Was That All Just a Bluff?

So she'd been bluffing just now?

Ten minutes later, Fu Qian stood in front of the sofa again, frowning.

Nancy's place wasn't very big, so he'd searched the whole apartment by now. He still had no clue what to make of the supposedly irrefutable reason she'd given him.

The only thing related to Kelly was an old photograph. It showed the two of them when they were clearly much younger, and they seemed quite close.

But that was obviously no proof at all. The photo didn't say which of them would lose her mind ten years down the line.

In that case—

Fu Qian had never been one to dwell on things. If he couldn't find it, he'd stop looking. He turned and opened the door, heading back to report to the doctor.

And out of professional courtesy, he still chose to close the door behind him, respecting Doctor Nancy's request.

At some point, an eye would open inside that thing?

On his way back, Fu Qian looked up at the streaks of light across the sky, unable to help recalling what Nancy had said.

It certainly looked unusual, but it was genuinely hard to imagine what that would be like.

Besides, she'd just been confirmed to be mentally unstable, which made her claim less credible, too.

But Fu Qian was concerned about something else.

She'd mentioned learning this from one of her patients. If that was true, was it one of the three? And which one?

Loretta was by far the least likely. What she said seemed much more reliable than Nancy's.

As for the other two, either one was possible. If the timing was right, he could probe a little further.

Knock, knock!

By the time Fu Qian finished mulling things over, he was back at the