The young player took Xu Huo to an empty conference room and placed a thick stack of notebooks on the table. "These are Mr. Lian's player notes, copied versions."
Xu Huo looked at the notebooks. Even as copies, they seemed to have been read many times, with the paper edges very worn.
"Thank you." He put the notebooks away.
The young player nodded, "We still have to take care of Mr. Lian's funeral, so we can't attend to you carefully. If you need any help in the Capital City, feel free to ask."
He paused and continued, "Originally, Mr. Lian intended to die in the sanatorium. It was because of your help that he could find a moment of peace. I remember this kindness."
After saying this, he bowed slightly to Xu Huo and then left the conference room.
Xu Huo wasn't in a hurry to read the notes either. He called the Girl in the painting and two others to prepare to leave the government building.
