On the opening day, the Entertainment City's business was booming, and Aaron Ray didn't get home until midnight.
As soon as he entered, he smelled smoke all over the house.
Aaron Ray frowned and saw Milton Bryce sitting alone in the living room, the ashtray in front of him piled high with cigarette butts and ash.
"Why are you hiding at home being lazy?" Aaron Ray said with a mix of annoyance and amusement, walked over, took the cigarette from his mouth, and stubbed it out in the ashtray.
Milton Bryce looked unwell, his entire demeanor radiating unease.
Aaron Ray suspiciously regarded him for a moment, then sat down beside him and asked, "What's going on?"
Milton Bryce opened his mouth but hesitated to speak.
His expression was tense as he scanned the surroundings, still uneasy. He stood up, tightly closed and locked the doors and windows, then turned on the old-fashioned record player in the living room—
Melodious music floated out.
