Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Looking for you?
The party was quiet in one corner.

Staring at Fu Qian, the expressions on Butters and the other two's faces were so complicated that they were hard to describe.

Boom boom boom!
However, the knocking continued, and the person outside even tried to turn the doorknob.

"you--"

Under another wave of psychological pressure, one of the two assistants, a man who seemed to have a bone protruding in the middle of his nose, finally looked at Fu Qian and couldn't help but speak.

"Double milk, double sugar, are you sure you don't want it?"

However, his desire to express himself was abruptly stopped by the voice outside the next moment.

"You guessed it right, it was indeed looking for me."

Facing three pairs of eyes that suddenly widened, Fu Qian looked as if he had guessed right.

"I'll go get a drink first and then we can talk?"

And the next moment he even politely asked for the opinions of the three people.

click!
Seeing that Butters and the other two didn't say anything, Fu Qian assumed that they had no objection and walked forward to open the door.

It was indeed the girl in front who was wearing hot clothes and suggested that I have a drink.

Although he was leaning to one side and looked a little unhappy, he was indeed holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

Faced with my special request, he actually wrote it down and tried to find a solution.

You can even see that the amount of milk is added as required.

"Thank you, of course."

Faced with such thoughtful provision of drinks, Fu Qian was the first to express his gratitude.

"Not bad!"

After taking a bite, he gave it a very sincere thumbs-up.

……

"What on earth are you doing in there?"

It’s a pity that the beverage manager, whose name is still unknown, still doesn’t look that happy.

He snorted and looked over Fu Qian's shoulder, as if trying to figure out what the guys were doing.

"Thank you for your hard work, Salma. Do you want to come in with us?"

At this time, the brother with a high nose bridge who had been interrupted just now adjusted his mood first and greeted with a smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, but I'm really not interested in what four men do with a locked door."

Unfortunately, this invitation dampened Ms. Salma's enthusiasm.

Seeing that a few people were just standing there chatting, he instantly felt bored and had no intention of taking another step inside.

"Whenever you feel bored, you can come find me."

Even before leaving, she threw a wink at Fu Qian with an ambiguous tone.

"Thank you, but theoretically speaking, since I'm drinking this, it should be the kind that's least likely to make me bored, right?"

To express his acceptance of the kindness, Fu Qian raised the paper cup in his hand without any hesitation, showing his geeky side.

"Well then, feel free to do as you please... Mr. Wolfe."

It was obvious that she was not used to such a bland response, but Salma did not dwell on it too much and just turned around and left.

Although it sounds a bit too formal as a final farewell.

He wasn't someone I knew, but he seemed to have heard of my deeds. As for the source...

Fu Qian glanced at Butters who had calmed down, and locked the door again.

……

"You know Salma?"

By the time Fu Qian walked back to his seat, even Butters had briefly forgotten the trouble he had caused and expressed his incomprehension of the incident that had just occurred.

"I don't know her. She just mentioned that she didn't want to drink at the beginning...but it seems that she knows me?"

Fu Qian shook his head and responded honestly, with a hint of meaning at the end.

"...Salma is rarely this diligent."

As expected, he subconsciously avoided her gaze, but Butters still made up a sentence. "Isn't it time to get back to business?"

Seeing that they had strayed from the topic along the way, the high-nosed brother who had just greeted Salma gave a cold reminder, and his smile had completely disappeared.

"Yes... You must help me this time. I really don't want to go to jail... And it was that guy who provoked me first!"

His words woke Butters up from his dream, and the next moment he was pulling Fu Qian's clothes and almost growling.

"Don't rush."

Faced with this plea, and the two people beside him whose expressions had become somewhat cautious due to their previous performances, Fu Qian took a big sip and his eyes finally became "sharp".

"Where are the people?"

……

"under."

The posture became serious in a second, and the audience seemed a little uncomfortable, but Butters felt like he had found a life-saving straw and responded quickly.

"And then the action is here?"

Nodding, Fu Qian didn't mind the brevity of the answer.

Although this was already the first floor, he had roughly looked at the layout of the house before entering, and it was not difficult to find that on one side, there was an old-fashioned basement with an entrance outside.

Even in this room at the very edge, there is a side door on the wall leading in that direction.

On this overly lively night, it was undoubtedly a good choice to avoid being discovered.

However, a conflict that occurred in the heat of the moment among young people should not warrant an appointment in such a place.

Therefore, the greater possibility is that it was used as a temporary hiding place after the accident.

Although the room where the four people are located looks normal, the people who know the truth should not be so careless as to leave the crime scene there and run to another place to lock the door and plot, right?
"Yeah, that's where the guy fell."

The efficient attitude was very contagious, and even the man with the high nose bridge pointed to a corner of the room and said.

"I see. But I have a question. Butters doesn't want to go to jail, so why did you get involved? Is it another gang fight?"

Instead of walking over to observe the details, Fu Qian became interested in the person who responded to him.

"Don't worry about that. You just need to know that we don't want to see Butters get arrested either."

Unfortunately, the latter was not so cooperative and just responded somewhat stiffly.

"And Butters believes that, too, gets it."

Nodding, Fu Qian summarized the information he had obtained and drank the coffee in the cup.

"Then let's go down and take a look first."

……

"It was locked originally, we just pried it open..."

In the darkness, the white-painted cover was carefully lifted to reveal the steps below, while Butters whispered explanations.

"And be careful, there are no lights down there."

"understood."

Looking at the three people who had no intention of following him down, Fu Qian displayed the composure of a top scavenger. He walked step by step into the depths before turning on the lighting equipment in his hand.

The brightness is indeed not ideal, but fortunately the area is not large, and most of it is occupied by various sundries.

A body that looked even somewhat burly was curled up in a twisted posture, with a glaring red spot underneath.

and a coat covering the head.

The props are really well made.

Under the gaze of three people behind him, Fu Qian walked forward without any intention of retreating, squatted down to observe this tragic scene, and admired it in his heart.

As a flesh and blood expert, even if his current physique is that of an ordinary person, such a large amount at such a close distance is enough to make some judgments.

Whether it was on the ground or on the coat, the blood was so severe that it was unbearable to look at, but it was not real blood.

This undoubtedly makes the second possibility infinitely more likely. Everything is just a carefully planned prank, but -

Fu Qian continued to put his hand on the "corpse", waited for a few seconds, and nodded slightly.

I don't know if Butters and the others know this, but it's true. (End of this chapter)