Relic Oil Painting (Last Two Days for the Monthly Ticket Giveaway)
From the moment Han Su stepped inside, he knew the Doctor's guess had been right once again.
This really was a transfer station for smuggled relics.
The warehouse wasn't very large, and it was crammed with shelves and miscellaneous objects.
Vases, ironware, fragments of old computers, damaged books, and discs were scattered everywhere. Each had an air that was close to the present era, yet entirely different upon closer inspection, as if they had transported people thousands of years into the past.
Many of the objects were covered in dust and dirt, and looked as if they had only recently been unearthed.
Judging from how much the Administrative Hall valued these relics, handing them over would count as solving a major case.
But Han Su had no time to concern himself with that. His gaze swept across the room, and he spotted two figures standing behind the shelves in the middle of the storeroom, their backs to him.
They were plainly standing right there, yet he couldn't hear them breathing at all.
Han Su raised the hand holding his stun baton and covered his left eye. He took a quick look, saw nothing unusual, then slowly stepped forward.
After walking around the shelves, he saw the two people standing side by side.
They were drenched in sweat, and smelled awful. They showed no reaction to Han Su's approach, only staring fixedly at something in front of them.
As he drew closer, Han Su sensed that they were still alive, but they also felt strangely hollow, as if they were merely empty human-shaped shells, with some true living thing stirring inside them.
For the moment, Han Su restrained himself from doing anything. He followed their gaze and saw an oil