The Spider Effect
After a thorough examination, there seemed to be no sign of any mental issues.
At the same time, not too far away, Fu Qian silently reached the same conclusion.
That less-than-pleasant dream had naturally been orchestrated by him.
The protagonist's desperate urge to find the bug had also stemmed from the rule he'd set for ending the dream.
Of course, Pei Yanqing hadn't managed it.
The dream had shattered because its master had manually ended it.
The reason for arranging things this way was clear.
After confirming there was nothing wrong with her body, Fu Qian wanted to rule out the possibility of a purely mental influence.
Much like the strategy he'd used to get himself out of trouble this time.
The odds were slim, but if Lord Yarakir had really followed his example and simply implanted "knowledge," it would undoubtedly have been far harder to detect.
Yet from what he could see, even under extreme emotional stress, Pei Yanqing's subconscious hadn't uncovered any trace of a foreign consciousness.
He could be fairly sure Lord Yarakir hadn't embraced the idea that "among three people walking together, one can always be my teacher."
The most vulnerable person had now been officially cleared of risk.
Of course, she'd lost the chance to sleep in.
Damn—
Fu Qian shook his head, deeply apologetic, and was about to cut the connection when he saw that Pei Yanqing had already slipped outside the dormitory. After quietly closing the door, she made a phone call.
Was she feeling so shaken that she wanted someone to talk to?
Considering the pressure she'd just been through, that was only natural.
Besides, she hadn't dragged the person catching up on sleep out of bed to talk, which was considerate of her.
Fu Qian wasn't in the