Chapter 1344 The Fallen Empire (1)

What a trustworthy landlord!

He picked up the envelope with his name on it and sighed inwardly before paying it.

This is naturally the purpose of coming back. A new day has arrived, and there is still one missing task for this week.

The so-called getting off work is to go to work better.

Just like yesterday, the sealing red wax was still intact and there were no signs of folding. The letter was carefully preserved.

There is no doubt that this was left by Mrs. Harper. In fact, the few minutes she waited just now were just to give this operator time.

After discovering that the tenant's behavior was suspicious, and even officials were secretly investigating, the tenant finally adhered to his principles.

Not only did he not hand over this personal item, he even delivered it as soon as it was convenient for him to receive it.

…

Of course Mrs. Harper had not slept just now, and she was breathing too steadily just like last time.

Amira, who thought she was careful, was also deceived like last time.

But that person was also a talent, and the only open window clearly showed no signs of climbing. Unexpectedly, as a decent rookie from a well-known family, he was also well versed in the art of roosters and dogs.

All in all, Mrs. Harper clearly had a sense of what was going on upstairs.

After confirming that Amira left, she immediately put the letter outside.

But at the same time, she obviously didn't want to get involved too deeply and let the nature of her behavior cross the line, so she didn't knock on the door to remind him.

The old lady really has a good grasp of the principles and propriety in dealing with others.

Of course, the warehouse's skill in this aspect is as reassuring as ever.

In admiration, he opened the letter politely before paying.

[Warning, leakage accident]

[Today’s work content has been updated. You can choose whether to enter the containment scene and complete the containment again]

[There will be no penalty for abandoning the mission, and 1 san point will be consumed each time you enter]

It is still a thin piece of paper, and the content on it is no different from yesterday.

Even the difference below is not big.

Fu Qian glanced at it and took note of the cross crossings in a different order. He went straight downstairs without making any cover-up moves.

…

The weather was not very good, the night was darker than before, and so were the scars on his body.

So far, the passage of life shows no signs of slowing down, and the countdown remains unchanged.

Walking on the street with falling rain, Fu Qian squinted at the slightly dim starry sky.

After exploring the world in the painting, the nature of this world has to be said to be more intriguing.

From the beginning of doubting the nightmare, to later confirming the reality.

The conclusion of the investigation earlier today is that it seems that the Pope was born from the curse of time and withered away in the wash.

But currently, it seems that her traces in this world have not completely disappeared.

This makes people curious about how she interacts with it.

And what is the relationship with the stars?

Obviously if this could be figured out, it would help identify her, or where her remains are today.

But what's more obvious is that he has no clue at the moment, and he doesn't even have much time.

This does not mean that there is no way to deal with the negative state of the body. No matter how you look at it, this effect is related to the essential attributes of the world. If you directly reversely activate the extremely hungry infection and go back, you will most likely be able to get rid of it.

But just to have a connection, to share such an exaggerated blood collapse, no matter how you think about it, the witch's state is worrying, and it is not surprising that she will be completely wiped out in the next second.

Not to mention that the long-simmering nightmare corridor problem needs to be solved first.

To sum up, with less than twenty-four hours left, it is most likely the only chance for escort.

Unfortunately, there are not many clues at present, and even the value of the two organizations has been violently squeezed.

Therefore, the additional action opportunity of the warehouse mission must be checked no matter what.

…

[Name: Dark Branch, Number 1-119]

[Today’s work has begun and we are entering the 1-119 containment scene]

[The current san value is 104, the current inspiration is 99]

While thinking about it, Fu Qian quickly completed the shuttle in accordance with the order in the letter at a very low-key speed.

Facts have proved that this method may seem weird, but it is quite reliable. The moment you take the last step, your eyes become illusory again.

[…8%…13%…21%…34%…55%…89%…100%, the containment scene is loaded]

In the familiar loading prompt, the screen in front of you flows steadily.

Fu Qian's first feeling was that there was a cold restraint on his originally free feet.

Good news, there are no restrictions on ability items.

The bad news is, just like last time, there is still no mission introduction.

Even worse news, this time even the containment conditions were not immediately available.

Of course, they are nothing compared to the fourth message - life is still passing by.

That's right, even though he has changed his appearance and there is not even a trace of scar on his body, the feeling of blood pumping has not weakened at all.

Is the priority of this negative status too high?

With emotion, Fu Qian quickly looked around.

The size of the bedroom is a square space with no obstructions.

The only furniture in the corner was the toilet and the bed, and more than one restraint belt could be seen around the latter, which was welded to the ground.

This overly classic configuration is coupled with three windowless stone walls and fine metal railings on the front.

Has he finally been brought to justice for his many evil deeds?

Sighing, the sky net was restored, and he stepped forward with his feet up.

The cold restraints on my feet just now were actually a pair of heavy metal shackles.

Tightly tied around the ankles, the shackles ended with an iron chain connected to the equally heavy bed.

"It's too cruel for ordinary people, but not enough for extraordinary people."

Commenting to himself, he looked up and down the railing in front of him before finally finding a spot with a slightly better reflective effect and looking at his reflection inside.

Brown hair, green eyes, medium build.

Wearing rough blue cloth clothes and trousers, the whole body is neatly tidied, and even the hair is combed meticulously.

On the clean-shaven face, the facial features look intelligent and gentle.

It seems a bit inconsistent for such an image to appear in such a place.

Fu Qian mobilized his facial features to create a more elegant and innocent smile, increasing the disharmony level by another fifty percent.

prison? madhouse? Psychiatric ward?

No matter what it is called externally, it is obviously a heavily guarded place.

The restraint method in this place is naturally heavy, so the role I play is probably an ordinary person - just like other inmates around me.

Outside the door is a corridor, and his cell is located at the classic end.

Going out along the corridor, I checked before paying that there was another row of people being imprisoned, and without exception they were ordinary people.

To him, this was clear information.

So the question now is...should the mission continue?