Like nobody was there, he walked straight into someone's home.
Fu Qian used Blood Conquest to enter the Otherworldly Passage. His goal was simple: find the only familiar presence in the entire building—his first client, Claire, who had just been unable to find her husband.
Tommy and the other man weren't there. They'd probably only made a brief visit before the Night Watcher took over the case with remarkable efficiency, allowing them to take their leave just as quickly.
That wasn't a bad thing. It meant they probably hadn't been to that special room yet.
"Another drink?"
In the dim light, Fu Qian dismissed Blood Conquest and sat down in a round-backed chair. He picked up a wine bottle from the table and greeted the person across from him.
The sudden voice clearly startled the worn-out housewife.
Claire's brows were tightly furrowed. Compared to when they'd met earlier, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her breath carried a trace of alcohol.
It was easy enough to understand. The repeated shocks of the day had been a lot to take in, and it was perfectly normal for her to ease the strain with a little alcohol.
Besides, judging by what remained in the bottle, she'd only had the one glass in her hand.
They say that when someone is extremely tense, they may find themselves unable to cry out.
Claire's reaction after realizing who the uninvited guest was certainly proved the saying true.
At the same time, it kept the situation from becoming too impolite.
Shh~
Instead of covering her mouth, Fu Qian raised a finger to his lips. At the same time, he topped off the glass in Claire's hand, which was already empty.
Whether because the whole scene was too bizarre, or because she knew he might not