Chapter 2807: 2800: 13th Day Tales (57)

Write the date first? Indeed, this is the demeanor of a master.

As everyone knows, in the art of prophecy, the most important thing is to be ambiguous, avoiding any quantifiable elements.

And yet, the precursor didn’t say a word before clearly setting the time.

It seems off-topic, but in essence, it’s a reflection of the grand scheme.

At that moment, as Fu Qian watched what the precursor was writing, not only did she not show any disdain, but she also had nothing but praise.

The other party clearly had no intention of hiding, writing each stroke in front of the two onlookers.

And at that moment after finishing writing, that sentence remained vividly on the note.

Theoretically, if everything operates normally, it indicates that the Truth Note judges it to be a true statement.

Even from Fu Qian’s perspective, this was a rather meaningful sentence.

It proved a certain hidden danger, long feared, had temporarily maintained its fragile balance under various makeshift solutions.

From the moment of entering this office, time has not silently jumped forward; Judgment Day is still seven days away.

[This is Servis’s office, the attending physician]

Just as Fu Qian was marveling, the precursor, contrary to the traditional habit of colleagues being sparing with words, continued to write a second sentence.

...

Time and place elements?

It’s not only a master, it almost has a bit of a columnist’s flavor.

The second sentence was undoubtedly also a truth, still remained on the note without any fluctuation.

And towards such a writing habit, Fu Qian was not just impressed, even wanting to offer her professional title over to him.

Regardless, locking down the coordinates of time and space first has a somewhat realistic attitude.

Moreover, one must say, stating the two elements of time and place at the outset is indeed a simple yet powerful principle.

As a result, as an onlooker, many unnecessary doubts can be eliminated, deduced based on basic information—

Today is the 54th, Servis is indeed the attending physician, this is his office.

The only pity is, in this asylum, the time and space coordinates seem not so reliable.

Recalling the sights along the way, Fu Qian seemed to once again feel the sincerity of the precursor, quietly watching without disturbance.

[Blood is flowing from Tong’s eyes]

Facts proved the other party indeed did not slack, stating time and place in succession, this time introducing a character.

Even a character that a columnist would know.

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Hairpin woman? Lady Black House’s roommate?

Though the sentence structure was somewhat strange, Fu Qian immediately associated the unique name with a face.

Though it was truly a brief encounter, as an ultimate face-blind patient, that person undoubtedly left a deep impression.

And given this characteristic, the statement about blood flowing from her eyes inevitably led to doubt, whether there was truly blood flowing or if it was a metaphor—it still didn’t disappear.

The fact proved that even such a floating sentence remained steadily under scrutiny.

To the point of making one doubt for a moment, whether the Truth Note was effective, whether they just randomly found a notebook?

"Because her roommate hasn’t returned for too long?"

Of course, Fu Qian, consistently upholding good professional habits, while asking if it was, did not delay analyzing at the same time, what would be the cause if it was?

"I only look at the results, never analyze the causes."

Yet, the swindler demeanor of the precursor finally manifested at this moment.

In response to Fu Qian’s inquiry, he didn’t act aloof and unresponsive, yet his response was in its way high and cold.

Only look at the facade, is the form emptiness?

As an expert from Caring Valley, Fu Qian naturally wouldn’t fuss generally, even nodded slightly at that moment, faintly understanding the other’s mindset.

Not merely a pretentious elegance; in his view, this prophecy method was indeed quite good.

Responsible only for presenting what they see entirely, without mixing in a bit of personal interpretation, isn’t that also a supreme state for making prophecies free from interference?

"How does the blood flow?"

But even so, paying more attention to details should be alright? Fu Qian continued to ask momentarily.

"Falling from above, stacking up in the vision like snow."

The fact proved, when it came to descriptive problems, the precursor responded very promptly.

"Each day, at the brightest time, Tong’s eyes snow."

Not even waiting for Fu Qian to ask further, he proactively mentioned more details.

...

Snowing on time at the brightest moment every day? Is it a strong stable climate phenomenon?

No wonder they say questions shouldn’t be asked recklessly, in case something comes out of it.

At that moment, the precursor’s description seemed to abstract the matter to another level.

First, it almost proved that the previous statement about blood flowing was indeed metaphorical, not truly losing blood cells.

The hairpin woman’s spirit state was indeed not good, already somewhat hallucinatory.

Secondly, it’s incredible that this matter even occurs daily, strictly adhering to such a metric of light intensity.

Perhaps unbelievable, but matched with the saying about returning home at precisely 6 PM every day, it seemed to faintly align.

Of course, the most unbelievable was the business quality the precursor demonstrated.

Can even such things be prophesized?

One must know, it’s not just casually saying, needs to pass the verification of the Truth Note—even it truly passed the verification.

"Interesting, but in this way, it seems it can’t be called a prophecy, should only be counted as a weather forecast? You just need to calculate the time to completely deduce what’s happening."

Yet, in the aspect of nitpicking, Fu Qian was never inferior to anyone, without blinking, identified a perspective.

Even of quite severe nature, directly questioning the nature of the other’s prophecy.

"It can indeed be said so, and I seem to have no way to prove it."

Faced with such unfriendly behavior, the precursor’s reaction was rather calm, even seriously agreeing with Fu Qian’s statement.

From this point, one can see, he didn’t hold on to luck because of the previous cordial talk.

It’s far too normal for intruders to question the nature of prophecy.

After all, don’t forget the eavesdropped content earlier; this person promised the attending physician to help with the treatment of the patient, and questioning is dutiful.

[Trish lay on her lover’s bed, watching the woman asleep in the chair, again feeling the heat flow inside her]

With this awareness and composure, the precursor didn’t even rest, continued to write the fourth sentence—was it a bit perverse?

A glance over the entire sentence, Fu Qian seemed to experience the backlash of having too strong reading ability.

The lady lying on her lover’s bed, because of the sleeping woman, feeling her own desire?