However, if the search scope is limited to the Goethe-Institut.
There are a few places that match up.
Seat 72 in the theater; or VIP box number 72; or locker number 72 in the theater staff lounge...
Standing at the theater entrance.
Su Bai glanced at the seat number closest to him:
Number 1 in row 1.
In order.
Su Bai quickly found a seat in the seventh row.
Sitting in row 7, seat number 1, which is the first seat by the aisle, was an elderly man dressed in a gentleman's tailcoat and leaning on a cane.
His skin was ashen, his face was covered with large patches of lividity, his body was cold, and he emitted a strong stench, clearly indicating that he had been dead for some time.
Beside him.
Seat number 2 in row 7 is empty.
As the theater lights flickered and the shadows were dispelled, Su Bai saw a red package on the chair.
"Um?"
He raised an eyebrow slightly. Was there really something there?
Su Bai immediately set off to retrieve it.
But the elderly man sitting in seat number 1 did not move an inch.
He placed his hands on his knees, blocking the narrow gap between the front and back seats, making it impossible to pass even when he turned sideways.
"Old man."
Su Bai placed one hand on its shoulder without any hesitation, and his gaze toward it became somewhat dangerous.
Excuse me.
The old man's cloudy eyes darted around, and he leaned back slightly, making way for someone.
Su Bai passed through and successfully retrieved the package.
Thank you for your cooperation.
The theater lights converged on his face, illuminating it in a half-light, half-shadow. Suddenly, a loud thud was heard, and the lights in the entire theater went out abruptly, plunging the theater into complete darkness.
Su Bai slowly raised his gaze.
So unlucky?
I somehow ended up during the intermission of the performance again.
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