Eldritch Horror Theatre

"What is down there..."

After Fu Qian finished speaking, Michelle remained silent for quite a long time.

"I think you must be crazy—"

After a long while, she finally regained her composure and forced out a response.

"Is that it?"

Unfortunately, before she could finish, Fu Qian's sigh interrupted her.

"Is this already above your paygrade? Let's get someone else in here to talk."

"That's fine. I don't mind listening to your ravings a little longer."

Unfortunately, despite her visible agitation, Michelle's pride drove her to grit her teeth and continue enduring the mental pollution.

Faced with her persistence, Fu Qian offered a mocking critique, capping it off with a string of malicious laughter.

They say happiness is infectious; sure enough, the entire atmosphere shifted in an instant.

At this moment, Fu Qian looked exactly like a remorseless villain facing his victim's interrogation, leaving Michelle pale with anger.

Admittedly, the intensity of this exchange was a bit fierce.

But acting this way was a deliberate choice on Fu Qian's part.

Based on his past experience, there was no telling if another transition would occur or how much longer he would remain in this spacetime.

Under these circumstances, even though his previous agreement with Red Dragon and his companion was to prioritize gathering intel, he couldn't afford to take it slow.

Otherwise, he might just manage to coax some answers out of this woman, only for the scene to shift, making all his efforts for naught.

The worst-case scenario was simply joining forces with Red Dragon and the others to launch a terrorist attack.

"By the way, how did Paul explain his own ravings?"

After pushing the provocation to its limit, Fu Qian finally ceased his laughter.

"He explained them literally."

Indignant at being forced onto the back foot, Michelle replied coldly.

"He claimed he had a delirious dream and then blurted out those ravings, never expecting others to take them seriously."

"Of course, he emphasized heavily that he only told a few people, and that the uproar spreading outside had nothing to do with him."

"Of course an idiot like him couldn't imagine it."

Fu Qian looked disdainful.

"Just like how he couldn't tell whether he was actually dreaming or not."

"That guy's only value is having a pretty face that could make Oliver's heart flutter."

"With that relationship in place, any information spread in his name would gain a massive boost in credibility."

"You really are scheming. If that is the truth, Mister Angelo, you are far crazier than he is!"

Struggling to maintain her composure, Michelle leveled a glare as sharp as a knife.

"Have you ever thought about what will happen to you after doing such a thing?"

"No matter the outcome, it's better than turning into a raving monster, isn't it?"

Facing the naked threat, Fu Qian showed no fear. He even leaned his face right in front of Michelle's.

"I know what kind of dangerous toys you people are playing with."

"But Paul doesn't know. The ravings he admitted to are a reality that is bound to arrive."

...

"I must say, Mister Angelo really delivered a huge surprise today."

Talk about people being fickle. Under Fu Qian's relentless bombardment of information, Michelle's expression had grown as heavy as if she'd discovered an accidental pregnancy.

Yet, in mere seconds, she relaxed completely. Not only did her voice become leisurely, but she even took on an air of coy glances and a graceful gait.

Unfortunately, given her age, this demeanor was a bit forced for her audience.

"Why don't you enlighten me some more? Aside from the rumors of omnipresent colors and humans turning into walking corpses, what other effects do our toys have?"

"Dyeing people with fluorescent light?"

Fu Qian pointed at Michelle's face, immediately showing off what he'd learned from his previous experience.

"I don't know if you've tested it, but when that special fluorescence accumulates to a certain degree, it can even turn into antlers!"

...

"Also, are you sure only humans are turning into walking corpses?"

...

"Commendable courage."

Seeing Michelle—whose expression was undergoing rapid flip-flopping once again—about to speak, Fu Qian simply waved a hand.

"But if possible, let's have the person who was just whispering to you come in and chat."

"You've tried very hard, but you're clearly not cut out to be a qualified mouthpiece."

"How did you know..."

Michelle couldn't help but stand up.

"Your emotional shift just now was too abrupt."

Fu Qian pointed at Michelle's ear.

"Earlier, as you slowly confirmed that I really did know things I shouldn't, your reaction was undoubtedly one of extreme tension."

"The dilemma of how to deal with me next was causing you more and more distress."

"Yet, right after that anxiety reached its peak, you miraculously relaxed, and you even spoke without any reservations."

"My understanding is that, at that moment, someone gave you a very clear instruction in your ear, assuring you that I would never walk out of this place to tell anyone about our conversation today."

"And of course, your current reaction has just confirmed that point once again."

Slam!

Gritting her teeth as she listened to Fu Qian's analysis, Michelle made no further response, slamming the door as she left.

This executive of The Company was clearly in a very ugly mood regarding their exchange.

However, a few minutes later...

"Mister Angelo."

The truly stubborn Michelle had returned, and surprisingly, her spirits had revived once more.

Of course, what was different from before was that this time, she was followed by an older figure wearing a lab coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

At a glance, he oozed the aura of an expert.

"My apologies, but that person has no interest in meeting you."

"But you don't need to be too disappointed, because someone else is interested in you."

"Hello there, Mister Angelo."

As Michelle finished speaking, the old expert stepped forward, his burning gaze scrutinizing Fu Qian.

"An unfamiliar face. I cannot fathom where you learned those things, but no matter. I will take you to my Laboratory now and give you a more detailed explanation."

"I believe we will get along swimmingly."

'Why do the men here all talk like such perverts?'

The old expert's words caused Fu Qian to frown.

But poor phrasing was one thing; given the current situation, there was a high probability he was about to become some kind of test subject.

'Also, is it true that the higher one's position, the more they fear death?'

'Even in this situation, the highest person in charge of The Company here still won't face me directly?'

With a sigh, Fu Qian gladly stood up.

Regrets aside, the current development was much better than the alternative.

Since the old expert actually intended to use him as a test subject, if things went smoothly, he might even be able to see his mission objective directly!

Unfortunately, this good mood soured the very next second.

In that instant, from the corner of his eye, Fu Qian suddenly noticed that Michelle's carefully painted red lips had grown somewhat dim.

'Fuck!'

Without delaying even half a second, Fu Qian pulled out Mercy and seized the old expert by the throat.

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