TSM Chapter 83

“No, I want to participate too.” A trace of worry flashed in Míng Xīng Yě’s eyes, but she was resolute.
“You need to trust them.”
“Stop talking. I must go to this art exhibition.” She stood up angrily and went upstairs without looking back.
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Since the explosion at the Àishā Hotel, Zuǒ Yú often came to this Martyrs’ Cemetery to visit Míng Yuè Yě and Team Leader Chǔ, bringing Míng Yuè Yě’s favorite pink tulips and Team Leader Chǔ’s favorite Maotai liquor, chatting for most of the day.
Two mobile phones vibrated almost simultaneously, both receiving a message from the same work number, an electronic invitation: Tomorrow at two o’clock in the morning, Mr. Zuǒ Yú (Yǐn Yuè) is specially invited to go to the Mòtuō Lǐ’ào – Soul Swamp Art Exhibition to share a soul journey.
After a while, Shí Jiǎnbái called, and Zuǒ Yú answered calmly: “Hello…”
“Yes… They are going to make a move.”
“Be fully prepared, see you tomorrow.”
His eyes turned fierce, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips…
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Yuanwei Mountain Square, the Soul Swamp Art Exhibition was exceptionally conspicuous. Behind the long tunnel was a black-covered sphere. The project was complex and seemed to have taken a lot of effort and work.
He entered the long tunnel, and halfway through, there was a dark white door, which he slowly pushed open… The dim space startled him, and a staff member wearing a full face mask appeared in surprise. Immediately, Yǐn Yuè showed a polite smile and showed him the electronic invitation on his mobile phone.
“Why?” Yǐn Yuè asked carefully, not knowing why.
The staff member directly ignored him, turned his body to the side to make way, and gestured for him to pass from here with drooping eyes, without saying a word.
Yǐn Yuè nodded frequently, scanning the lights with strong red lights shining on the ground, and cautiously walked towards the tunnel with no end in sight. About ten minutes later, another door appeared, an extremely red door. The door was very heavy and light, and the smell of paint was faint. When the door was pushed open, a clear bloody palm print was imprinted on the door.
Not good! Fingerprints are left…
He quickly pretended that he couldn’t push the door open, just opened a crack and gently closed it again. An idea flashed, and he compared the position of the fingerprints. He leaned his whole body against it and used his body weight to push the door open again. He glanced at it again, the destruction was successful, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the endless sky ladder.
The faint red light on the door shone on him, and the dark brown coat was covered with large patches of red paint, looking embarrassed. He took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped it carefully with a look of disgust, but it was useless. Helpless, he had to take off his coat and hold it in his arms.
There was only this sky ladder in front of him. He hesitated and took a step. He retracted it reflexively. The ladder surface was soft, as if he was about to sink into it. He squatted at the entrance of the ladder and carefully probed it with his hand. It was a little sticky… Then he took out his wallet from his arms and put it down. It didn’t sink into the ladder surface, so he was relieved and took the first step again.
“Whoa, got me all over, buddy, lend me a tissue to wipe my hands?” Shí Jiǎnbái stretched out his hand to him with a thick face. Yǐn Yuè rolled his eyes at him unhappily and handed him the tissue. In an instant, Shí Jiǎnbái’s fingers quietly tapped his palm. Obviously, he did it on purpose.
“Lán… Lán Yǔtóng?”
“What a coincidence? You also like to see art exhibitions?” Lán Yǔtóng said caringly, then whispered, “Now the police are so busy…”
“Lán Yǔtóng, I can hear you.” Because of Lán Yǔtóng’s appearance, the strange atmosphere of the tunnel just now disappeared, and her incessant voice echoed everywhere, “How could you be here?”
“Isn’t it just a slightly special art exhibition? I think it’s quite interesting!”
“Hey! I’m not kidding you, don’t you want to live?”

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