This actor is full of tricks.

"Little Sun, Little Sun..."

A gentle voice called out in his ear, and Lin Jue slowly opened his eyes. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his clarity.

Seeing his expression, Aunt Luo asked with some concern, "You looked very pale just now. Did you remember something unpleasant?"

"No..." Lin Jue shook his head, then smiled, mimicking Sun Jiankang's expression: "Is the hypnosis over?"

"It's over a long time ago, you just haven't come out of that state yet." Aunt Luo was still worried: "How are you feeling?"

"It's fine... Thank you, Aunt Luo." Lin Jue unscrewed the water bottle next to him and took a big gulp. In the end, he still couldn't get any valuable information out of Number 1. The only meaningful thing was the fact that Number 1 and 160230 came from him.

"If that's the case, then I am the original, and they are all my clones."

"And what did his last sentence mean? 'I am the most important what?' Does it mean that I am important because I am the original? If the original dies, the clone will also die?"

"That's obviously impossible, after all, he's already died once... What could it be? Why does Number 1 always say half of what he means, just like that dean? Next time I encounter someone who only says half of what he means, I'll just tear his mouth apart."

Lin Jue made a vicious oath in his heart. He looked up at Aunt Luo's worried eyes, and his expression relaxed slightly: "It's alright, Aunt Luo... Your treatment was very successful... It's too late today, you should rest now. I'll come to see you again next time..."

Although he felt that the next hypnosis session might not be effective.

"Okay, you should get some rest too." Aunt Luo saw Lin Jue to the door, then suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, when you were hypnotized just now, it seemed like someone called you, your phone kept vibrating."

Who called me so late at night? Was it Chen Fu?

"I understand, Aunt Luo, goodnight..." After saying goodbye to her and returning to "his" home, Lin Jue took out his phone.

There were several missed calls on his phone, all from the same number. Although there was no note on it, Lin Jue still had some recollection of the number.

It was that woman in the sculpture exhibition hall of the Sanjiang Art Museum. When he was helping Bi Zheng complete the last piece, she called him because her husband had gone crazy.

However, after delivering the sculpture to the exhibition hall, Lin Jue never contacted the other party again. Why would the other party suddenly make so many calls after so long? Moreover, the intervals between each call were very short, which clearly indicated that something urgent had happened.

He returned the call, and it was answered after just one ring. A woman's anxious voice came from the other end: "Tianshu, you finally answered the phone!"

His voice trembled, tinged with panic.

Because Lin Jue had previously used the identity of Wang Tianshu to deceive this woman by saying that he was from the Inspection Department, the woman immediately called him Tianshu when she spoke.

"Is there something wrong, sis?" Lin Jue hadn't imitated Wang Tianshu's tone of voice in a long time, and he was still a little unaccustomed to it.

“I suspect my art gallery is haunted. I was taking a shower at home when my phone suddenly went off with an alarm. I installed a security camera in the art gallery that is connected to my phone. If anyone breaks into the gallery, my phone will issue an alert.”

“I immediately went out of the bathroom to check my phone and the security camera footage at the main entrance. What I saw was a figure shrouded in a black robe wielding many chains and smashing the art gallery’s doors.”

“Each of those chains looks like it weighs hundreds of pounds; an ordinary person couldn’t lift it at all. But that figure swung several of them with ease. What else could that be but a ghost?” “I didn’t want to bother you, but I couldn’t get through to the Investigation Department’s hotline. I had no choice but to ask you. Could you please help me take a look and see what’s going on?”

The woman spoke quickly and urgently, giving Lin Jue no chance to interrupt. Only after she finished speaking did he ask, "Sister, what you just said... that... that figure wielding chains?"

Upon hearing those two words, Lin Jue couldn't help but think of Bi Zheng. Moreover, he felt that the figure was very likely Bi Zheng, because the other party was hiding in the real world, and the incident occurred at the Sanjiang Art Museum, which was closely related to him.

“That’s right, the chain looked long and heavy, and it seemed to be dripping something. It wasn’t clear in the surveillance footage, but I think it might be blood.” The woman was as quick as ever to describe what she had observed.

"Okay, sis, don't worry, add me on Fetion and send me a copy of the surveillance video."

After saying that, Lin Jue went straight out the door, leaving the old man in the backpack looking completely bewildered: "Kid, where are you going again?"

"I'll find you a new friend!" Lin Jue was quick; he didn't even wait for the elevator and rushed downstairs in just a few steps.

If that really is Bi Zheng, then his appearance is too coincidental; he just happens to need help.

As the Son of the Mist, Bi Zheng's strength is not to be underestimated. Even though he is only a C-rank, his combat power far exceeds that of an ordinary C-rank.

As he ran downstairs, he received a video from the woman on his phone. The surveillance video was only a dozen seconds long, and because the camera was suspended from the ceiling, the image quality was not clear. However, Lin Jue still recognized the dark figure in the video as Bi Zheng at a glance.

"Sister, I'll arrange for one of my colleagues to go over there right away."

After replying to the message, a smile involuntarily appeared on Lin Jue's face. He hopped on a shared bicycle on the street and instantly switched into Zhou Yue's appearance as he rode off.

The bicycle was practically falling apart from his pedaling; the wheels were smoking, and it was going at a speed far exceeding its own limits. Lin Jue was afraid that if he slowed down even a little, Bi Zheng would disappear again. This was a rare opportunity, and he didn't want to miss it.

Twenty minutes later, the Sanjiang Art Museum was almost there. Lin Jue abandoned his bicycle, which had a flat tire, on the roadside and ran straight to the entrance of the art museum.

"Kid, you're driving me crazy. Why don't you buy a car? If you don't have the money, I'll lend it to you at one percent interest."

Lin Jue ignored the old man's complaints in his backpack and stared at the shards of glass door scattered on the ground.

Several black drag marks are clearly visible from the entrance, extending into the building. These drag marks obviously came from some heavy object.

Looking at the bottomless art gallery, Lin Jue took a deep breath and stepped inside. Before coming here, he had roughly understood why Bi Zheng had suddenly barged into the art gallery.

The other person wanted to see one last look at their final work left in this world.

Therefore, Lin Jue's purpose was very clear. As soon as he entered the museum, he went straight to the sculpture exhibition hall on the second floor. The moment he stepped into the exhibition hall, he noticed the figure standing in the corner with his back to him.

(End of this chapter)