Did they even leave instructions for using it? Wasn't that a little too considerate?
The situation Crystal described was undeniably familiar, to the point that Fu Qian could easily picture it.
Though the more he thought about it, the more obvious it became that there was something unnatural beneath that naturalness.
The Prophet Is Dead... Combined with Crystal's description, the information he'd gotten from the lord earlier now felt complete.
Room 802 was apparently in some fabled superposition of life and death.
His old friend Yuan Fang had even made a broadcast before he "died," but for an old hand like him, seeing no living person and finding no corpse was bound to raise suspicions.
But leaving aside whether he was actually dead, leaving behind instructions was such an abstract thing to do that it didn't quite seem like Yuan Fang's style.
His appearance might not have been much to look at, but after dealing with him several times, Fu Qian had found him fairly reliable.
If Yuan Fang really believed, as his last words suggested, that a new era had arrived and the dark days of Unseen Hill were over—and if he'd even made that strange door himself—then surely his warning should have been more detailed.
It wasn't that people lacked trust in one another. A moment's thought was all it took to understand what a door like that, accompanied by a statement like that, meant to the lost lambs of Unseen Hill, now that their prophet was gone.
Believe it, or not?
If they believed, freedom was right before them. The world outside was full of wonders. They only had to take one step to leave their cage. What were they waiting for?
There were just as many reasons not to believe. The residents knew Yuan Fang far