The door was heavy, but not so heavy that it couldn't be pushed open.
As it slowly swung inward, the person behind it didn't dodge, but neither was he hit by the door.
His head was still right there, too.
The man had a point. Letting go of childish notions could help you discover more interesting things—
Of course, not legends about flying heads or anything like that. He was hanging from the door with his whole body.
Fu Qian stepped inside and easily figured out the secret behind the head's height.
Right behind the door, someone had welded on a contraption that let you cling to it like a gecko.
There were spots for the hands and feet, the joints, the waist, and the back.
With a few simple adjustments, you could hang from it with ease, then stick your head out and peek around.
It certainly made for quite a sight. Getting down was a little tricky, though, which left the man completely defenseless against Fu Qian's actions.
"Heh... if that's all you're willing to see."
He might have been losing, but he wasn't going to show it. Clearly unprepared for Fu Qian's sheer audacity, and a little embarrassed to be watched as he climbed down, Head-Peeking Brother simply stayed where he was and gave a cold snort.
"Let me guess. One morning, after a night of heavy drinking, you opened your eyes and suddenly discovered your true self. You wanted to pursue something you'd once longed for but forgotten, and then, driven by that impulse, you got straight in your car and headed for somewhere you'd heard about..."
Not only that, he glanced down at Fu Qian and even offered his own assessment.
And although he called it a guess, he sounded quite confident.
"Don't be surprised.