"What's going on? Did I fall asleep?"
"Where am I? Hey, don't touch me!"
"How did I end up at the police station?"
"What? Of course I remember what I did. Is drinking coffee against the law, too?"
"...Dancing in a café isn't against the law either, is it?"
"The table... I guess that really did happen."
"I'm sorry, I was wrong..."
"Sorry, I don't have the money to compensate the café..."
This mission really was packed with opposition!
Fu Qian, who was parasitizing the purple-haired young man in a special state, leisurely gathered bits of information.
At that very moment, he was having an entirely new experience, unlike anything he'd ever felt before.
Possession was nothing like he'd imagined. To Fu Qian, it felt almost as though he were lying dormant deep within a soul.
His five senses were suppressed as much as possible, leaving him almost completely unable to perceive anything.
Even the things he'd heard above were merely fragments appearing before him, not sounds he'd actually heard.
If he wished, Fu Qian could connect his consciousness to these fragments of information from his host and hear them.
That was why he'd only heard the purple-haired guy's voice.
Because for the purple-haired guy, that was undoubtedly the strongest fragment of information.
Life as a parasite really was boring. Luckily, I've always been a man of few desires.
Still, even those snippets were enough to piece together a few things.
First of all, there was no doubt that the purple-haired guy had been taken to the police station, and that it had happened after he fell asleep.
And judging by the timing, things had probably gone just as Old Man Camus had predicted: the Night Watchers had already found him.
They'd arrived not long after Fu Qian