Two hundred thirty-two. Warming up

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"How did you get in?" Lu Li asked the shadowy figure on the sofa.

As the words fell, the cold aura from the other party began to fade.

"The lady sculpture helped open the door," the man said, directing Lu Li's gaze towards the sculpture behind the door.

"Next time we're not home and someone comes by, there's no need to open the door," Lu Li said to the sculpture which had recently become much more active.

The sculpture remained motionless, perhaps listening.

Lu Li didn't ask why the man was calm in the face of a moving sculpture, after all, his dreams were more bizarre and eerie than reality.

Stowing his umbrella outside, Lu Li shut the door, walked behind his desk, sat down, and looked at the man, waiting for him to state his purpose for coming.

Lu Li thought he would mention something from the newspapers, but he didn't.

"It's been a long time," the man said.

He was dressed exactly the same as two days ago, but the aura he gave off was entirely different.