661: Old Path (21)_1 661: Old Path (21)_1 “Still thinking of testing the waters despite being in such a state, truly incorrigible.”
Fu Qian did not feel that Fran, now possessed by Laxik, cared much about the truth behind the missing cases at this moment.
When he asked if she wanted to go find the bodies, it was more likely that she just wanted to see his reaction.
But, just like she was trying to probe into his secrets, didn’t he also want to test hers?
For him, the significance of all these missing cases was to inform him about who Laxik was.
The next task was to learn from this person’s experiences to the greatest extent and to do what they had never managed to do.
And a soul remnant without self-awareness obviously couldn’t hold a direct conversation.
But no worries, there are many ways to communicate.
…
Fu Qian’s straightforward refusal granted him a quietness that lasted a good ten minutes.
And without surprise, the fierce expression on Fran’s face flickered away once again.
Desperate to Transcend the cycle of reincarnation, her instinctual extreme aversion to the unknown was evident, and to her, he was precisely an unexpected variable she had never encountered.
Fu Qian chose to ignore it outright.
And when the quiet ended, the two of them were already in Chief Jones’ yard.
To everyone’s surprise, despite the series of events, Jones was very unprofessionally not working overtime and had returned home early.
And his wife, Mrs. Mary, clearly had a good impression of Fran, immediately coming out to greet her.
“I thought you would choose to spend the night in the car.”
Fran did not hurry to get out of the car but gave Fu Qian a glance.
“I’m not that close with Kateman, theoretically, I could be kicked out too.”
Fu Qian responded casually.
“Plus, compared to wandering around, the Chief would probably prefer me to be under his watchful eye.”
Without waiting for Fran to say anything more, Fu Qian had already opened the door and got out.
Fran Laxik helplessly followed suit.
Mrs. Mary was already approaching with a face full of concern.
They were warmly invited into the house, was it already getting dark?
On the sofa, Jones was sitting with his back to them, casually watching TV, the scene unchanged from the previous day’s banquet.
Only this time, there were three fewer guests.
“Any discoveries?”
It wasn’t until Fu Qian and she sat down, and Mrs. Mary went to arrange something for them to eat, that Jones finally turned around and asked slowly.
“We didn’t find Jessica.”
Fran shook her head, her answer somewhat despondent.
She didn’t say much, seemingly not wanting Jones to know about her unusual changes.
“But there was an unexpected finding.”
Unexpectedly, Fu Qian next to her suddenly spoke up.
“Oh? What finding?”
Jones’ eyes narrowed slightly, he undoubtedly would not ignore anything Fu Qian said.
Noticing Fran’s expression becoming serious, Fu Qian chuckled to himself.
“Minor issue, we found that Lei seems to have some bad habits.”
“What—”
This time it was Mrs. Mary who couldn’t help exclaiming, not expecting Fu Qian to suddenly bring up her nephew.
“I found that he seems to carry around some special drugs.”
Fu Qian, the center of attention, did not keep them in suspense and said it outright.
Ah!
Amidst gasps, Mrs. Mary’s soup pot tilted to one side, spilling milky white fish soup all over the ground.
“Isn’t that fairly normal for young people?”
However, Chief Jones was not fazed, his expression even somewhat disappointed.
“That’s true, the youth nowadays are all degenerate.”
As Fu Qian rambled, he stepped forward to pick up the pot and handed it back to Mrs. Mary.
And Lei, the usually amiable aunt, now looked worried.
As for her, Fu Qian had nothing to complain about.