Beauty (Eleven)
The room, no longer pristine white, fell silent for quite some time.
In these circumstances, Fu Qian didn't rush to speak. Instead, he placed the enormous turkey head on the bed and quietly waited, watching the mirror.
His wrists and ankles were covered in wounds from breaking free of his restraints, the blood making for a gruesome sight.
Of course, he'd inflicted those wounds on himself.
He'd even deliberately suppressed his healing ability for dramatic effect.
He wasn't here to kill anyone today. He was here for an academic discussion.
But Sawada, on the other side, clearly needed some time to process the shock.
Since Fu Qian had already mentioned his name, he didn't think Sawada would leave.
Click!
A few minutes later, the turkey man's corpse finally stopped twitching. The door opened again, and Sawada walked in with a stony expression.
The man who'd just been speaking in a disguised voice didn't even bother to put on a mask like his partner had.
"You're not very good at picking helpers."
Fu Qian showed no surprise at the newcomer. He casually gestured toward the corpse.
"We really mean you no harm."
Sawada gritted his teeth as he forced himself not to look at his decapitated partner.
"Why shouldn't I think otherwise?"
Fu Qian shook his head.
"Why don't you tell me what you planned to do if I refused to cooperate?"
"No. You're definitely going to cooperate."
Only now did Sawada seem to have fully processed the sudden turn of events. He let out a long breath.
"From your backyard to your kitchen."
He uttered the cryptic phrase. When Fu Qian fell silent, Sawada shook his head.
"We know far more than you think."
"And believe me, we're not like the Night Watchers. Even if you can maintain