In such a place, there is actually coffee?
Even Fu Qian found this hard to believe when he realized it.
Yet in the dimly lit ruins, the impression given by the sense of smell was mysteriously strong.
Fu Qian soon confirmed again that it was indeed the scent of coffee.
The next moment Fu Qian stopped his hands from sorting the files.
Given his past experiences, he was very skeptical that after he sorted them and completed the task, changes would occur here once more.
There had to be a demon when things were abnormal; before that, he felt it was necessary to ascertain the source of the coffee aroma.
On his journey thus far, bizarre incidents had been all too frequent!
Even the task assigned to him was unprecedentedly chaotic.
Under such circumstances, garnering as much information as possible was definitely not a bad thing.
Fu Qian was undoubtedly a man of action; once he had made up his mind, he didn't waste any time and immediately headed out with the file bag.
