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Director Qin and his team arrived much, much faster than Lin Yan'an had anticipated.
His conversation with Old Master Zhou had only just ended, and he already felt much more relaxed.
Since he had nothing better to do, he took the opportunity to pick up his laptop and continue revising the script outline.
For a moment, only his conversation with Mr. Du Qian could be heard in the living room.
It was rare for her to stay up late for important business, so Pei Xingyao decisively refused the suggestion to go and rest first, and comfortably nestled on the sofa playing on her phone.
On the penultimate night before the start of school, facing the reality that she hadn't finished her homework, she felt both excited and anxious.
On one hand, I'm happy because she can't do her homework without it in her hands, but on the other hand, I'm anxious about whether she can finish her homework before school starts.
With these mixed feelings, Pei Xingyao no longer appreciated her phone.
When she heard the sound of a car coming from the doorway, she instinctively turned her head to look.
The others in the room also heard the commotion. Lin Yan'an looked at the document on the computer, which had not yet been typed many words, and felt a sinking feeling in his heart. After saving it, he shut down the computer.
Grandpa Zhou, his hands resting on his cane, slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Zhao Jun beside him.
With just one look, Zhao Jun understood his meaning.
He quickly got up, walked briskly to the door, and opened it.
A series of steady footsteps soon echoed from the doorway, sounding particularly clear in the quiet night.
As they entered, the atmosphere in the room gradually became heavy.
Pei Xingyao subconsciously sat up straight, put away her phone, and obediently looked at it with a serious face.
Seven people entered the room one after another.
The leader was Director Qin, who was in his fifties, with a serious face and sharp eyes.
Behind him followed six people, including two bespectacled, refined-looking elderly scholars.
Four young team members, dressed in dark combat uniforms and exuding a sharp and capable aura, were all expressionless as they scanned their surroundings. Their every move and word revealed their professionalism, especially since two of them were carrying briefcases that appeared to contain precision instruments.
Pei Xingyao's eyes widened instantly. Although she was still somewhat intimidated by their aura, she couldn't help but feel excited.
Good heavens! It's like the characters from the novels she's read have come to life!
Her eyes lit up when she saw the only girl among the seven who was efficient and capable. She was just like a beautiful female special forces soldier from a novel!
She possesses both beauty and skill, wisdom and strength!
The little voice inside Pei Xingyao's head was screaming and shouting, but on the surface she remained calm and obedient, only her eyes were frighteningly bright.
Director Qin's gaze swept across the room, landing on Old Master Zhou, and his expression softened slightly.
He strode forward, nodded slightly, and spoke respectfully, yet with neither servility nor arrogance: "Elder Zhou, Qin Yuan has come with his team on orders. I apologize for disturbing you."
Grandpa Zhou nodded slightly: "Thank you for coming all this way so late at night, Director Qin."
"No, it's not hard work."
After Director Qin finished speaking, his gaze immediately fell on the calligraphy brush and drawing paper on the coffee table. Thinking about what Zhao Jun had said, a chill ran down his spine.
Without much small talk, he went straight to the point and said, "The contents of Mr. Zhou's phone call are of great importance; we need to confirm them first."
"no problem."
Grandpa Zhou raised his hand to indicate: "The things are here, and Mr. Du is here too. Please make yourselves at home."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Du Qian's illusory figure and nodded slightly, then looked at Lin Yan'an and added to Director Qin, "This is my grandson, Lin Yan'an, who is also the person involved."
Director Qin's eyes flickered slightly as he turned his head to look at the man. His pupils contracted almost imperceptibly for a moment, and his breathing paused for a instant. But almost immediately, all his emotions were suppressed, leaving only extreme focus and scrutiny.
Director Qin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but he quickly composed himself.
His mind raced, his gaze finally settling on the brush and paper, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.
He then looked up at the illusory figure, his voice calm and composed, devoid of any emotion, and said to the "empty space": "May I ask if this is Mr. Du Qian, the Left Censor?"
Director Qin's voice was affirmative, confirming my suspicions.
The six people behind him couldn't help but feel curious upon hearing this.
The two elderly scholars, both wearing glasses, subconsciously adjusted their glasses, their eyes gleaming with even greater excitement.
Although they couldn't see Du Qian, they all trusted Director Qin and Old Zhou's character.
Does ghost really exist in this world?
Excitement and thrill surged within them, though a hint of fear mingled within, but it couldn't deter their desire to explore the unknown.
The two leaned forward slightly, watching and listening intently.
Du Qian slowly rose and bowed, then stroked his beard, his voice carrying a sense of historical vicissitude: "It is indeed I, the old man. I am grateful for your presence in this dark night. I presume you are the envoys from the government of the future, invited by Mr. Zhou?"
"That's one way to understand it."
Director Qin quickly regained his original attitude, thinking about the phone call he had just received and his obsession: "Mr. Du, Mr. Zhou has given a brief explanation of the situation, but we still need to confirm and record it in more detail."
"If I may ask, how can you prove the authenticity of the 'Records of Folk Customs' you speak of, and... how can you prove your identity?"
His questions were concise, direct, and crucial, his hands fixed on Du Qian, observing his expression and actions.
Du Qian nodded slightly, showing great understanding: "That's how it should be."
The moment he finished speaking, he slowly raised his hand.
Suddenly, the brush shone even brighter and floated in the air.
The expressions of those present varied, and even the usually composed faces of the two elderly scholars couldn't help but show signs of anxiety.
Professor Sun, dressed in dark blue, couldn't help but step forward. Taking advantage of his acquaintance with Lin Yan'an, he quickly whispered, "Yan'an, tell me quickly, why did that calligraphy brush suddenly become suspended in mid-air? And where is Mr. Du? I can't see him!"
His voice was hurried, and his expression was somewhat confused. He continued to ask, puzzled, "Why does it feel like Director Qin can see everything?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yan'an remembered something, stepped forward, bent down to pick up the drawing paper, and turned to hand it to Professor Sun and the others: "Sorry, I forgot to mention, it seems that only after seeing the drawing paper can one see the ghost's obsession."
A knowing look and a thoughtful expression flashed in Director Qin's eyes.
Professor Sun quickly reached out and took it, and the people around him also looked over.
The ink marks on the paper are somewhat messy, but they do not detract from the vivid image of the figures in the painting.
After watching it, the group looked up again, and even though they were mentally prepared, they were still shocked by what they saw.
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