Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2795: Chapter 2790: Thirteen-Day Talks (47)

Isn’t it a bit too obvious?

A notebook with important information placed in a safe, though rare, is understandable.

But what’s the meaning of even placing a pen? The interactivity is a bit too strong.

It’s practically saying blatantly to the person opening the cabinet, ”I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

Plus the original key, the unlocked door, the unturned combination dial... it’s like they didn’t even bother to put on a facade.

No wonder the director repeatedly refused to come in, faced with such a gracious invitation.

The demeanor of attending physician Servis is far more assertive than it appears.

So now the question arises, having led the director here to witness this scene, how does he intend for the latter to interact?

The answer seems quite simple, as Fu Qian reached out and directly took both the notebook and the pen.

...

Since you’re seeking thrills, why not go all the way?

Moving forward without retreat, once you step into the office, some room for maneuver no longer exists.

Standing from Servis’s perspective, from the moment he forcibly sent away those outside, sacrifices were already compelled to be made.

Not only are extensive resources consumed, but even the information advantage is vaguely exposed to the director.

At this point, thinking ”just enough,” and imagining the attending physician will reconcile, continuing a united front with the free-gotten information, would be overly naive.

Now, for Servis, everything will be an acute response to losing control of the situation.

This ”loss of control” includes the inability to maintain a transcendental stature, watching himself and the director employ their tactics.

It also includes the psychological grasp on himself as the intruder.

From the beginning until now, the columnist’s approach has undoubtedly grown more abstract and is a relentless boundary-pushing process.

Initially taking the initiative to lead the narrative, it could simply be understood as a reverse psychology against the director’s behavior.

From Servis’s perspective, it’s even a point worth exploiting.

But the subsequent back and forth, combined with the ambiguous attitude toward the chance of escape, makes it hard not to be thought-provoking.

When Wayne Falter delivered the second note, it completely brought this suspicion into the open.

Indeed, the director’s move can be called an open scheme.

Whether or not one figures out the logic and struggle behind it, whether or not one wants to accept this opportunity to formally engage at the table, Servis would only assume he is already engaged.

Yes, even if it is a brilliant stratagem, why presume that Servis doesn’t know what’s on the note?

Don’t forget, theoretically Wayne Falter was supposed to be his person, let alone having ways to cheat even with a small black box.

And as long as Servis knows the content on the note, and knows I have seen it, then my role to him is already equivalent to meme contamination.

It’s no longer possible to evaluate and utilize with a simple mindset, but to cautiously observe the response and assess risks.

Then what responds to him is a deluge of risks.

The columnist has vaguely shown a madman’s confidence, daringly crafting a black box, ”foolishly” trying to continue controlling the situation.

To the extent that the situation exploded instantly, half of the sanatorium was stirred.

Up to this point, it has truly entered a tripartite confrontation; it is no longer possible to view the columnist as a mere pawn.

What’s needed next is to focus on the continued performance of the other side, further considering the issue of alliances.

Yet, as mentioned earlier, the columnist’s actions have broken the boundaries once again, opening the door and flipping the table outright, completely mad.

At this point, standing from Servis’s perspective, any wild imaginations can be entertained.

That pure, simple goodwill in facing an innocent, ignorant tool person is thoroughly gone, leaving only considerations of interest—exactly what is needed.

Yes, from the beginning Fu Qian believed that such naive goodwill is unreliable, and it’s truly not worth the effort to strive for it.

Everything done was not only to compel the attending physician to help reduce the risks of the Well of Time but also a core goal to shift everything onto the cold exchange of interests in business dealings.

As everyone knows, in interest exchanges, it’s best to have as many chips as possible.

For instance, what exactly happened here? What is Servis trying to make the director become?

Such information is clearly hopeful to be gleaned from the notebook—

[Rayelle doesn’t truly have affections for me...]

Even as Fu Qian casually flipped through the notebook, a passage entered his view, instantly bringing a surge of information.

...

In fact, the larger the hope, doesn’t necessarily mean more disappointment.

The name Rayelle, at first glance, seems unrelated to this sanatorium.

Even for Fu Qian, the first reaction may not necessarily be someone from this sanatorium.

[What draws her close to me is the desire for my power, disguised with her superb acting...]

The reason is simple, the party with this name seems to be a formidable figure who romantically involves with vampires.

With a glance at the following content, Fu Qian noted this is indeed a real notebook, even seen this lady’s name before—

Gulad Family, Abyssal Chronicle.

Indeed, this sentence is exactly the same as the one brought by Brother Tyler at the time in the bloodline clan’s secret treasure.

[Repeated tests show garlic does affect the state of the bloodline clan... suppressing fertility...]

Including looking further down, we find the subsequent content remains consistent.

[The progenitor of the blood clan Annalise has completely fallen]

Even including newly added content after it fell into my clutches.

Despite the cover and size not being that similar, it seems to be another Abyssal Chronicle?

...

This is truly a shocking discovery.

What might be in the safe, Fu Qian could have made many guesses long ago, both transcendental and non-transcendental.

But one thing can be determined, Servis put such effort into wanting the director to see something that would never be simple.

Considering the confrontational status of the two, and the director’s staunch reaction of bringing scapegoats and refusing to come in, it must be something that puts Servis in a significant advantage.

For instance, something like the director’s medical records, can prove unarguably that the director is indeed a patient.

Yes, in such a place, what could be more terrifying than ”unable to prove you’re not sick”?

Not to mention the well-known fact that old man Servis is fond of difficult diseases, the only reason he’s indulging the director might be for an alternative treatment.

In short, it must be something that can have a close connection with the director.

However, the current discovery... turns out to be something closely related to me?

[Coco’s age is over 50]

Fu Qian turned another page, even seeing the content he himself wrote.