Chapter 1795: Vulgar Fear (Part 3)

Drops of dark red stained the slightly coquettish orange cuffs, which looked a bit like blood that had undergone a brief oxidation - or like being careless when drinking.

That's right, just like the confidence that he could mix wine that looked like blood, Fu Qian was also confident that as an ordinary person, he currently did not have the ability to tell the authenticity at a glance.

Clear self-awareness is a human virtue.

Blood, wine, or blood and wine, just a few traces to complete the identification directly, Fu Qian has never been so disrespectful of professional technology.

Although from a non-professional perspective, it seems that some answers can be obtained -

As a special guest, Fu Qian's abrupt actions undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention, including the parties involved.

And as he looked over and realized what he was looking at, Barts, who invited Fu Qian to come, acted like he was electrocuted and instantly pulled his hand back.

Tsk -

Even because of excessive force, the carefully prepared clothes were slightly damaged.

This overly classic performance is simply a perfect interpretation of the term "a guilty conscience".

And in the corner of his eyes, the two people next to him held their breath, and the air in the whole room was like a blockage.

Fu Qian was not the kind of person who cared about the atmosphere. For a moment, he just looked at Butters with interest. He didn't even look at his hands, but at the golden hair on his head.

It is said that when a person is too frightened, his hair will stand up one by one. Today, it can be said that he saw a perfect display.

Although it was not exaggerated to change the hairstyle, the smooth golden hair became less smooth at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You seem to have stained your sleeves when you drank."

The subtle scene lasted for about two seconds, and Fu Qian finally nodded and gestured to Butters.

"I believe you finally realized the harm of drinking?"

...

Although his speech was still clear, Butters was indeed drunk, and it was obvious that he had indulged himself before.

The other two were the same. Of course, the slightly better thing about them was that they didn't lose their coats.

It's not surprising. The theme of the party is often just to add a skin, and young people are most of the time passionate about the same things.

"Wolf, you must help me, I can't think of anyone else!"

Faced with the kind reminder from the front, Butters finally seemed to come to his senses, lowered his voice, and even felt a little breathless in his haste.

"I did drink a little too much just now, I didn't expect that guy to be so weak... and so unlucky to hit his head..."

Is he really playing a role like a scavenger on this trip?

Although Butters' words were not very organized, there was still a lot of information in them.

For example, when it comes to the front, it is easy to think of some classic plots-

The impulsive young people became more impulsive after drinking, and it was difficult to control their emotions and cause conflicts, and finally hurt people by mistake. After coming to their senses, they were completely panicked, making mistakes and even getting out of control...

Although it requires a relatively high degree of coincidence, it is a reasonable development.

The problem lies with me.

The calm and wise description in the task introduction already sounds a bit exaggerated. Judging from the current situation, how wise must one be to make the "friend" think of finding a minor to help clean up after suspected death?

This slightly abstract style of painting, when the warehouse created the character for itself, was it a bit too perfunctory that it was copied and pasted from somewhere else?

Or - the role he played was not a scavenger, but Don Quixote? While thinking silently, Fu Qian did not rush to respond, but looked around and found a paper bag and handed it to Butters.

...

Butters was a little dazed, but still subconsciously took the paper bag, put it on his mouth and nose to relax his breathing,

At the same time, Fu Qian also silently praised what he saw and heard along the way.

It can be seen that the party has been carefully prepared, the drinks are specially prepared, and the reaction of this "friend" is also very appropriate, fully showing the helplessness after doing bad things under the eyes of a group of people.

It's a pity that although he doesn't like to join in this kind of fun, Fu Qian has not forgotten what day it is today - April Fool's Day.

With such a concept, it is really hard not to add an extra filter when thinking, considering the possibility of pranks.

It may not be that all this was prepared specifically for him, but it seems possible to add an extra project on a whim, make up a reason to call people over, and then appreciate the crisis management of "professionals" together?

Just like the knight Rocinante who was deceived into dueling with the magician.

Of course, that would mean that "Mr. Wolf"'s character setting would have to include a severe second-year syndrome.

So that people would believe that he would really bring such a thing to himself for the sake of "friends".

Otherwise, as soon as Butters opened his mouth, he would be directly exchanged for a "can't handle it" and say goodbye, which would be a waste of the extras specially found.

Seeing Butters' breathing gradually stabilized, Fu Qian glanced at the two people next to him who had listened to his narration without showing any surprise, and frowned slightly.

"Is it because of such a small matter that I came here specifically? I can help you call the police at home."

Faced with a situation with multiple interpretations, he did not rush to confirm, but asked in line with Butters' abundant emotions.

It's just a severe second-year syndrome, what can't professionals do?

It's just a middle school way, which may be different from what you think.

…

In order to make the character image full, it is necessary to reflect the complexity of the personality.

As of now, the containment conditions have not yet appeared, and considering that we have just complained about the character issues in the warehouse, Fu Qian quickly decided to use the slightly complicated situation to give a good interpretation of the character of Mr. Wolf.

And sure enough, when faced with his response, not only Butters, but even the two people next to him looked like they had been severely shocked.

"...Stop joking!"

But even so, the two assistants remained silent and looked at Butters in unison, their eyes filled with the spirit of doubting everything and denying everything.

As for the latter, the paper bag's hard-earned relief effect almost failed at that moment, and the body even started to shake.

"We have very little time. It will be over soon here...and even before that, someone will come to check, and we-"

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Butters' words stopped abruptly. He glanced at him and turned back sharply, exchanging glances.

Obviously he didn't want to be disturbed in this conspiracy. The back door was already locked when Fu Qian came in just now.

"They should be here to find me."

In the tense atmosphere, Fu Qian, who had just said that he could help call the police, nodded, somewhat confidently. (End of chapter)