Because the curtains were drawn, the office was a little dim. Lin Sinan quietly watched Aunt Zhang open the website and enter the game.
Aunt Zhang sat there, staring at the screen intently, her hands skillfully operating the keyboard and mouse. Looking at her level of skill, even Lin Sinan felt ashamed of himself.
As the game progressed, Aunt Zhang's mood kept fluctuating, sometimes excited, sometimes nervous, sometimes anxious, and sometimes satisfied.
But no matter what, she was immersed in it, enjoying this moment of joy and excitement, as if she had forgotten everything around her and was completely immersed in the wonderful world of the game.
Lin Sinan stood behind Aunt Zhang. He had never seen such a game scene in any other game. It was extremely realistic. Lin Sinan was immersed in it after watching for a while.
It took a lot of effort for Lin Sinan to shift his gaze from the gorgeous game screen to Aunt Zhang. Looking at Aunt Zhang's skillful movements, his thoughts had already drifted away.
Aunt Zhang's previous description kept appearing in Lin Sinan's mind. Those words were like pieces of a puzzle, gradually piecing together a picture that shocked and confused him.
He couldn't help but think of Aunt Tian, the figure he had once crossed paths with. From Aunt Zhang's description, he discovered that Aunt Tian and Aunt Zhang seemed to have had the same experience.
For some reason, both of them could not leave this world after their physical death.
Both of them met someone with great supernatural powers, who granted them different skills.
The most important thing is that both of them met me and had intersections with me, which allowed me to step into this circle intentionally or unintentionally.
The little old man described by Aunt Zhang and the mysterious man described by Aunt Tian seemed to have some mysterious connection, or they were part of the same organization.
Thinking of this, Lin Sinan suddenly understood. The mysterious characters that appeared the first time could be considered as a test of Lin Sinan by this organization. The mysterious characters on the flower basket ribbons during the second opening ceremony represented the organization's continued attention to Lin Sinan.
The old man and the mysterious man must have a close connection with this mysterious organization. The unique skills displayed by Aunt Tian and the Qi-reading Technique she taught Lin Sinan made him curious and uneasy.
He began to wonder who had taught Auntie Tian the skill. Did they teach him the Qi Wang Jue through Auntie Tian, or was it Auntie Tian's own decision?
Regardless, the power of this organization should not be underestimated. It is a vast and mysterious existence, like a giant beast hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to grasp.
Lin Sinan couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine. He couldn't imagine that he had been inadvertently involved in such a terrible organization.
However, what puzzled him even more was why such a powerful organization was looking for him? Was it just because he could see those unusual things with his right eye?
However, according to Aunt Tian and Aunt Zhang's descriptions, it seems that this ability is not uncommon in this organization.
At least the old man can see Aunt Zhang, and the mysterious man can communicate with Aunt Tian.
There must be many people in this organization with abilities and skills beyond the imagination of ordinary people. So, how could this little peculiarity of mine attract their attention?
Lin Sinan frowned, trying hard to make sense of these complicated clues.
He began to recall every contact with Aunt Tian, trying to find some details that he had overlooked.
Aunt Tian's words, actions, and occasional expressions all became the subject of Lin Sinan's analysis.
He remembered that once, when Aunt Tian was talking to him, there seemed to be a hint of imperceptible worry in her eyes.
He didn't care at the time, just thinking that Aunt Tian had not yet gotten over the farewell to her family, but now thinking about it, maybe Aunt Tian was hinting at something.
Perhaps she knew she was involved in this organization, but couldn't tell it directly. Lin Sinan regretted not being more careful and not noticing Aunt Tian's unusual behavior.
Then, he thought of Aunt Zhang. Aunt Zhang looked like an ordinary woman, but from her concentration and proficiency in playing games, Lin Sinan guessed that she might have a side that was unknown to others.
What exactly is her relationship with this mysterious organization? Lin Sinan felt as if he were in the middle of a huge mystery. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.
He wanted to ask Aunt Zhang directly about the mysterious organization and the mysterious symbols, but he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips. His intuition told him that Aunt Zhang might not know much, or was completely kept in the dark.
He paced back and forth in the room, his anxiety growing stronger.
He didn't know what the organization's purpose was, nor did he know what actions they would take against him next.
He felt like a small boat in the ocean, which could be swallowed up by the surging waves at any time.
Lin Sinan stopped and looked at Aunt Zhang again. He decided to look for more clues from Aunt Zhang to try to solve this mystery.
He patted Aunt Zhang's shoulder gently. Aunt Zhang turned around, her face still showing the excitement from the game.
Lin Sinan took a deep breath and began to ask Aunt Zhang more about the little old man.
He decided to start with this little old man and see if he could contact the mysterious organization through this little old man. At least Lin Sinan also wanted to know what this organization did, or what it wanted Lin Sinan to do.
Aunt Zhang looked at Lin Sinan's serious expression and gradually put away her smile. She began to talk about some of the things she knew about the old man, but she was vague and unclear in most cases.
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