Chapter 581 Noisy (5)

"What happened? Did I fall asleep?"

"Where is this? Don't touch me!"

"Why are you here at the police station?"

"What? Of course I remember what I did. Is drinking coffee illegal?"

"...It's not illegal to dance in a cafe, right?"

"The table... seems to be the case."

"I'm sorry I was wrong..."

"Sorry, I don't have money to compensate the cafe..."

…

This mission is really full of confrontation!

Fu Qian, who was parasitic on the purple-haired young man in a special state, was leisurely catching messages one after another.

At this moment, he was in a new experience that he had never had before.

It was completely different from the imaginary possession. From Fu Qian's point of view, it was almost a dormant feeling deep in the soul.

The five senses are suppressed to the greatest extent, and it is almost impossible to perceive anything.

Including the contents he heard above, they were actually just fragments that appeared in front of him one by one, rather than real hearing.

This kind of information fragments from the host, if you are willing before paying, you can choose to connect them with your consciousness, and you can hear the information.

This is why he only heard the voice of the victim, Brother Zimao.

Because for Brother Zimao, this is undoubtedly the strongest piece of information.

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The days of parasitism are really boring. Fortunately, we have always been free from desires.

In addition, although it is only a few words, it is enough to piece together some information.

First of all, there is no doubt that Brother Zimao was sent to the police station after falling asleep.

And calculating the time, it should be true that as Mr. Camus expected, the nightkeeper had already locked onto him.

After they finished parasitizing themselves, they arrived not long after.

The reason for this judgment is very simple. In Brother Zimao's previous state of excitement, it was almost impossible to fall asleep naturally so quickly.

Not to mention that after waking up, he was still mentally normal and did not enter a state of depression.

There is no doubt that a transcendent person arrived and dealt with it, and then comforted him.

Based on the information mentioned by Mr. Camus, the current situation is that the Native Parliament is planning some actions in Nice.

At the same time, the night guards were also alert to this and were ready.

Therefore, it is obvious that he has fallen into the undercurrent of the game between the two major forces, and his subsequent actions must be more cautious.

This is why Pay Qian is so low-key.

In fact, if he wanted to, it was not impossible to improve his control over Brother Zimao and obtain more information, but he did not choose to do so.

As a means for Mr. Camus to escape pursuit, this parasitic state is undoubtedly extremely concealable, so high that he is confident enough to deceive the night watchman.

However, according to the information obtained through insight, increased control over the host will inevitably reflect one's own will, which means a higher chance of exposure.

It is said that when you observe others, it will also increase the probability of others observing you.

And even though it sounded like he was in an ordinary police station, he didn't think that the night watchman who was specifically targeting Camus wouldn't have some investigation methods.

Maybe now we have created a seemingly safe environment to lure the snake out of its hole.

Therefore, Fu Qian showed great patience, restrained himself to the maximum extent, and completely sealed himself in a small dark room.

…

"When can I leave?"

"Is it okay if I give you money? But I don't have any money!"

"The three of them don't have any money."

"Actually, I feel that today is very abnormal. I suspect that the boss has spiked the coffee with stimulants. I also want to ask for compensation."

"So you capture him first... Oh, have you already captured him?"

"Look, the boss has said that we should each take a step back and not hold each other accountable."

"Can I go now?"

"Not yet? Are you being reasonable?"

"I'm sorry, I was really wrong..."

…

Even the cafe owner was imprisoned here?

Sure enough, on the surface it was because a group of people were making trouble to maintain law and order, but in fact they wanted to monitor it.

Fu Qian, who was lurking, continued what the analyst Zimao said, and was very satisfied with his previous caution.

He was almost certain that there was still a night watcher squatting next to him, waiting for these victims to behave abnormally.

This is undoubtedly a time for patience.

…

"Frank."

"23 years old."

"He's from Rialto next door. He just arrived today."

"Yeah, we're here for the Hustle Festival."

"Yes, yes, I know it's not right to yell and scream before tomorrow night."

"...I'm sorry I really don't have the money to pay the fine. We just hitchhiked even here."

…

Um?

Next, it can be seen that Brother Zimao, who has not yet been freed, has undergone a considerable transformation in his character in a short period of time after clearly realizing the current situation, and he is answering questions with an extremely upright attitude.

From his discussion, Fu Qian quickly discovered an interesting vocabulary.

Hustle Festival?

Is there actually a special festival for it? A day for everyone to yell?

And it's obviously a bit famous, and it actually attracts tourists from other places.

Fu Qian clearly remembered that the condition for completing his mission was to completely eliminate Hamadus before the commotion ended.

Why do you think it has something to do with this bustling festival, not to mention that the person he called before was Hamadus.

Sure enough, patience always pays off, and everything fell into place.

…

"Can we really go?"

"Great, thank you very much."

"Ah? If you don't leave Dunis tomorrow, will you have to come back again at noon?"

"No, no, I have no objection!"

…

"It's finally out."

"What do you mean, why should you blame me? Didn't you say you should relax when you come out to play, and you didn't serve the table?"

"I'm the first one, that's right. I don't know why I got so excited all of a sudden."

"Who are you……"

"Have you seen the old man drinking coffee...wait, who are you? Do I know you?

"Why did they fall asleep again?"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong... I thought for a while that there was such a person, but I really don't know where he went..."

…

With another sorry, Fu Qian realized that his parasite did not make any more sound for a long time.

After a colorful day, Brother Frank seemed to be deeply affected and fell into a long silence.

about there.

In the silence, the dormant subconscious mind stirred, and the awareness spread outward a little.

Soon, he gained something called vision from an approximate second-person perspective.

The first thing that came into his field of vision was the boundary between the sky and the sea not far away.

Underneath her buttocks was a curved coastal embankment, with three people sleeping crookedly on the faded benches.

Frank, the only one who was still conscious, was holding his knees with his hands, staring at a retreating figure, deeply doubting life.