularly interested in, which was known before.

About Mr. Mo Sr.’s matters, it turned out as predicted, Servis was fully aware.

For years, he tolerated the former landlord’s nostalgic lingerings, reckoning the stolen food alone was not a little.

Moreover, even the shadow it cast on Lady Trish was clear in his mind.

In his view, the fear arising from perceived things was not necessarily a bad thing for Lady Trish; otherwise, the situation might worsen.

Considering his respect for professionals, Fu Qian did not doubt this saying much.

It can only be said that beneath the calm surface of the asylum, there was indeed chaos lurking in the shadows.

As for Servis’s sudden interjection, Fu Qian did not interpret it as him worrying about being won over by the precursor, hence actively supplying information to curry favor.

It was originally a clear-cut interest relationship, with the precursor overhearing a prior conspiracy, removing even the necessity to maintain superficial politeness.

This act was rather a display of power than concern.

This directly reflected the control of the asylum authority to the intruder for its own evaluation.

In such a bizarre scene, it was indeed an appropriate response.

Let you play tricks incessantly; I’ll stabilizing like the Sea-Calming Divine Needle, letting weight speak.

"Indeed, having a solace is better, no matter the type."

Not only did he admire but also agree, at that moment Fu Qian indicated the attending physician’s words were reasonable.

But that was all, for he hadn’t forgotten it was now the precursor’s performance, quickly falling silent to watch closely, anticipating the upcoming Ink Treasure.

Including Servis who also slightly nodded, mimicking his actions.

In general, at that moment, the atmosphere was strange; without knowing the true relationship between the three, one might mistakenly assume it was a seminar.

The precursor, being the center of attention, undoubtedly bore the greatest pressure.

[After three days of sleep, Mo Song finally awoke from his dream]

Fortunately, the person involved showed commendable pressure-handling capability, not a tremor in the pen as he continued writing the fifth sentence.

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Interesting, the attending physician didn’t mention Mr. Mo’s name.

At that moment, the air was very still, yet Fu Qian seemed to sense the fervor within it.

Mo Song was precisely Mr. Mo Sr.’s name, which the latter specially told him before departure.

Considering that what the precursor wrote were mainly concerning people he had contacted, it was clear he referred to him, that’s for sure.

But here lies a small issue, as quite a secretive role theoretically, how did the precursor know his name?

Was he a complete observer of his interaction with Lady Trish?

According to Servis’s description, it seems it shouldn’t have been like that.

But if he hadn’t observed, this name seems hard to explain—seen in the prophecy?

A certain answer naturally surfaced, making it hard to discard.

It can only be said that indeed there was a plan all along, following minor maneuvers, the precursor fiercely played a move hidden within details through the Demon.

Simultaneously setting two people in place.

Though unlike Servis facing the impact directly, to Fu Qian, there seemed to be an additional Demon in the details—why was it three days?

After leaving Lady Trish’s side, theoretically the only Well of Time outbreak was back when Wayne Falter pushed time roughly two days forward.

Even if Mr. Mo Sr. fell asleep immediately after greeting him, how does this extra day come about?

Simple, it fell into the well again.

Indeed, the Truth Note wasn’t the Sea-Calming Divine Needle, judgment day approacheed at least one more day amidst the banter.

"Please."

Nonetheless, one always thinks positively; the range of influence of this sense of crisis was not large.

At least the other two in the office did not show signs of anxiety as a result.

Thus, after a flurry of writing, at that moment the precursor handed the pen directly to Fu Qian, signaling him to write two sentences.

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