Chapter 2319 - 2314: Inventory (Part 1)

Chapter 2319: Chapter 2314: Inventory (Part 1)

[Entering containment scene 2-013]

[Current SAN Points: 185]

[Due to carrying limits, you cannot take additional items]

[Due to carrying limits, most damage will not be repaired after task completion]

[Select the Skill you want to carry]

As shown, overemphasizing work attire often turns out to be pointless.

With Fu Qian’s confirmation, a series of prompts appeared soon.

Compared to last time, there’s clearly no improvement.

Inspiration is still lacking, and the only choice is the "Abandonment King."

Of course, as a task numbered 2, the warehouse didn’t enforce restrictive operations, which is somewhat comforting.

Moreover, the illusory image appearing in the warehouse this time seems clear, just this design... a loop?

Fu Qian knows that Mysticism doesn’t quite match the term, but as someone with some driving experience, he can’t help associating the pattern in front of him with everyday life.

The design really resembles it, although there are only two lanes.

Silently commenting, Fu Qian expertly selects and confirms the Skill.

[...8%...13%...21%...34%...55%...89%...100%, containment scene loaded]

[The road is beneath your feet, you are on the road.

This is one of the two things you can confirm at this moment.

And the other point is that you are lost.

Everything ahead is so unfamiliar, as if seeing it for the first time.

Though originally planned, this was a familiar old road]

...

Is it really related to transportation? Even getting lost from the start.

But emphasizing how unfamiliar it feels seems unnecessary?

After all, inheriting character memories is a rare occurrence for me; how many times haven’t I faced unfamiliar scenes at the start of tasks?

This task introduction seems rather brief, including core information, seeming like just a lost traveler.

However, as a professional, Fu Qian easily spots something peculiar from it.

And then this situation, combined with the task introduction’s mention of the old road, sounds somewhat contradictory.

Curious, the scene shifts, the appearance of the old road already displaying before him.

"What do you want to buy?"

Before seeing the person, he hears the voice, and first comes a questioning greeting.

...

The voice’s owner clearly isn’t pleased.

Like a shopkeeper, not selling anything all day, finally facing a customer, only to have them stand dumbstruck at the counter without speaking—

Fu Qian looked up towards the direction of the voice.

Indeed, there’s a counter, and there is indeed a person behind it.

Just by appearance alone, there is indeed an air of unjust customer assault.

About forty or fifty, it’s a middle-aged man in a checkered shirt.

Skin turning red from sun exposure, hair, and beard are quite lush, seemingly well-groomed.

Face appears relatively lean, with noticeable wrinkles.

However, an overly large belly suggests slight metabolic decline—and that he cares about this detail.

"What on earth... do you want to buy?"

As Fu Qian’s gaze lands on the abdomen area, the second question directly triggers, the store owner’s face even reddening further.

Interesting...

Fu Qian withdraws the offending gaze, turning to the display behind—

Cigarettes and alcohol, truly a classic setup.

Not many varieties present, indicating likely few regular customers, matching the owner’s current mental state.

Items placed slightly further away lean towards travel versions, tying in with the task introduction—but his appearance doesn’t look suited for long journeys.

While observing, Fu Qian doesn’t delay a self-examination through the Reflection on the display.

Conclusion: The warehouse seems increasingly perfunctory.

Not in true form, first glance suggests a face reshaped.

Yet a closer look reveals simply some modifications on the base, to the point it seems less academic, more youthful.

Even the attire isn’t the business suit from earlier, yet still worn seriously, not appearing suited for travel.

Even the store owner doesn’t show courtesy due to this pure appearance.

After asking a second time without another word, two direct gazes pierce through like blades, delivering a cold signal—what are you looking at?

Such a signal is easily interpreted by Fu Qian.

"What do you think... I want to buy?"

And as widely known, not acknowledging would be unwise, Fu Qian momentarily smiles and responds in a similar tone.

...

What are you looking at?

Some concealed polite expression, evidently received by the other party.

Fu Qian watched as though a bloodline rose from the checkered-shirt store owner’s neck, entirely covering his already red face.

"I think maybe some anti-bleeding supplies... you know, accidents happen."

Yet it seems his age doubled the counterpart’s, the store owner did not grab the hand saw but instead took a deep breath, genuinely proposing a suggestion to Fu Qian’s query.

Feeling the "try again"energy.

Fu Qian naturally grasps the deeper implication, next moment, he truly moves aside, picking up a palm-sized cloth bag.

Opening it casually, first sight locks onto the bandage within.

Merely a street-side shop, having such a simple first-aid kit counts as decent, not expecting things like tourniquets.

Other items, though limited, collectively suffice for an emergency situation.

"Anything else?"

Returning and humbly accepting advice, Fu Qian continues seeking suggestions.

Even during this process, he takes out the first-aid kit’s contents one by one, arranging them on the counter.

...

Fu Qian’s actions, presumably ensuring nothing extra is hidden.

Though as his actions unfold, it feels like repeatedly pressing a button lowering the temperature.

With peripheral vision, it’s easy to notice just one prior statement heated up the face, now losing color swiftly, with temporary silence.

"Do you think anything else is missing?"

Yet Fu Qian persists, waiting until the green first-aid bag empties, looking up again, smiling while continuing inquiries.

"Should be enough..."

Finally unable to remain silent, the checkered-shirt store owner’s next words hold a noticeable warmth of commerce, even nodding to affirm.

"Sure? Think again."

Fu Qian, however, remains cautious, urging more thought.

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