Chapter 1343 Late night snacks and sleepless people
Amira was obviously flattered by the care shown to the returning tenants.
She was sitting by the window meditating, but she still sat there after hearing this.
However, the stiffness of his body instantly increased, and he didn't say a word. At the same time, he even clenched his fists and assumed a vague defensive posture.
But at least it's not too rude, and there are no patterns symbolizing laws and regulations appearing on his body.
Before paying in the review room, I walked aside and found a coat to put on.
"What happened to you?"
It seemed that she had just noticed his miserable condition. Staring at the part that was not covered by the coat, Amira's eyes flickered for a while before she finally spoke, her voice obviously dry.
"I got a little injured during the night shift."
Fu Qian closed the closet in a very natural tone and took out an overnight dessert from the side.
After sniffing and confirming that the aroma was only slightly reduced, he finally sat down with satisfaction.
This is the purpose of wearing a coat, otherwise the fangs on the chest cannot be explained by the special shape of the wound.
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Night shift? Injured?
It was obvious that Fu Qian's answer was tearing at Amira's sanity.
And his behavior is the same.
Seeing Fu Qian take out a fork, as if he was about to eat a late-night snack, Amira felt that her brain was bursting, and she couldn't stop her eyes from wandering to the plate.
"Were you injured when you escaped? The news I got here didn't mention this."
However, despite the crazy call to the police, she relied on her strong willpower to pull her neck back and carefully choose her words.
In view of the previous two experiences of acting together, it was no longer possible for her to treat the other party as a normal human being.
Especially in the small town at the end, the violent force tore out the flesh and blood and eroded it, even for someone like her who constantly dealt with nightmares and pollution, it almost left a psychological shadow.
The key point is that even when faced with the projections of many abandoned sons, I didn't even see this person shed a drop of blood.
At a glance now, just from the parts that can be seen, you can feel that this body is torn to pieces, and it is by no means an ordinary injury.
Did you have a conflict with someone from the cult when you escaped?
It is true that I heard that a saint was injured, but to be honest, even if I have full confidence in the Xielu Temple, it is still difficult to believe that a saint can do this.
And what does night shift mean?
Did he regard escaping from prison as a teaching from the pastor?
"So is this an interrogation or a casual conversation? In casual conversations, it seems that one should ask and answer questions."
A series of thoughts were flying in Amira's mind, but before paying, she had already filled her mouth with a mouthful of snacks, savoring them carefully while asking questions.
Interrogation... this word is obviously a bit too heavy.
Thinking of the Holy Church that had not even achieved this, and even her current situation, Amira's somewhat comfortable expression stiffened again, and she forced a smile.
"Of course it's just a casual chat. I'm not that confused about the situation. To be honest, I didn't expect you to come back at all. I was shocked just now."
"I applied to the Order for a break. I no longer need to participate in night patrols recently."
After speaking, she seemed to have remembered something and took the initiative to answer the previous questions to show her sincerity.
"It's understandable that the task of escorting prisoners is a bit too intense for you."
Nod slightly before paying.
"But isn't this a bit contradictory? You didn't expect me to come back at all, so what are you going to do when you sneak in?"
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This rhetorical question was obviously quite sharp, and Amira was speechless for a moment.
"The key is sitting here so leisurely, it's hard to believe that you came here to search."
However, he never let her go again.
"Of course, no matter what the purpose, I still have to praise you for not messing with my food, and it doesn't seem to disturb Mrs. Harper's rest."
While talking, he stuffed another piece of snack into his mouth.
"Honestly... I don't know why I came here."
With the approval from the shepherd, Amira finally sighed helplessly.
"Even if we bumped into each other like this, the only way out is to be silenced. I can only say that I lost my mind."
As she spoke, she unconsciously looked at the plate again because of her forward movements.
You could tell at a glance that it had been there for a while, but the sound of the other person chewing with excessive enjoyment was inexplicably infectious.
The human heart is so wonderful, and in response to the wonderful situation in front of us, saliva actually flowed out of our mouths.
"Be optimistic, remember what I said? Self-doubt is the first step to sublimation."
Swallow the food in your mouth and say some words of relief before paying, indicating that your behavior may not be so irrational.
"Is it possible that there is an impulse deep in your heart that drives you to move towards the truth about the world?"
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"Is it true that I am actually a blind lamb?"
When it comes to things like misleading people's children, Fu Qian has always done it with ease.
It was obvious that after several miracles and repeated questioning, Amira, the rookie of the cult appointed by Pfeiffer, had almost been deceived.
Confused eyes fell on the plate again, and Amira sounded like she was asking herself this question.
"It's not really a healthy food, but eating it after working the night shift is obviously good for your mood."
Fu Qian seemed to have misunderstood her meaning and raised his hand to signal.
"Because it's not too fresh, I didn't serve it to guests. Would you like some?"
"No... no need."
Amira, whose mind was ravaged, waved her hands repeatedly and was polite.
At the same time, the other party mentioned the night shift again, and she suddenly thought of something, and her mind was shaken.
"You went to the art museum?"
"Otherwise? Is there a second place to pay my salary?"
He looked strange before paying.
...So when I asked for leave at that time, I was actually confirming the situation of the art museum?
You really can't be careless at all.
Amira seemed to understand something, and then was surprised.
"So where did you get hurt? Where are the people over there?"
"I've thought about it before asking. The other people over there are fine."
Before paying, his expression looked like he was mentally retarded.
That's right...how could the people over there let him get hurt to this extent? It would be a mess if he cared about him.
After being reminded and thinking quickly, Amira realized that she had asked carelessly.
"Then I-"
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. That won't be enough to wake you up. Sometimes this is a very helpless thing."
The snacks were all gone, so he put down his fork before paying, interrupting Amira.
"Have you ever felt this way among the many nightmares you have experienced?"
With the previous foreshadowing, this sentence seemed to deeply touch Amira, and her eyes were blurred as she fell into memories.
"You won't kill me...so I can leave?"
After a few breaths of silence, her tone became obviously stiff.
"Of course, remember not to disturb Mrs. Harper."
But he didn't mind before paying, and even looked pleased with it.
"Come on Ms. Amira, I hope you can find the answer or question as soon as possible."
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This lady's vacation tonight should be cancelled.
Amira, whose morale was low, left quickly. She even stepped carefully when going downstairs and commented with satisfaction before paying.
It's not out of any bad taste, it's just to properly encourage it to display its value.
After Amira goes back, there is a high probability that she will find some special nightmares to think about and prove the problem just now.
It may not necessarily be meaningful, but time is tight and it never hurts to stimulate more enthusiasm.
Maybe it can bring some interesting gains.
With good expectations for tomorrow, I put away the tableware before paying. After waiting silently for a few minutes, I walked forward and opened the door.
A letter sealed with red wax was lying there quietly.
Sorry for the excessive update today, I will start a new task tomorrow, and my debt will be +1.
Currently, the debt is high, and it is tentatively -45 including the alliance leader's additional update. Revolver will turn pressure into motivation and will never default on its debts.