Chapter 1343 Late Night Snacks and Sleepless People

Amira was visibly flattered by the care shown to the returning tenants.

She was sitting by the window meditating, but she was still sitting there after hearing this.

However, the stiffness of his body instantly increased, and while he did not say a word, he even clenched his fists in 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 and stared at the part that was not covered by the coat. Amira's eyes flickered for a while and then she finally spoke, her voice obviously dry.

"I got a little injured on 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.

…

night shift? Injuried?

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 though he was faced with the projections of many abandoned sons at that time, he 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 fragmented, and it is definitely not 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 Union Temple, it is still difficult to believe that a saint can do this.

And what does night shift mean?

Did he regard escaping from imprisonment 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."

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 done 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 remember 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?"

…

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."

Fu Qian never let her go again.

"Of course, regardless of the purpose, I still need to praise you for not messing with my food, and it doesn't seem to disturb Mrs. Harper's rest."

As he spoke, he filled his mouth with another piece of snack.

"Honestly... I don't know why I'm here."

With the approval from the shepherd, Amira finally sighed helplessly.

"Even if we bump into each other like this, the only way is to be silenced. I can only say that I lost my head."

As she spoke, she unconsciously looked at the plate again because of Fu Qian's movements.

At a glance, you could tell that it had been there for a while, but the sound of the other person's chewing with excessive enjoyment was actually inexplicably infectious.

The human heart is so wonderful, and in response to the wonderful situation in front of us, there is actually saliva flowing out of the mouth.

"Be optimistic, remember what I said? Self-doubt is the first step to sublimation."

He swallowed what was in his mouth and said some words of relief before paying, indicating that his behavior might 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?"

…

"Is it the truth that I am actually a blind lamb?"

Fu Qian has always been easy to deal with when it comes to misleading people's children.

It was obvious that after several miracles and repeated questioning, Amira, the rookie of the cult appointed by Pfeiffer, had almost been deceived.

Her 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 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. Do you want some?"

"No... no need."

Amira, whose mind was ravaged, waved her hands repeatedly, being 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?"

Fu Qian looked strange.

...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 was your injury? Where are the people over there?"

"I 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? If he cared about him, he would be in trouble.

After a quick reflection after being reminded, Amira realized that the question was rash.

"Then I-"

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. That's not enough to wake you up. Sometimes this is very helpless."

The snacks were all gone, so he put down his fork before interrupting Amira.

"Have you ever felt this way among the many nightmares you've experienced?"

With the previous foreshadowing, this sentence seemed to deeply touch Amira, her eyes blurred as she fell into memories.

"You won't kill me...so can I 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.

"Come on Ms. Amira, I hope you find the answer or question soon."

…

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 an appropriate incentive to show 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 make sense, but when time is tight, it never hurts to be more motivated.

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.