An Zhi on the side was not sure what was going on. The old man gave him the impression that he was just an ordinary bookstore owner, and the word "infection" he just said made him feel a little confused.
"No, I haven't seen him before. It's just that my nephew mentioned him to me yesterday."
Before Qianye could speak, the old man explained in advance.
An only glanced back and forth from the two of them. He wanted to know what happened to Qianye after entering the invitation party.
Of course, An Zhi couldn't believe what he said before.
With Qianye's urinary temperament, since there are cases of killing people and being published in newspapers, he will not be forced to do a simple task...
For Chino.
An only still somewhat understands the other party's character.
He felt that Qianye was hiding something from him.
The word "infection".
Definitely not a sign of good news…
"Do you need space to talk? If necessary, I can wait outside."
An only said tentatively.
Looking at the current situation, he saw that the old man didn't say hello until a moment after Qianye came in, and the two of them seemed to be hesitant in their conversation. He wondered if it might be because of his presence here.
"Then I'll trouble Mr. An Zhi."
The old man said with a smile.
He didn't mince words.
But it directly points out the fact that An is just a light bulb.
"Um."
Although I feel a little uncomfortable.
But An only understood that the content of the incident was something that he could not intervene in for the time being. After he responded softly, he left the room with several of his men, leaving only Qianye and the old man behind.
Before leaving.
An only glanced at Qianye in the room...
He knew that because he was caught out when he deceived Qianye last time in "Happy Village", Qianye was no longer the same as he was at the beginning.
Even without explaining the words.
But he could still tell that Qianye was still a little more wary of him...
His eyes turned to the old man's face.
An Zhan seemed to be thinking about something. After a pause, he closed the door.
"The identity of the police officer I obtained is really not convenient for investigating the town."
"Qianye is one step ahead of me...no, or he is a big step ahead of me."
Get out of the house.
Look outside again at the pouring rain.
Pitter-patter rain fell on the filled streets.
An Gui, who only wore a uniform, couldn't help but feel a little cold. He wrapped himself in clothes and lit another cigarette for himself out of habit...
...
...
"I only heard Robert talking about it before, but I didn't expect Mr. Qianye to be so unique."
The old man took out a cup of undrunk coffee from somewhere and handed it to Qianye and said with a smile.
The sentence seems to be making fun of Qianye's tight black raincoat...
The coffee has gone cold.
Qianye guessed that the old man had brewed this cup of coffee a long time ago to entertain himself.
The other party knew that he would come today...
"Fortunately, nothing unique. I don't know what to call you?"
"Rulance Charles." The old man replied, "You can just call me Charles. I don't have to adhere to so many rules. I don't like to look at people's formality."
Charles….
Qianye murmured the name carefully.
He always felt as if he had heard it somewhere, and it felt inexplicably familiar.
"Well, Mr. Charles, I won't be polite and just tell you what's wrong. I came to you today because I have something to ask you."
Since the other party has already stated that they can go straight to the point.
Chino doesn't have the patience to slowly engage in human relations.
He came today for business, not for fun.
He had to figure out the cause of the pills and the disease, otherwise he wouldn't be able to complete the task. Qianye really didn't know if he would die...
"I know."
Charles nodded his head.
He still looked at Qianye with the same expression, and his slightly cloudy eyes seemed to have seen through all Qianye's thoughts.
"It's like this. Robert told me that there seemed to be some disease in my body. He once told me that if this disease is not treated in time, there is a risk of death."
"Of course he also mentioned his uncle, Mr. Charles. He said that you have a way to treat the disease. He told me that he had suffered from such a disease before. If you follow the method he told me, everything will be fine.
There won’t be.”
"So, I came to you today to ask about the disease."
Finished.
Qianye put his hand in from his neck.
After struggling for a while in my tight-fitting raincoat, I took out a small bottle containing green pills and placed it on the table...
This is the pill Robert gave him.
He took this thing with him when he was putting on his raincoat.
"Well, the problem he mentioned is not much different. You are indeed infected."
Charles replied, his face showing no clue.
However, just when Qianye took the pills out of the raincoat, he noticed something strange in Charles's eyes for a moment.
Although it disappeared very quickly.
But he was still captured by Qianye...
"Is it because there's something wrong with this bottle of pills?"
"Or maybe what Robert told me is a little different from what Charles knows..."
"Or are you feeling weird about my action of taking out pills from my raincoat?"
Qianye thought silently in his heart.
At the same time, almost all the attention was given to Charles.
He knows it very well.
Guys like this who seem to always have only one expression often have the most complicated inner world and are also the best at lying. They can even lie without any lag...
He doesn't want the other person to lie to him.
Because communicating like that is not an ordinary chore.
But the strange look in Charles's eyes just now still gave him a bad feeling.
"Mr. Robert told me that as long as I take this pill, I can get rid of the disease and return to normal..."
"To be honest, I don't really believe that just a few pills can have such an effect. After all, I know that my problem comes from my brain and my nerves."
Qianye didn't finish his words.
He was interrupted by Charles.
"So, you came to me because you actually want to confirm whether this bottle of medicine is effective." Charles stared at Qianye, and the wrinkles of the skin under the gray hair shrank a little.
"Part of it is this."
Chino told the truth.
After he finished speaking, the two fell into a brief silence.
Charles tilted his head slightly and moved his gaze from Qianye to the green pill bottle.
There was always a smile on his lips.
His eyelids were slightly narrowed, as if he was thinking about something...
Qianye did not take the initiative to break the silence. He became very patient and waited for Charles to think.
The sound of the violent storm outside passed through the wall of the study room and lingered inside the house.
