What perfect timing!
A familiar flash of light, and the next moment Fu Qian found himself back in the interrogation room.
"Can you hear me?"
Looking at Kelly, who had asked the question, and Brook beside her, Fu Qian nodded.
"Looks like I don't need to introduce myself?"
His expression made Kelly relax with relief.
"No need, Dr. Kelly Randa."
Fu Qian even took his time saying her full name.
"Your memories have finally become coherent this time."
Kelly sounded rather pleased.
"Did you find anything?"
"I did, actually."
Fu Qian didn't hide anything. He recounted what had happened to him at the museum.
"So you're telling me that the source of this disaster wasn't a virus at all, but some kind of invisible insect?"
The smile on Kelly's face faded as she listened. Brook went so far as to slap his pen down on the table.
"It's only a possibility!"
Fu Qian sounded quite modest.
"Is that hard to believe?"
"Shouldn't you be able to tell for yourself?"
Kelly's expression had turned completely cold.
"If this isn't a prank, we may need to evaluate your mental state again."
"Of course, there is one thing you got right."
The next moment, Kelly picked up the file, took out a few photographs, and laid them in front of Fu Qian.
They showed several desiccated corpses.
"We found these in the museum. Unfortunately, there were no survivors inside."
"And I'm sure you're familiar with one of the deceased."
"Shen Yuan. I know."
"Good. In that case, I don't suppose you'll deny that you went there together?"
"To be precise, she was my driver."
"...So your colleague and driver entered the museum, was decapitated shortly afterward, and you wandered around outside, perfectly unharmed, for quite some time?"
"Is this what you call your