Eldritch Horror Theatre

Who said large organizations were inefficient? Their speed was honestly impressive.

The reason he had cooperated so willingly with the ambush was that Fu Qian knew exactly who was waiting behind the door—his recent acquaintance, Sawada.

At most two hours had passed since he left the Anjing Building. Yet this guy had already managed to sneak in, lie in wait, and even bring an accomplice?

Wasn't he trying a little too hard?

For a moment, Fu Qian genuinely wondered how the man's KPIs were calculated.

Almost immediately, the freezing liquid inside the syringe had been injected into his neck.

Judging from the sensation that followed, the syringe likely contained a powerful anesthetic—enough to take down an elephant, at the very least.

Unfortunately, with Fu Qian's current constitution, that much drug couldn't even make him blink.

Still, since he had gone through the trouble of luring them out, how could he not play along?

In the darkness, Fu Qian slowly collapsed with perfect form. Immediately after, he was grabbed and stuffed into a sack.

"Aren't you being a bit overly cautious, Sawada?"

Laughter soon followed from an unfamiliar man.

"Did we really need both of us to deal with trash like this?"

"There's no harm in being careful."

This time, the speaker was Sawada.

"I'm not mistaken; there's definitely something different about this guy. And don't use my name here."

"Got it, got it. Just don't forget the promised reward."

The unfamiliar man chuckled, but cooperatively fell silent.

...

Some time later, Fu Qian opened his eyes, "waking up," and took in his surroundings.

It was a moderately sized room, roughly twenty square meters.

The ceiling and surrounding walls were a pure white structure of indiscernible material. Only the front wall was different, completely dominated by an enormous mirror. Under the bright lights, it reflected everything in the room with absolute clarity.

Without even needing to look down, he could see in the mirror that his hands and feet were firmly shackled. The locks were connected to the heavy metal chair beneath him, which was welded directly to the floor.

Next to him was a bed, also welded to the ground.

Rather than an Interrogation Room or a prison cell, it felt more like a psychiatric ward.

"You're awake?"

After Fu Qian had spent a few minutes squinting and observing the room, a voice crackled through a wall-mounted speaker.

Recognizing the voice as Sawada's partner, Fu Qian ignored him, keeping his gaze fixed on the mirror.

"I have to say, you woke up much faster than expected."

Following a brief silence, a side door opened, and a man spoke as he walked in.

The newcomer was even wearing a pure white coat, looking just like a doctor making his rounds—if it weren't for the turkey mask covering his face.

The mask was undoubtedly meant to conceal his true identity. But given that he hadn't bothered to disguise his distinct physique or alter his voice, his commitment to hiding his identity seemed rather lacking.

In other words, he didn't care much whether Fu Qian figured out who he was. Most likely, he was only wearing the mask at Sawada's request.

"Mister Dancy, I apologize for conversing with you in this manner, but you don't mind if I ask a few questions, do you?"

Turkey Bro stopped a short distance from Fu Qian. He even pulled out a pen and paper from his coat, acting as though he were about to take notes.

"Who are you?"

Faced with this bizarre scene, Fu Qian's expression remained perfectly calm. He simply stared coldly at the man.

"Why did you break into my home, attack me, and bring me here?"

"I understand. The mind is often a bit muddled right after waking up."

Faced with an uncooperative Fu Qian, Turkey Bro leaned in and tapped the metal chair with his pen.

"I can be magnanimous enough to emphasize this one more time: it's question time."

"I am standing here, and you need to answer my questions."

"Also, I highly recommend you don't make me remind you a third time."

"Understood. Then allow me to offer a reminder of my own."

Fu Qian blinked.

"I am protected by the Anjing Group's Death Mark. Before you do anything, you'd better consider the consequences."

"Death Mark... protected... Haha!"

As if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world, Turkey Bro doubled over in laughter.

"Relax. Your life is quite valuable. You couldn't throw it away even if you wanted to."

Half a minute later, he finally stopped laughing and spoke in a mocking tone.

Watching this man's exaggerated performance in silence, Fu Qian suddenly spoke up.

"You're from the Anjing Group, aren't you?"

...

"It was just a guess at first, but it seems I was right."

Looking at the instantly silenced Turkey Bro, Fu Qian nodded and continued.

"Is it because of the Miracle Potion from before? But you're not Mister Sawada."

...

"Regardless of who you are, I will emphasize this one more time: I have no interest in transcendent powers."

"Testing the Miracle Potion is fundamentally voluntary. Even the Anjing Group cannot force it. That is the bottom line set by the Night Watchers."

"Unlock these things right now and let me go. I can promise not to hold you accountable or even investigate who you are."

"...You really are somewhat different."

Casually tossing the pen and paper onto the bed, Turkey Bro's tone was completely cold when he spoke again.

"However, there is one thing you haven't realized. In front of me, you do not have the right to maintain such an arrogant posture."

"You can guess all you want, but believe me, in this place, the things you normally take pride in won't offer you any safety—"

"Enough!"

His psychological assault had barely begun before it was interrupted by the voice from the speaker.

This voice had clearly been modified, making it sound deep and raspy.

"Just ask him the questions."

Without a doubt, the speaker was Sawada, hiding behind that one-way mirror.

Perhaps out of a lack of confidence in his partner, he didn't seem to want the man to continue exchanging words with Fu Qian, and had directly urged him on.

At the same time, it was clear that even though Fu Qian had guessed a fair bit, Sawada was still unwilling to fully expose his identity, hoping to retain a shred of mystery.

Hearing this, Turkey Bro snorted again, visibly annoyed.

Still, he ultimately followed Sawada's instructions, turning around to pick up the pen and paper from the bed.

"First question. Since when did you—"

Crack!

With a crisp snap, his head twisted at a horrific angle, and the rest of his words caught in his throat.

"Urgh—"

A sudden twist occurred. Turkey Bro displayed extraordinary vitality; not only did he not collapse, he even struggled to support his own head.

In the very next moment, however, a pair of blood-drenched hands clamped down on his head. Amidst a low growl, they forcefully twisted it again.

With a sickening tearing sound, his head was ripped clean off, turning into an even bloodier turkey head.

As for this so-called mystery, that was something Fu Qian had always been very good at shattering.

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