Not bad. The Old Man knew how to handle things.
The pair of eyes Mrs. Tracy feared really did exist, and their connection to this place ran far deeper than hers.
Having endured the pain of losing his son, he had hidden in the shadows of the sanatorium for years, becoming a silent recorder.
And he seemed to have remained hidden quite successfully. Even Mrs. Tracy, who was more perceptive, would likely have struggled to discover him without Fu Qian's help.
Yet a friendly visit next door had yielded such an incredible secret. Fu Qian was naturally quite satisfied.
As for the fact that the other party had started holding back after only a few words, he did not mind in the slightest.
That was the art of knowing one's limits.
Everyone was trying to survive out here. There was a saying: know when enough was enough.
The reason someone so socially anxious had been willing to step forward was naturally because of Fu Qian's earlier threat.
Even his reaction to that threat matched his self-introduction.
As a recorder, he did not want the subject of his records to be written off, leaving his report unfinished, so he had come out to make an attempt.
But as everyone knew, an unfinished project would not actually kill anyone.
Voluntarily introducing himself and seeking understanding was already about enough. If Fu Qian expected him to spill every secret he had, the weight on the other side of the scales might not be sufficient.
That was what the recorder Old Man was expressing right now.
Having introduced himself, he could even offer Fu Qian a chance to ask a question, in exchange for him not doing anything rash.
But if Fu Qian insisted on acting rashly, then he would leave.
Given the Old