Chapter 2134: Chapter 2129: Confinement (Part 3)
Thatâs right, it was already a bit late.
As the woman in uniform provided an answer, Fu Qian naturally glanced to the side.
The metal structure was already a little rusty, and the small alarm clock placed directly on the ground clearly hadnât been set for an 8 oâclock alarm.
Perhaps it had been set earlier, but it hadnât worked either.
"Youâre late."
During this process, the woman in uniform also glanced over and, a moment later, coldly reminded him.
"Yes, Iâm late."
With a gentle demeanor, Fu Qian nodded, still sitting calmly.
"...Arenât you going to leave quickly?"
This unexpected demeanor even made the woman in uniform feel a bit uncomfortable under his gaze.
Instinctively tightening her coat, she couldnât help but avert her gaze, puzzled by Fu Qianâs reaction.
"Not urgently, as I just said, I canât remember what Iâm supposed to do."
With an unchanged expression, Fu Qian provided an irrefutable reason while lowering his gaze to her exposed knees.
"So have you remembered why youâre wearing this uniform? As I mentioned earlier, itâs confirmed that I wanted you to help me with an IV."
What appeared to be a normal morning after a hangover was filled with strangeness, and the mission target still hadnât appeared.
In such circumstances, Fu Qian wasnât in a rush to head out for the "important task" and preferred to immerse himself in observing the local customs more deeply.
...
Even though it was confirmed that the peculiar outfit was completely covered by the coat, Fu Qianâs scrutiny still seemed to cause the woman in uniform strong discomfort.
And this discomfort became suddenly more intense as she instinctively followed his line of questioning.
"Sorry, I canât recall the details either."
Her face went red and then pale, but the woman in uniform, who should have gained some insight, shook her head stubbornly.
"I have to leave now."
Moreover, she even abandoned the idea of holding him accountable and hurriedly started putting on her shoes to leave.
"Do you have something at eight as well?"
Fu Qian didnât stop her as he spoke, his gaze falling on her shoes.
They were white, styled very formally, matching the colors of her uniform inside, yet they complemented the coat outside better.
"Do you have something else?"
The woman in uniform stiffened, seemingly unaccustomed to Fu Qian speaking in this tone.
She glanced up at Fu Qian, facing this calm yet oppressive atmosphere, and finally refused to be weak, subtly biting her lip as she retorted.
"Of course, I doâ"
Unfortunately, Fu Qianâs reaction remained so smooth as if he had anticipated her response.
Beepâ
However, this resilience eventually received a payoff.
Before Fu Qianâs words were finished, his question was interrupted by a close-range siren.
Right outside the door, directly facing the window, the likelihood of it being a reminder for those inside was very high.
"...Your important matter might have arrived."
And startled, the woman in uniformâs expression was one of great relief.
Swiftly putting on her shoes, she took the opportunity to head to the door, and without waiting for a response from Fu Qian, opened it directly.
"Mr. Huck..."
Though clearly prepared to rush out without a word, she froze at the sight before her, instinctively greeting him.
"Good morning, Tina."
And a listless response followed, not expressing any embarrassing surprise, not even asking if there was anyone inside.
...
This should be his partner.
Although throughout the process, only his neck seemed to move, it didnât hinder Fu Qianâs speculation.
The woman in uniform was named Tina, and she knew the person outside.
Her tone of greeting carried an unconscious respect, reminiscent of facing someone reputable.
That combined with the noticeably aged voice certainly matched the description of his partner, likely a locally seasoned police officer.
It was clear that, as a newcomer, Fu Qian had missed some sort of appointment, prompting Mr. Huckâs personal visit.
As for how he verified the professionâthere was a whole set of dark uniforms hanging on the coat stand besides Tinaâs coat.
Judging by the style, it wasnât the same as the one Tina wore, nor was it an art piece.
Moreover, under the recliner within armâs reach, Fu Qian already felt a hefty gun.
"Sorry, Iâm late. Iâll be ready right away."
By this point, Fu Qian finally stood up, lifted the weapon, and called out to the outside.
"Then I wonât come down."
The conversation was very smooth, and Huck outside naturally replied, confirming that Fu Qian was indeed holding up their "important matter."
And on one hand, there was no trace of blame in the tone, while on the other, it was listless, which made it evident it was just a statement, never intending to get out of the car.
"You just mentioned... there was something else?"
In the back-and-forth conversation, Tina, who originally hurried to leave, hesitated for a moment before returning and softly inquired about Fu Qianâs last remark.
"Yes, help me remove the needle, you can even take it with you."
Understanding that she likely did not want to leave step by step in such a state in front of acquaintances, Fu Qian naturally gestured to his left hand.
Uh...
It was apparent that the request was somewhat unexpected, yet indisputably reasonable.
Tina hesitated only for a moment before resigning herself to the task.
...
Indeed, her skills were proficient.
Almost without feeling any pain, the needle was quickly removed, and Fu Qian flexed his slightly numb hand, again confirming Tinaâs professionalism.
With such a skillset, there was no need to emphasize it through attireâ
"Your hat."
The next moment, he pointed to Tinaâs head, offering a friendly reminder.
Ahâ
Suddenly realizing something, Tina let out a slightly lower-pitched scream and, halfway through, covered her mouth with her hand.
Fumbling to remove the hat from her head, she was blushing unquestionably.
While cautiously covering her body, she had been wearing such a hat the entire time, easily imagining what image it portrayed.
If she walked out like that, no semblance of composure or language could conceal the embarrassment.
Luckily, there was a reminder, but it seemed it wasnât given promptly enough...
"You can leave together or stay here a bit longer; it doesnât matter."
Facing Tinaâs somewhat emotionally complex gaze, Fu Qian remained amiable, his expression unwavering.
"It doesnât matter whether youâre in uniform or not."
Before Tina could respond, Huckâs listless voice continued from outside.
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