Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 410: Chapter 410: Servant’s Needle (Part 3)_1

Is that really the case?

Watching the furious Sato, Fu Qian confirmed one of his own speculations.

The conversation just now, of course, was not as simple as the rage of an overworked employee; it was the complete opposite: two separate probes.

And now, Fu Qian had understood the true meaning of maintaining one’s work position in this task—it wasn’t really about working oneself, but rather convincing others that one was working.

Be it the woman carrying a head, the uncle next door, or Sato in front of him.

Without a doubt, each of them was more abnormal than the last.

But they were clearly in a state of illness without self-awareness.

And this state was extremely fragile, very easily upset.

If any aspect of his actions just now was incomprehensible or unintelligible to them, then it was very likely that their lack of self-awareness would convert into self-awareness.

The consequences then, I’m afraid, would be very serious.

Considering that he was now in the flesh, it was probably akin to an instant death option.

This was the true peril of this task.

As for the actions that could upset the balance, Fu Qian could think of a bunch easily.

Like reminding the head-carrying woman about the matter of her head.

Or as for the uncle, he was clearly incredulous because of his own rare tardiness; if his explanation did not hold water, it would likely trigger a mutation as well.

After faintly realizing this, when facing Sato, Fu Qian first uttered a dialogue that was nearly impossible in a work setting as a probe, and sure enough, the man had an abnormal reaction.

Then the following statement, while fierce in words, was well-suited to the scene and served as a good explanation for the current state—aggressive due to the fear of being blamed.

Then the tendency of this person to mutate dissipated, and his attention focused on the heinous act of opposing his superior.

So although the scene seemed tense, it was, in fact, a relatively safe state.

Now that I think about it, the core of work isn’t the work itself, but making others believe you are working—there seems to be some truth to this, almost a “Fishing Zen State.”

Fu Qian, while appreciating the angry expression on Sato’s face, let his thoughts wander.

“You can leave now.”

After his outburst, Sato seemed to realize that the scene didn’t look too good, and after a moment of contemplation, he actually issued an expulsion order directly to Fu Qian.

Cooled down so quickly?

Actually, if possible, Fu Qian quite wanted to stay here longer.

Whether it came to blows or not, here he only needed to deal with the one in front of him.

Once outside, there would be more than just a pair of eyes watching him.

Too bad he could no longer find a reason to stay. If he were to pick up an ashtray and hurl it at this one’s face, he probably couldn’t smooth it over.

So, Fu Qian said nothing and simply walked out.

…

Leaving Sato’s office, Fu Qian noticed a group of people almost all bowing their heads, looking seriously engaged in their work, the uncle next door even seemed to want to bury his head under the table.

The only one who appeared at ease was the girl who entered the door with him.

With a circle of wounds around her neck, she was using the corners of her eyes to size up this side, seemingly looking at him with a new level of respect.

Too bad Fu Qian didn’t pay her any heed at all, heading straight for his own workstation.

At the moment, in order to avoid arousing suspicion, it was necessary to minimize all forms of communication, including eye contact.

Fu Qian’s action elicited a snort from her, as she turned her head away, no longer looking at him.

“You’re too harsh!”

And after sitting down for barely a few minutes in peace, the uncle next door couldn’t help but speak up.

And from the tone of his sigh, one could tell that he greatly admired Fu Qian’s actions.

“Sato’s voice was so shrill with anger just now, but to be honest, that guy deserves it.”

“Of course you have to be careful; that guy is very petty!”

“It’s okay.”

Although Uncle’s face didn’t show any sign of suspicion, Fu Qian still casually responded to avoid raising any doubts.

“I never carry troubles into the next day.”

…

His answer left Uncle speechless for a moment, followed by a long sigh, his eyes gleaming with light.

“Indeed, it’s the singles who live carefree!”

This was spoken with an endless longing.

“Back in the day, I was just as fiercely awesome and unruly until one day I encountered something called love…”

“Then came the mortgage, insurance, baby formula, diapers, tutoring… and before I knew it, I was already…”

Fu Qian wasn’t paying attention to what was said after that.

However, amidst Uncle’s murmuring, Fu Qian noticed that more than one colleague was nodding subtly, seemingly sharing the sentiment.

It really seems like they are all casually but actually keeping an eye on this place, huh?

As for this kind of lamentation after the hormones have faded, Fu Qian did not want to comment on its correctness but smelled danger instead.

His behavior just now, though it had defused a possible crisis on Ito’s part, inevitably attracted a lot of attention.

The police don’t know when they will arrive, and sitting here is undoubtedly very risky!

Speaking of which, why the police would come here is still a bit puzzling to me.

While pondering, Fu Qian did not waste his efforts and quickly searched through the desk.

First and foremost was an old desktop computer, which Fu Qian tried but couldn’t start; his own face was reflected in the black screen.

In fact, this wasn’t unique. From his angle, he saw that more than one colleague was staring at a black screen, appearing to work diligently.

This atmosphere of slacking is quite eerie!

Fu Qian shifted his gaze to a black phone next to the computer.

He didn’t even bother picking it up to try because he noticed right away that the phone line behind it had been cut.

This office looks even more peculiar upon closer inspection!

Fu Qian glanced towards the door, hesitating whether or not to take a paid trip to the bathroom to bide some time.

If you’re going to slack, you might as well look the part!

Fu Qian was undoubtedly a man of action and decided to make a move after a brief moment of thought.

And as he rose leisurely, he instantly noticed several pairs of eyes gazing over at him.

Is everyone here part of the slackers club? Get serious and strive, people!

Amidst the crowd’s attention, Fu Qian walked naturally to the door, but the next moment, he froze.

There stood a tall woman with brown hair in a black uniform, looking around left and right in front of the elevator.

The police are here already?

Fu Qian’s gaze swept over the woman’s somewhat freckled face and landed on her side.

The policewoman’s left hand was hanging unnaturally at her side, and there seemed to be traces of blood visible.

Why does it feel like she’s not here to solve problems but to bring them?

Fu Qian discreetly avoided eye contact, but when she saw the door open, the policewoman approached immediately.

“Is the report from over here?”

The policewoman intentionally or unintentionally turned her body to hide her left hand behind her.

“Yes, just inside,” Fu Qian nodded and replied.

“Okay.”

The policewoman nodded soberly without saying much, stepped past Fu Qian from behind, and walked into the office.

Click!

And in the next moment, Fu Qian felt his left wrist tighten, encircled by a cold metal ring.