TSM Chapter 40

Yǐn Yuè awkwardly maintained an unspeakable smile, slowly moving his steps beside him. The other workers who wore the same clothes as them began to come out of the room one after another. There were quite a few of them. Strangely, although they said not to be late, they all walked unhurriedly and in an orderly manner.

Everyone clasped their hands together, closed their eyes, and began to pray. Accompanied by the music, the Lord was washing everyone’s souls…

“……”

Until it was Yǐn Yuè’s turn, he imitated the practices of the previous dozens of people and perfectly completed his first level. When he threw in the note, a faint sneer appeared at the corner of his lips, because the content he wrote was something that ordinary people could not accomplish. He wanted to see how this Lord would reciprocate him.

It was nothing more than creating an illusion based on what he had said to Priest Tán and the content on the paper. If he were really just Yǐn Yuè, perhaps there would be a slight possibility that he would be moved, but I’m sorry, the real him wants more than that. I’m afraid they can’t afford to play…

So they were using this trick, adding ingredients day after day… While pondering these ridiculous tricks, he clearly felt the bed start to shake, making “creaking” sounds. The dim space made him unable to see what was happening. He turned on the flashlight on his phone, and in an instant, his body leaned forward reflexively… The colleague Zhōng stood silently beside his bed wearing a black robe, his eyes were slightly open and spinning around for a few circles before resolutely opening the door and walking out.

He calmly raised his eyebrows and followed out of curiosity, which also happened to be a reason to get a thorough understanding of the environment. He saw him enter the bathroom at the end and start knocking on each cubicle door for no reason. After wandering around for a long time, he came out again and went from the second floor to the first floor, seeming to want to go out. His hands were clenched into fists and he kept hitting the door. Yǐn Yuè frowned at the sound, thinking of helping him, so he reached out and turned the doorknob, unexpectedly finding that the door was locked tightly and he couldn’t go out at all.

Then the colleague Zhōng knocked on the door twice with his head, and mechanically returned the same way again. From his appearance, Yǐn Yuè quickly deduced that he was suffering from somnambulism. It seemed that this kind of thing happened often, except that he had never had a roommate and no one knew about it. This was enough to show that the sound insulation of this building was surprisingly good and there were no surveillance cameras.

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