Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1311 Detention

How to spread the gospel without making people bored has always been a profound knowledge.

Fuzen, who is well aware of this, is undoubtedly very particular about what he does, such as using polite words, keeping his eyes at the same level, not laughing at the other person's hair covered in mucus, and... introducing himself first.

"My name is Encore, remember? We met last night."

At such a close distance, the burning heat brought by the breath hits my face, and it is full of psychedelic, which can be called the materialization of some of the most primitive impulses.

However, this didn't even dim Fu Qian's smile.

"Sorry to bother you so early, Ms. Harriet, do you know where Mr. Prout is?"

Harriet?

This hanging missionary picture was undoubtedly being admired by the three people below, and the shock brought by Fu Qian was directly pushed to a high point with a name from his mouth.

"She is……"

Amira couldn't help but glance at Reginald.

Of course she remembered that the hunter was cleaning up the target last night, and even deliberately introduced Enke to let him watch.

How could she be here and look like this?

But... in this way, the invisible entanglement seems to be much more reasonable.

Amira recalled the scene of Harriet being lifted up from behind, and she believed it for a while.

Needless to say, the door couldn't be opened just now for the same reason. There was something invisible blocking it from the inside. After being disturbed, it quietly evacuated.

So Anke had discovered this a long time ago and chose her as the subject of questioning?

It seemed a little more reasonable, but it was still hard to understand how he recognized it.

Whether it's the angle or the hair covering her face, it's obviously difficult to identify.

"If it were her, the scene here would be much more reasonable."

Reginald obviously thought of this as well, nodding slightly with a complicated expression.

"Pu...Lout..."

At this time, the preacher above his head seemed to finally respond, and the name Fu Qian mentioned was repeated in a strange tone.

"Suddenly...I couldn't find him...uh-"

Harriet's voice suddenly trembled, and the next moment her body twisted into a flexible whip and whipped towards Fu Qian.

Unfortunately, the latter let go of his hand one step earlier, and while falling freely, not only dodged the whip of flesh and blood, but also the invisible blow one step earlier.

Bang!

With the accompaniment twice as harsh as before, Fu Qian landed firmly on the ground and nodded to the three team members.

"I'm a little angry, but Mr. Prout does seem to be mysterious."

"...Should we go out first and then talk?"

This seemingly weird behavior of asking for directions actually yielded results. The team members seemed to be at a loss as to how to comment. Amira hesitated and suggested.

She, who had the lowest cultivation level, already had a strange blush on her face.

"So your mission is to bring me to this church, or to find Mr. Prout?"

Before paying, he was noncommittal and raised a question with a blink of an eye.

"Does it make any difference?"

"Of course, unless Mr. Prout is here all the time."

Fu Qian shook his head and looked at Amira with pity in his eyes.

Sure enough, sexual immorality is harmful to the brain, and this person’s brain seems to be not functioning smoothly.

"Strictly speaking... our mission is to ensure that you arrive at this church smoothly."

After asking Reginald for his opinion with her eyes and confirming that he had no objection, Amira finally said.

"But the person who told us mentioned that Mr. Prout will be here."

"So that's the case, then it stands to reason that your mission has actually been completed."

Fu Qian listened thoughtfully, but looked at Simon.

"Why don't you just leave me here and go back to resume my life?"

"From now on, I really have no obligation to ensure your safety, nor to answer questions."

Unfortunately, the latter was not very polite and said coldly. “It doesn’t even matter if you want to stay in the church or not.”

"That's it, then let's go out and talk about it."

Silky accepted the advice before paying, and directly agreed with Amira’s proposal.

……

The square was still deserted, and the old lady’s sitting posture on the bench had not even changed.

And as the door of the church was closed, and most of the muffled sound behind her was instantly blocked, Amira breathed a sigh of relief visibly.

"So you are still going to find Mr. Plaut?"

Fu Qian did not force her nerves too much and asked Reginald the next moment.

"Are you concerned about our actions or your own situation? Mr. Prout is not here, so you can find an opportunity to leave?"

After some baptism, everyone seemed to be a lot more angry. Reginald observed the surroundings with an unkind expression.

"No, I care about your situation."

Before paying, he shook his head.

"Sending a suspicious person to a certain place, and completing the task without even having to hand over it, doesn't feel like a normal handling method. Do you want to give it a try? Can you still leave this town?"

"……What's the meaning?"

Amira, whose thoughts had calmed down a little, was obviously troubled by this sentence, and she looked into Fu Qian's eyes and asked.

"Six minutes and fifty-four seconds."

Fu Qian did not answer her, but pointed to the old lady not far away.

"From the fog leaving the town, to the mother-in-law serving breakfast just now."

"So in theory, it takes the same amount of time to return to the fog. I'm going to take a look. Do you want to come with me?"

This guy even keeps track of the time...

Amira once again didn't know what to say.

Without giving her more time to react, after the other party asked that question, he actually stepped forward and returned directly to the original route.

us……

After exchanging glances with Reginald, before Fu Qian walked to the other end of the square, the two civilian staff finally followed him, wanting to confirm what this person wanted to do.

Hunter Simon ignored it and stayed where he was as if his mission had been accomplished.

……

"So fast?"

The return trip was still deserted, and the policeman guarding the door was obviously surprised by the efficiency of their return.

"Mr. Plaut is not over there at the church. We have to go out and look for him."

He explained with a smile before paying, not mentioning the lazy crowd in the church at all.

"Not over there? That's a bit strange."

The police officer didn't seem to think too much. Seeing that there was nothing unusual about the three people, he quickly opened the door and let them go.

"It's just ahead."

Arriving at the border of the mist soon, Amira gave a reminder.

Ok.

Fu Qian nodded slightly and walked into the fog without hesitation.

There is no feeling like a nightmare has returned to reality, the transition is extremely smooth.

As expected, he was not ready to let himself go easily.

Fu Qian was not surprised by this. He estimated the distance and stopped somewhere, looking at the two people following him.

"I remember there should be a ruins here?"

(End of this chapter)