He watched the files and files gradually curl up and turn black under the lick of flames, completely turning into thin flakes of dust.

When I put the lantern back on, only the last centimeter of the tallow candle was burning.

Fan Ning walked out of the door and walked down the steps to the first floor step by step.

The faint rancid smell appeared in the air again, and he couldn't help but look at the dark place in the direction of the mobile exhibition hall a few more times.

In front of the brass lock of the door, he was just about to insert the key around his neck into the lock, when he suddenly hesitated.

To be cautious, he returned to the second floor and brought down an oil painting.

"Well, I came to the art gallery to look for auction items, so I brought some things out."

When he turned the key in the copper lock, the candle burned out and the light of the lantern on the ground completely disappeared.

“crunchy”

A heavy and heart-wrenching sound sounded. Except for the scattered lights in the distance, the brightness outside the door was no different from that inside.

He held the painting in one hand, pushed the extinguished lantern inside with his foot, locked the door, and walked straight out of the courtyard with the painting in his arms.

The lights in the alley are flickering, and there are many people returning home.

It was the time when industrial workers were off work, so it was even more lively when they left than when they came.

Fan Ning always looked forward, never looking back, and turned a deaf ear to things on both sides until he stepped onto the street of Letchi.

However, I don’t know if it comes from previous rational analysis or from my own perceptual intuition.

He feels that at this moment
Chapter completed!