Burning flowing wax oil.
Roll down the candle stick until it forms a red clot at the bottom.
for a long time.
It was Charles' sigh that broke the tranquility.
This was the first time Qianye saw the other party's expression change.
"Robert, this kid, always likes to make his own decisions and give away my things to others."
Charles picked up the medicine bottle on the table.
He put it in front of his eyes and examined it carefully for a while, then put the medicine bottle back into his coat pocket.
"You are indeed infected, but this pill is not suitable for you."
Qianye saw Charles taking the pills back.
His previous conjectures have undoubtedly been confirmed.
Charles and his nephew Robert did not see eye to eye, and they must have been conflicted on this matter.
And this pill should be an important item.
Otherwise, when Charles saw the pills, his eyes would not have that fleeting weirdness...
"That's right, sir, I just heard you say the word infection. I'm curious, is my illness related to this infection?"
Charles responded.
It's a confirmation.
He pondered for about ten seconds before adding: "To be precise, your illness is caused by infection."
"Will you die?"
"Um."
Qianye noted which pocket Charles had just put the pills into, and he returned to the previous topic about Robert.
"Sir, Robert told me that only this pill could save me. He gave the pill to me, but you took the pill back and said it was not suitable for me. Why is that?"
Subtext.
Which one of you or Robert is telling the truth?
"The extent of your infection is different from Robert's. He can barely suppress it and clear it with the help of drugs."
"But you..."
"Mr. Qianye, you must know when you had this disease, right? Your infection is much deeper than him, and the pills will only accelerate your death."
"I'll tell you the truth. If it weren't for your special body, you wouldn't be alive today and see me."
Finally, Charles revealed what Qianye was concerned about without any more charades.
From the beginning.
Qianye was confused by a question.
That was about the severe pain in my head, which clearly appeared in the script of "Yandere Girl Boss", but why did it appear similar to Robert's illness after coming to the invitation meeting...
Don't talk about this invitational meeting.
Let’s just say that this is not an invitational party, it’s just a normal horror world script story.
Then the two worlds should not collude.
Unless this is a prequel or sequel to "Yandere Girl Boss".
But obviously, there is no such possibility...
The invitation does not belong to any script story. Its biggest mechanism is elimination, and the background story only serves to serve the final elimination.
An Ji, who had attended the invitational party, clearly told Qianye about this.
"An Zhan will not lie to me on this point. He will leave me with other places to use. He will let me live."
Qianye knew that An Yue had allowed himself to die in the invitation party.
There is no benefit to it.
If he wanted to kill himself, then An could just find an opportunity to kill himself when he entered the "apartment building" last time to perform a rescue mission...
There's no need to go to that trouble.
but.
If Ann didn't lie to herself, then what happened to Robert and Charles?
Why did they develop the disease they knew about after they came out of "Sick Girl Boss"?
Qianye couldn't figure it out.
He couldn't control his emotions as well as Charles.
Even if I try my best not to reveal anything.
But after Charles finished speaking, he still let the other party discover his problem...
"I guess you are wondering how this disease was infected, right?"
Charles didn't guess the point.
But in reality it’s not much different.
Qianye drank the cup of cold coffee in one gulp. The extremely bitter taste rolled from the tip of his tongue, then passed through his throat and was swallowed into his stomach.
It tasted similar to traditional Chinese medicine. He didn't understand why so many people liked to drink it...
Add sugar if needed.
It is better to drink sugar water directly and taste the sweetness directly.
"Mr. Charles, tell me, how did I get the symptoms I have?"
This is part of the mission.
Understand the source of your own brain problems.
On the premise of getting a solution to prevent this thing from getting worse, Qianye felt that he should complete the task first...
"I don't know about this. If you want to try your luck, you can go to the town and see if there is a fortune teller. She might be able to give you some spiritual comfort."
The way Charles talks is very similar to Robert.
They all seemed to be immersed in role-playing. Whether it was their demeanor or mental performance, Qianye once wondered whether they were actually the victims.
Or is it an NPC...
"There are no NPCs in the invitation meeting. What they know should be from the envelope tasks, and the performance should just happen to be their specialty. Maybe in reality, they are just acting or something like that."
Qianye found an explanation in her heart for the two of them.
And when he listened to Charles's answer, he also breathed out heavily: "I don't think spiritual comfort can help me much. What I'm encountering now is a matter related to my own life safety."
"No way, this is the price you pay for your arrogance..."
Charles mentioned it casually.
However, Qianye caught the key words in just such a sentence.
"Arrogant?"
He expressed doubts.
"Yeah, if you weren't greedy, how could you be infected." Charles put his right hand on the sofa and tapped his index finger rhythmically.
Under his thick glasses.
It seems that he still feels sorry for Chino and Robert for doing bad things.
"If it weren't for greed, Robert would have a beautiful family of his own now. He wouldn't know me, and he wouldn't work on that broken piano all day long."
"I think now he should have become a doctor as his parents expected... He has been very smart since he was a child, so this is not a problem for him."
"Wait a minute." Charles' muttering made Qianye feel that something was wrong, and he interrupted what he was about to say.
Charles had to swallow the unfinished words in his stomach.
He looked at Qianye: "What's wrong?"
"You just kept mentioning greed and arrogance...is it because these things are related to my illness?"
"What if?"
Charles gave it up.
He pointed to one of the bookcases in this room, with a very conspicuous and thick book placed on it.
There are two big words written on the side of the book - Desire.
Then he turned around and continued to speak to Qianye.
"If it wasn't for greed, how could you have been infected?"
"Although I don't know the circumstances under which you were infected, you must have met that person."