Chapter 1799: Chapter 1794: Vulgar Fear (7)

Stripped the administrator of the supernatural, making a real supernatural instead?

This nature is already more exaggerated than tying your own hands and feet, isn’t it?

Of course, being sarcastic is one thing, Fu Qian wouldn’t really take this as the warehouse’s sick sense of humor.

According to past experience, every time the warehouse adds restraints, there’s often an unspeakable reason behind it.

As they say, it’s actually for your own good.

So what Fu Qian is curious about is, if the warehouse truly deserves this benevolent conjecture of his, what kind of power is behind it this time that it can exert such an influence?

Unknown.

This is obviously the hidden subject of this operation, and currently, there’s no answer. It’s best to carry on with questions in mind.

"There really is one!"

Fu Qian had not been alone in the darkness for long when Fierce Man’s exclamation came from behind, proving that he too could see the abnormal "talent."

Then came the continuous sound of opening doors; Butters and another person almost simultaneously got out and stood beside him.

"It’s actually true... weird, even though it’s separated by such a thick wall, it doesn’t hinder me from seeing it, or even hearing it..."

And Fierce Man’s amazement hadn’t even ended, as he muttered to himself staring at the corner of that building, you could feel the increasing excitement inside.

Ironclad protection also has its downsides.

Regarding this reaction, Fu Qian could only sigh inwardly.

It was very apparent that it was precisely because of being protected too well that most ordinary people avoided suffering, while simultaneously lacking awareness of the terrifying side of the supernatural.

Such eerie things, the first reaction of someone from the Supernatural Realm maybe wouldn’t be to deny its potential value, but they’d definitely first try to handle the voices in their head, to avoid mental influence.

Of course, as much as it’s said, even as a professional, Fu Qian doesn’t have an immediate way to handle it this time.

"Oh, so what did you hear?"

Sighing, Fu Qian still maintained his posture without turning his head, casually asking.

...

"Can’t hear clearly, it’s like someone is talking, but no matter what, I can’t hear it clearly."

The next moment, the one answering the question was the action organizer, Butters.

"It was exactly the same when I first discovered it, and even when I went back afterwards to recall, I couldn’t get any information."

It was clear to hear that for this miraculous recurrence, he couldn’t hide his excitement either.

"Didn’t fool you, did I? It’s even earlier than the time I encountered it last."

In the next moment, Butters looked proudly at the two team members, especially Fierce Man.

"What are we waiting for then."

And the latter’s reaction was quite a reversal, without any more questions, he turned back to the car, pulling out a crowbar that was quite handy.

"You don’t need that either."

Admittedly, the portable door-opening tool in Fierce Man’s hand matched his temperament quite well, but Fu Qian glanced at it, once again signaling there was no need to bother.

In this short time, he had already roughly confirmed the condition of the door lock, it should still be technically breakable.

And after speaking, he didn’t even wait for Fierce Man to respond, Fu Qian already walked up and stood before the nearest side door.

...

Correctly completing all the scripts.

As mentioned before, this containment condition seems open to multiple interpretations.

And up to now, it remains unclear what "correct" truly refers to.

But in any case, considering Butters was the protagonist of the previous script, temporarily following his plan while ensuring his survival when necessary seems a reasonable choice.

"Where is the party taking place?"

Without any delay, as the surprised Butters and the other person were catching up, Fu Qian had already inserted an iron wire taken from the car into the lock hole.

And while operating, he asked casually.

"Ah? You’re interested?"

This time, however, Fierce Man was surprised first.

It was clear he wasn’t particularly convinced by "Mr. Wolf," although he didn’t compete to be first, his hand still held onto the crowbar.

Was it before the party, indeed?

"So you’re interested?"

Instantly gathering the information he wanted, Fu Qian maintained an emotionless tone in response.

If memory serves, Fierce Man wasn’t seen at the party.

"It’s hard to say, it’s all kids’ stuff, but it’s nice to have a place to drink."

And Fierce Man snorted, seemingly not particularly against it.

"So you haven’t opened it? Why not let me do it."

And the next moment, he impatiently showcased the crowbar in his hand.

"How could I, I just wanted to see if anyone would come out first from inside."

Shaking his head, Fu Qian gave a push to the door in front of him.

Accompanied by a slightly harsh friction sound, the door stopped midway as if blocked by a raised floorboard.

...

Already opened, confirming the commotion inside?

At that moment, Butters and the other person instinctively gazed at the wire in Fu Qian’s hand.

It was clear that "Mr. Wolf’s" professionalism had once again broadened their understanding.

"The sound seems louder."

Fu Qian, however, was indifferent, putting away the wire and sharing his feeling.

Although it was a voice directly appearing in his consciousness, it actually felt like it was coming from the building, becoming louder as the door opened—yet still indistinct.

But it doesn’t matter; the effect remains excellent.

Although at first glance, the darkness inside the house was deeper than outside, after a brief daze, Fierce Man didn’t utter another word, hurriedly rushing in with the crowbar.

Thankfully, in his hurried breathing, he hadn’t forgotten to turn on the lighting equipment.

"We need to hurry; otherwise, that thing might disappear soon."

In contrast, Butters looked somewhat calmer, watching Fierce Man rush out, he gave a somewhat feeble reason to himself.

And without waiting for Fu Qian’s comment, he was already quick to follow.

After opening the door, being left behind immediately, Fu Qian wasn’t discontent, even understanding their performance.

Because he could clearly feel that as the voice in his head grew louder, a certain craving strengthened, making people impatiently want to rush towards that flashing object almost touching the ceiling.

Classic mental influence.

While he might suppress it with willpower, it’s undoubtedly too difficult for the two ordinary individuals.

Fierce Man had the only lighting device, watching them bypass a folded ladder one after another, disappearing behind another door, letting his eyes adapt a bit more to the darkness, Fu Qian swiftly followed.

Even so, without a door lock blocking, the two ahead moved unbelievably fast.

By the time Fu Qian reached that room locked from outside, he saw—a figure standing there.

Butters was holding a lamp in his left hand and a crowbar in his right, while Fierce Man had vanished without a trace.

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