"Mr. Lu Li...Mr. Lu Li?"
In the psychologist's call, the black eyes gradually regained focus.
The ink-stained quill fell onto the paper: "Mr. Lu Li, you may speak."
Lu Li looked out the window, the cold tones of the fog-covered Belfast appeared gloomy.
The Emerald Dream isn't continuous.
Lu Li lowered his eyes, the psychologist watched in surprise as he exited the clinic.
"Da Vinci District."
He boarded a rented carriage by the street, the bumping took Lu Li to Madam Anne's Art Gallery.
It was a bit earlier when he saw Benjamin for the second time, the idle Benjamin was working part-time as a staff member, a security guard, facing the empty gallery.
"Sir, you came at just the right time, we have half an hour before closing, the gallery environment is quiet, uninterrupted art appreciation—"
"I'm an Exorcist, here to investigate the gallery's ghost incident."
A mix of delight, worry, and hesitation, Benjamin tentatively asked, "About the price..."
"Not needed."
