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Lin Zhuo hung up the phone with a faint smile, realizing that the young girl seemed to know everything. As the car drove into the Lin Family's courtyard, Yan Kongyue rushed out into the rain without an umbrella.
"Why aren't you using an umbrella?"
"It's a hassle; I don't like using one."
Lin Zhuo then noticed that Yan Kongyue's clothes were not wet at all, and her white shoes didn't even have a drop of water on them. He didn’t think much of it; after all, the distance from the villa to the car wasn’t far.
"What’s going on over there?"
"It’s tricky. The Third and First Teams from the Seventh Bureau were both injured last night, and two of them are still in critical condition."
"Did they find anything?"
"An object that looks like a temple."
Yan Kongyue fell silent, spinning a gold coin between her fingers, its golden light flickering in and out. The rain poured heavier, and distant thunder rumbled in the sky. The streets were nearly empty, and the cars that passed by were quickly left behind by Lin Zhuo.
"We're here." Lin Zhuo was the first to jump out of the car and went to the trunk to look for an umbrella.
When Yan Kongyue got out of the car, she held a large black umbrella.
"Don't bother looking; use this one!"
Lin Zhuo was surprised as he looked at the umbrella Yan Kongyue handed him. He clearly remembered that she hadn’t had an umbrella when she got into the car.
"This is a Su Umbrella. Once we go inside, no matter what happens, this umbrella must not leave your hand, and it cannot be closed."
"Got it!" Seeing Yan Kongyue's serious expression, Lin Zhuo didn’t ask any further questions.
"Second Brother, put on some shoe covers!"
"Okay!" Lin Zhuo felt like a primary school student following his teacher, filled with questions but too afraid to ask. It wasn't until they entered the villa and descended into the basement that he finally got some answers—though that was a story for later.
The villa was surrounded by armed police officers on high alert in the rain. As Lin Zhuo and Yan Kongyue approached, one of the officers covered his gun and stepped forward to inquire.
"Let them in!" From behind the villa came a fully armed figure exuding authority—it was Lin Feng, the third son of the Lin Family.
"Third Brother, no matter what sounds you hear later or what you're told, do not come inside. Otherwise, the consequences are beyond what you or I can bear."
"Yan Kongyue, we can't let you take risks alone!"
"Remember what I said!" Yan Kongyue had no time to explain, so he pushed Lin Feng, sending him tumbling onto the grass of the villa. With a swift motion, he cast a barrier, rendering Lin Feng unable to move, trapped in place.
"Second Brother," he instructed, "from now on, don't leave my sight. Just hold the Su Umbrella steady; that will be a great help."
"Got it!" Lin Zhuo tightened his grip on the umbrella's handle.
As they descended the stairs, a thick stench of blood and decay assaulted Lin Zhuo's senses, making his stomach churn.
In that moment, the umbrella in his hand seemed to flicker with light. Lin Zhuo looked up to find the source and realized that the ribs of the umbrella were emitting a faint golden glow, enveloping both him and Yan Kongyue.
Just as he was intrigued by the umbrella's magic, a splash of red caught his eye. The entire basement was covered in strange red symbols on the ceiling and walls, densely packed everywhere. Fortunately, Lin Zhuo didn't suffer from trypophobia; otherwise, he might have been overwhelmed.
With a rush, Lin Zhuo stepped down the last stair and looked down to see the ground soaked in blood—fresh blood that had yet to coagulate. No wonder Yan Kongyue had insisted he wear shoe covers.
Drip, drip! Blood continued to fall around them.
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