Chapter 1441 - 1439 Artificial Existence Core (9)

Chapter 1441: Chapter 1439 Artificial Existence Core (9)

Admitting it already?

Clearly, Novell was shocked once again by Fu Qian’s level of cooperation during his entrusted search.

Compared to those swindlers full of nonsense, Grimshaw truly seemed a bit different.

"Search everywhere."

Unlike the young police officer, his senior’s reaction was obviously less intense, reminding softly in a slightly drowsy tone.

"Alright."

Though he sounded somewhat lacking in energy, Novell showed great respect towards this elder and immediately began to busy himself searching around.

"You can call me Tommy."

After arranging his partner, the elder cop turned back to Fu Qian, even introducing himself first.

"So please, continue, Mr. Grimshaw."

"Why did you deceive that client, and how did you do it?"

"First of all, Claire didn’t have any bugs on her; it was just an illusion I created."

Fu Qian’s level of cooperation seemed almost campaign-worthy for reduced sentencing, revealing his left hand as he spoke.

"The goal was to make her believe she was entangled with filth to cooperate with my treatment."

"If she had no problem, then why cooperate with the treatment?"

Though looking towards Fu Qian, Tommy’s expression seemed as if his spirit was wandering elsewhere, making one doubt how much he truly understood.

But Fu Qian never doubted; Brother Tommy before him might only seem like an ordinary person, even physically weakened by age, but was undoubtedly one of the most difficult law enforcers to deal with.

The questions he posed revealed just a bit.

This seemingly stupid question had very clear implications - Tommy didn’t believe at all that money was his true motivation.

He wanted to know why Fu Qian would go to such lengths, convincing Claire to take that bottle back.

"It’s simple, Claire’s husband wasn’t as lucky as her, and it’s not Mrs. Wesley who needs treatment but Mr. Wesley."

"Do you know him?"

Though it seemed like a self-justification, a hint of gleam appeared in Tommy’s eyes.

"No."

...

"Never met him, just a few words from his family and you knew something was wrong?"

Though Novell had reached the restroom, it was obvious he’d been listening firmly all along and couldn’t hold back interjecting.

What he asked clearly hit a key point, causing his partner Tommy not to mind his intrusions, simply looking at Fu Qian hoping for an explanation.

"Yes, because professionally, I can communicate with a higher-dimensional perspective."

Pointing upwards, Fu Qian acted full of confidence.

"What Mr. Wesley did, the lady who reported me probably didn’t mention much to you?"

In this aspect, Fu Qian was quite certain. From Claire’s reluctance to reveal her husband’s name, it was clear they were likely prominent figures.

Building up the atmosphere, dispelling doubts, guiding the conversation until revealing secrets; most likely, even if she reported him, it wouldn’t be much revealed to the officers – though he definitely wouldn’t help keep it confidential.

Such is human nature.

"She just mentioned her husband’s recent strange behavior."

The introduction of the task wasn’t wrong; given the overly dense swindler aura of Los, not just the Night Watchman, but even local police had become somewhat desensitized to such matters.

The higher-dimensional perspective comment didn’t stir any ripples of emotion from the two officers, Novell checking the toilet tank with some disdain on his face.

Still, the elder was more polite, facing Fu Qian’s cooperative stance, Tommy first revealed a bit of information in reverse.free\.c o(m)

"She was very worried, hence sought help and then encountered you."

"That statement is indeed unobjectionable, although some details might seem a bit exaggerated."

Fu Qian nodded while listening, casually describing Mr. Lek’s midnight devouring behavior.

...

Clearly, even in this city of swindlers, Mr. Lek’s deeds were a bit peculiar.

At once, not only Novell listened intently, but even Tommy across him wrinkled his already aging face further.

"The informant indeed didn’t mention this... So this was your diagnosis rationale?"

With a slight thought, Tommy subtly nodded.

"I’ve always found your type’s logic hard to grasp... But there’s a simple question, why resort to such means instead of just saying it directly?"

"Even using such means, Claire didn’t have enough confidence to ensure she’d take that bottle to her husband, but gave it to you instead."

Smiling slightly, Fu Qian sighed with an air of universality.

"If given directly to her, how likely do you think she’d take it?"

"How do you know she gave it to us?"

As Tommy pondered, Novell had already returned empty-handed.

"I just figured she wouldn’t have the courage to keep it with her."

Politely inviting him to sit, Fu Qian noted it was mere speculation on his part.

"Perhaps even now someone amongst you is studying that bottle; honestly, though difficult to convince you, that drink doesn’t matter at all."

"Just like holy water purifying evil."

Tommy chimed in timely, indicating full understanding of Fu Qian.

"Anything else?"

"Certainly... Treating one more person doubles the reward."

Fu Qian pointed at the card in his hand.

"Whatever the case, as a commercial act, striving for greater compensation is its respect."

"I must admit, if your peers were as frank as you, our work would be much easier."

Tommy glanced at his empty-handed partner.

"An extra minor question, if Mr. Wesley didn’t receive your treatment, what would happen?"

"Hard to say, perhaps he’d die."

Without exaggerating the consequences, Fu Qian provided a candid evaluation.

"Then drinking your potion would save his life? This claim starts to sound like your peers."

"It’s not that easy."

Fu Qian waved his hand, dismissing Tommy’s exaggerated praise.

"There’s still a chance he might die, just helps die cleanly."

...

Clearly, even seasoned like Tommy, was moved by the candidness of this answer, unsure how to comment.

However, being seasoned himself, he quickly opted to avoid commentary, signaling Fu Qian’s seat.

"Mind letting Novell check it?"

"Certainly not."

Fu Qian readily stood up, handing over the spot to the young man.

The outcome was obvious, even with Novell’s meticulous checks, seemingly licking it clean, the concealed compartment wasn’t there.

"That’s it."

Quickly realizing this, Tommy halted his partner while looking at Fu Qian again.

"So how did you do it? What Claire saw as an illusion."

"That’s simple enough."

Fu Qian chuckled, a black-red vortex appeared briefly in his palm.

"It wasn’t an illusion, but transcendent power."

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