Lord Selvis?
Though the voice came abruptly, being urged to update in a little black room somehow seemed perfectly reasonable for a columnist.
So in that instant, not only was Fu Qian not startled, a name surfaced in his mind with perfect naturalness.
Yes, judging a person by their voice might not be reliable, but this voice was simply too classic.
It lacked some strength, low overall yet astonishingly steady.
Combined with the previous description of the attending physician, it effortlessly conjured an image of someone elusive, lurking in the shadows and quietly observing.
What was more, before the other party spoke, Fu Qian truly had not noticed any other movement—even now, he still had not.
Rather than taking up the invitation to write, Fu Qian turned toward the source of the voice.
It came from a corner of the office, beside that enormous medical cabinet.
There was certainly enough space there to hide someone, but no figure was visible there even now.
Knock, knock-knock...
Reassuringly, the other party did not keep him in suspense.
Under Fu Qian's gaze, the sound of fingers tapping on wood rang out distinctly.
Of course. This was why people could not let themselves fall into habitual thinking.
Just because the hidden compartment in the safe had been so obvious did not mean less obvious places could not contain hidden compartments as well.
The meaning of the sound was clear enough: it was actively informing him that there was empty space behind it.
Someone was politely knocking against the barrier before them, as though paying a visit.
"Come in."
As he reflected on this, Fu Qian did not keep the visitor at arm's length and actually answered.
Silently, there was no further movement from behind the wall.
Not until a patch of shadow deepened,