All things considered, it really was just a side gig.
After returning with a full haul and parting ways halfway with Professor Lisha, who was eager to get back and run some tests, Fu Qian returned to the lab. As expected, he found that his research assistant had yet to return from cultivation, so he couldn't assign any follow-up work for the time being.
But since there wasn't any follow-up work to begin with, that obviously wasn't a problem.
Professor Fu, who had just emphasized the importance of fate and connections, walked straight over and opened an unlocked cabinet.
After he got back, Liu Shuang had found a chance to specifically remind him that the lab's operating budget surplus was kept here.
She had even thoughtfully exchanged a considerable portion of it for cash.
After taking all of it as research funds, Fu Qian made his way to the top floor and casually adjusted the hands on the clock. That way, by the time Liu Shuang returned from class, it would already be late at night, the hour when she studied.
Once he had finished, he left without a word and simply took off the "Messenger."
It was even quieter than before. The Warehouse really did have a suppressive effect.
The light abruptly dimmed. The next moment, Fu Qian sat in his seat, fiddling with the cylinder in his hand as he silently remarked on it.
It wasn't hard for him to tell that the flesh and blood of Kalaodola inside the cylinder was even less active than it had been outside.
She had stirred somewhat when she was first brought out, but now she was almost completely subdued.
Good.
That meant his plan was sound: he could use the Warehouse to quickly get to the bookshop in Shangjing,