Chapter 581 Noisy (5)
"What happened? Did I fall asleep?"
"Where is this? Don't touch me!"
"Why are you here at the police station?"
"What? Of course I remember what I did. Is drinking coffee illegal?"
"...It's not illegal to dance in a cafe, right?"
"The table... seems to be the case."
"I'm sorry I was wrong..."
"Sorry, I don't have money to compensate the cafe..."
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"Finally it's out."
Not to mention that after waking up, he was still mentally normal and did not enter a state of depression.
As a means for Mr. Camus to escape pursuit, this parasitic state is undoubtedly extremely concealable, so high that he is confident enough to deceive the night watcher.
The five senses are suppressed to the greatest extent, making it almost impossible to perceive anything.
In addition, although it is only a few words, it is enough to piece together some information.
In fact, if he wanted to, it was not impossible to improve his control over Brother Zimao and obtain more information, but he did not choose to do so.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong... I thought for a while that there was such a person, but I really don't know where he went..."
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After they finished parasitizing themselves, they arrived not long after.
"Look, the boss has already said that we should each take a step back and not hold each other accountable."
However, according to the information obtained through insight, increased control over the host will inevitably reflect one's own will, which means a higher chance of exposure.
In the silence, the dormant subconscious mind stirred, and its cognition spread out a little.
This kind of information fragments from the host, if you are willing before paying, you can choose to connect them with your consciousness, and you can hear the information.
Therefore, it is obvious that I have fallen into the undercurrent of the game between the two major forces, and I must be more cautious in my subsequent actions.
"I'm sorry, I was really wrong..."
Sure enough, on the surface it was because a group of people were making trouble to maintain law and order, but in fact they wanted to monitor it.
"Frank."
At this moment, he was in a new experience that he had never had before.
There is no doubt that a transcendent person arrived and dealt with it, and then comforted him.
It was completely different from the imaginary possession. From Fu Qian's point of view, it was almost a dormant feeling deep in the soul.
The days of parasitism are really boring. Fortunately, we have always been free from desires.
This mission is really full of confrontation!
Fu Qian, who was parasitic on the purple-haired young man in a special state, was leisurely catching messages one after another.
"Who are you……"
Sure enough, patience will always pay off, and everything fell into place.
This is why he only heard the voice of the victim, Brother Zimao.
"Is it okay if I give you money? But I don't have any money!"
Maybe now we have created a seemingly safe environment to lure the snake out of its hole.
Even the cafe owner was imprisoned here?
Following another apology, Fu Qian realized that his parasite did not make another sound for a long time.
First of all, there is no doubt that Brother Zimao was sent to the police station after falling asleep.
"23 years old."
"So you capture him first... Oh, have you already captured him?"
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"I'm the first one, that's right. I don't know why I suddenly got so excited."
"That's great, thank you very much."
"...I'm sorry I really don't have the money to pay the fine. We just hitchhiked even here."
And calculating the time, it should be true that as Mr. Camus expected, the nightkeeper has already locked onto him.
This is why Fu Qian is so low-key.
Based on the information mentioned by Mr. Camus, the current situation is that the Native Parliament is planning some actions in Nice.
Therefore, Fu Qian behaved very patiently, restrained himself to the maximum extent, and completely sealed himself in a small dark room.
"Not yet? Are you being reasonable?"
Hustle Festival?
Is there actually a special holiday? A day for everyone to shout out?
And it's obviously a bit famous, and it actually attracts tourists from other places.
Fu Qian, who was lurking, continued what the analyst Zimao said, and was very satisfied with his previous caution.
"Why did they fall asleep again?"
"What do you mean, why should you blame me? Didn't you say you should relax when you come to play, and you didn't serve the table?"
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And even though it sounded like he was in an ordinary police station, he didn't think that the night watchman who was specifically targeting Camus wouldn't have some investigation methods.
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"The three of them don't have any money either."
It is said that when you observe others, it also increases the probability that others will observe you.
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"Actually, I feel that today is very abnormal. I suspect that the boss has spiked the coffee with stimulants. I also want to ask for compensation."
Because for Brother Zimao, this is undoubtedly the strongest piece of information.
Including the contents he heard above, they were actually just fragments that appeared in front of him one by one, rather than real hearing.
"When can I leave?"
Why do you think it has something to do with this bustling festival, not to mention that the person he called before was Hamadus.
"Can we really go?"
Um?
Next, it can be seen that Brother Zimao, who has not yet been freed, has undergone a considerable transformation in his character in a short period of time after clearly realizing the current situation, and he is answering questions with an extremely upright attitude.
This is undoubtedly a time for patience.
"Have you seen the old man drinking coffee...wait, who are you? Do I know you?
about there.
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After a colorful day, Brother Frank seemed to be deeply hit and fell into a long silence.
"Can I go now?"
Fu Qian clearly remembered that the condition for completing his mission was to completely eliminate Hamadus before the commotion ended.
"Yes, yes, I know it's not right to yell and scream before tomorrow night."
He could almost confirm that there was still a night watcher squatting next to him, waiting for these victims to show abnormal behavior.
"No, no, I have no objection!"
The reason for this judgment is very simple. Given Brother Zimao's previous state of excitement, it was almost impossible to fall asleep naturally so quickly.
From his discussion, Fu Qian quickly discovered an interesting vocabulary.
"Yes, we are here for the Hustle Festival."
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"Ah? If you don't leave Tunis tomorrow, will you have to come back again at noon?"
At the same time, the night watchers were also alert to this and were ready.
"He's from Rialto next door. He just arrived today."
Soon, he gained something called vision from an approximate second-person perspective.
The first thing that came into his field of vision was the boundary between the sky and the sea not far away.
Underneath the buttocks is a curved coastal embankment, with three people sleeping crookedly on the faded benches.
Frank, the only one who was still conscious, was holding his knees with his hands, staring at a retreating figure, deeply doubting life.
This chapter has been completed!