Was it really that seamless and self-consistent?
Though it was more or less what he had expected, Fu Qian was still impressed by how smoothly Leisen's logic held together.
Decades of experience, in essence, had been a nightmare lasting one night.
And the nightmare had begun simply because he'd come into contact with a special painting at an exhibition.
It was chilling to think about, but logically, he couldn't simply dismiss it.
"The moment you mentioned the art gallery, I knew why you were here."
Seeing that Fu Qian had said nothing, Leisen continued.
"That place is special... Something is seeping through the exhibits. Working there is definitely dangerous."
"So that's why our pay is pretty good? I guess there really is no such thing as a free lunch!"
Fu Qian sighed softly, borrowing Mrs. Harper's perspective as he naturally posed a question.
"But if it's really that dangerous, why open it to the public instead of simply closing it down?"
"The people from the Celestial Cult must know, right? Though Amira never admitted it outright."
"She didn't tell me either, but we've discussed the matter. We have a theory..."
Leisen glanced at his wife.
"They're looking for the source."
"...The source of the nightmares?"
"That's right."
Mr. Leisen lowered his voice.
"Though the cult strictly controls information, I think far more than a handful of people have been affected, and it all happened within a short period."
"I think the cult is trying to obtain information from the victims and determine how the incursions began, so they can eradicate the threat once and for all."
It all made sense. The Leisens had clearly put a lot of thought into escaping the nightmares.
Fu Qian nodded slightly.
In fact, if things had happened as Leisen described, all the strange details