Chapter 1441 Artificial Existence Core (IX)

Just admit it?

It can be seen that Brother Nowell, who was just entrusted to search everywhere, was shocked again by Fu Qian's cooperation.

Compared with those charlatans who were full of nonsense, this guy named Gorrimshaw was really a little different.

"Look everywhere."

Compared with the young police officer, his senior's reaction was obviously not so intense, and he still reminded him in the tone of not having slept well.

"Okay."

Although he sounded weak, Nowell obviously respected this senior very much, and he immediately reflected on himself and started to busy himself.

"You can call me Tommy."

After arranging the partner, the older policeman looked back at Fu Qian again, and even introduced himself at the first time.

"So please continue, Mr. Gorrimshaw."

"Why did you deceive that customer, and how did you deceive him?"

"First of all, there are no bugs on Claire's body. That's just an illusion I made."

Fu Qian's cooperation level can be called the level of seeking a reduced sentence, and he showed his left hand while speaking.

"The purpose is to make her believe that she is filthy and cooperate with my treatment."

"So since she has no problem, why should she cooperate with the treatment?"

Although he was looking in Fu Qian's direction, Tommy's expression seemed to be wandering, making people wonder how much he had heard.

But Fu Qian would not doubt that although this brother Tommy in front of him was just an ordinary person, and even his old age and lack of energy were not pretended, he was definitely one of the most difficult law enforcement officers.

You can tell from the content of his questions.

This seemingly stupid question has a very clear meaning behind it-Tommy does not believe that he did this for money.

He wanted to know why he had to go to such lengths to let Claire take the bottle back.

"It's simple. Claire's husband is not as lucky as her. The person I need to treat is not Mrs. Weasley, but Mr. Weasley."

"Do you know him?"

Although it seems like a self-excuse, Tommy's eyes on the opposite side are more spirited.

"I don't know him."

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"I haven't seen him. Just based on a few words from his family, you know there's something wrong?"

Although they had already found the restroom, Nowell, who had obviously been listening, finally couldn't help but interrupt.

And his question was obviously very to the point, so his partner Tommy didn't mind it, just looking at Fu Qian hoping to give an answer.

"Yes, because of my profession, I can communicate with a higher-dimensional perspective."

Pointing to the top of his head, Fu Qian was very poised.

"The lady who reported me shouldn't have told you much about what Mr. Weasley did?"

Fu Qian was quite sure about this. From Claire's reluctance to reveal her husband's name, it can be seen that they should be well-known figures in this area.

Rendering the atmosphere, dispelling doubts, and guiding her to tell the secrets, it is likely that even if she reports it, she will not reveal too much to the police officers-although he will definitely not help keep it confidential.

This is human nature.

"She only mentioned that her husband has been behaving strangely lately."

The mission description was correct. Given the excessively strong charlatan atmosphere in Los, not only the night watchmen, but even the local police were somewhat desensitized to this aspect.

The high-dimensional perspective did not seem to cause any ripples in the emotions of the two policemen. Nowell, who was checking the toilet tank, even looked disdainful.

Older people were still more polite. Facing Fu Qian's cooperative attitude, Tommy revealed a little information in reverse for the first time.

"She was very worried, so she wanted to get help, and then she met you."

"Of course there is nothing wrong with saying that, but some details may be a bit exaggerated."

Fu Qian nodded and listened, while casually describing the performance of Mr. Lick's licker in the middle of the night.

...

Obviously, even for this charlatan city, Mr. Lick's actions were a bit curious.

For a moment, not only Nowell listened attentively, but even Tommy, who was sitting opposite, wrinkled his already old face even more.

"The reporter did not mention this... So this is the reason for your diagnosis?"

After a little thought, Tommy nodded very inconspicuously.

"I never understand the logic of you people... But there is a simple question, why don't you say it directly instead of using such means?"

"Even if you use such means, Claire still doesn't have enough confidence to support her to bring the bottle to her husband, but give it to you."

With a slight smile, Fu Qian sighed with the spirit of saving all living beings.

"If you give it to her directly, what do you think is the probability that she will accept it?"

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

While Tommy was thinking, Nowell had gone and returned, seemingly with nothing.

"I just think she doesn't have the courage to keep carrying it."

Gentling politely and inviting him to sit down, Fu Qian said that he was just speculating.

"Maybe someone of you is studying the bottle right now. Although it's hard for you to believe, to be honest, it doesn't matter if you drink it directly."

"It's like holy water that purifies evil."

Tommy added at the right time, indicating that he fully understood Fu Qian's meaning.

"Anything else?"

"And...if you treat one more person, you can get double the reward."

Fu Qian pointed to the business card in the other party's hand.

"In any case, as a business behavior, striving for higher pay is a respect for it."

"I have to say, if your colleagues can be as honest as you, our work will be much easier."

Tommy glanced at his partner who had gained nothing.

"There is an additional small question. What would happen if Mr. Weasley did not receive your treatment?"

"It's hard to say, he might die."

Fu Qian did not exaggerate the consequences and continued to comment truthfully.

"Then drinking your medicine can save his life? This kind of rhetoric finally sounds like your colleagues."

"It's not that easy."

Fu Qian waved his hands repeatedly, denying Tommy's praise.

"He might still die, but it will help him die more cleanly."

...

It can be seen that even an experienced Tommy was still moved by the honesty of this answer, and he didn't know how to comment for a while.

But after all, he was experienced, so he quickly chose to give up commenting and gestured to Fu Qian's seat.

"Mind if Nowell checks it?"

"Of course not."

Fu Qian stood up and gave the place to the young man.

The result is obvious. Even though Nowell has checked very carefully and wanted to lick it all the way, there is no way that the secret box is here.

"It's OK."

Tommy quickly realized this and stopped his partner and looked at Fu Qian again.

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

"That's easy."

Fu Qian laughed and a black and red vortex flashed in his palm.

"That's not an illusion, but an extraordinary power." (End of this chapter)