Unlike elsewhere, the floor of the attending physician's office was covered by a single expanse of carpet.
It was not particularly comfortable, but it was highly waterproof and stain-resistant—perfectly suited to this place's practical character.
He walked across it all the way to the massive desk, yet no alarm sounded.
But Fu Qian believed this would not stump the attending physician. There was a very high chance that his intrusion into this forbidden area had already been noticed.
And this was undoubtedly not a friendly move—nor, theoretically speaking, a rational one.
Ever since creating the black box, as the weakest party in this three-way game, he had essentially seized the opportunity to manually deal himself a card.
He could then use the brief window he had gained to keep steering the situation, testing the others' methods and backgrounds.
There was even a subtle advantage to this: the intensity of the test could be controlled on multiple levels.
Take opening the door earlier, for example.
Theoretically, if the other two had no special means of detection, that silent action should not have affected the situation at all.
And if he reached that conclusion, confirming it really was an absolute black box, he could simply restore everything afterward and try other methods.
It was like getting something for nothing—a free piece of information.
Even if the result was otherwise, proving that Selvis had in fact been cheating, it still would not be irreparable—after all, the Director would not know.
It was like two Werewolves making eye contact in a game of Werewolf.
To the remaining Director, that information was still inside the black box.
He might appear to hold the higher position, but as analyzed before, compared to Selvis, the Director was clearly at an absolute disadvantage.
And now it had been