At around twilight, Yu Hua came to the hotel to fetch us. Li Mazi and I carried our belongings and went with him to the Shenyang Museum. It was the second-largest museum in the country, inferior only to the Forbidden City in Beijing. This museum had a countless number of beautiful historical relics.

According to the normal routine, after it was time to clock off, there would be people on duty that stayed in the museum. No matter what, this place was full of national treasures. However, to facilitate our work, Yu Hua had sent all the guards on duty out of the hall.

For the time being, only the three of us would be in the exhibition hall.

As the night fell, the last beam of light disappeared. The whole exhibition hall became pitch-black and dead silent.

Li Mazi inadvertently shivered. I knew he wasn’t afraid of a spirit suddenly coming out. He was afraid of Yu Hue, the murderer.

I was...