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As night fell, the lights of the Forbidden City Restoration Institute gradually dimmed. Lin Xueqing stood by the window, watching as the distant Forbidden City transformed into a massive silhouette against the twilight.
"What are you thinking about?" Shen Mo Ting's voice came from behind her.
"I'm thinking about what the Old Curator said." She did not turn around. "Why are there some truths that cannot be spoken? What else is there that we do not know?"
Shen Mo Ting walked over to her side. "Perhaps we can start by investigating that letter."
"No." Lin Xueqing turned to face him. "I believe the answer lies with the comb."
She took out the Peach Wood Comb and examined it closely under the light. "Don't you find it strange that a comb would be used as a key?"
"It is indeed unusual."
"In the Qing Dynasty palace, a comb holds special significance." Lin Xueqing's fingers gently traced the teeth of the comb. "It is not just a tool for grooming; it also symbolizes one's identity."
"You mean..."
Before she could finish her thought, the office door was suddenly pushed open. Xiao Wang rushed in, breathless. "Expert Lin, something's wrong!"
"What happened?"
"The Old Curator... the Old Curator is missing!"
"What?" Lin Xueqing and Shen Mo Ting both stood up simultaneously.
As the nurse went to check on the patients, she discovered that the ward was empty. "The surveillance shows that someone pushed him out of the hospital half an hour ago," Xiao Wang panted.
Lin Xueqing's face changed dramatically. "It's those people!"
"Wait," Shen Mo Ting frowned. "If it was a kidnapping, why not knock him out? Why use a wheelchair?"
Lin Xueqing was taken aback. "You mean..."
"The Old Curator left willingly," Shen Mo Ting's voice was heavy. "He had been prepared for this."
Just then, Lin Xueqing's phone rang. It was a text from an unknown number:
"Forbidden City, Yangxin Hall. If you want to know the truth, come now."
"Is it the Old Curator?" Shen Mo Ting leaned in to take a look.
"The handwriting is very similar," Lin Xueqing bit her lip. "But why Yangxin Hall?"
"Wait a minute," Shen Mo Ting suddenly said. "Lang Shining's Art Studio is located in Yangxin Hall."
Lin Xueqing's eyes lit up. "Right! His most important paintings were all completed there."
"This is a trap," Shen Mo Ting said solemnly.
"But we have no choice," Lin Xueqing had already grabbed her coat. "The Old Curator chose to meet there for a reason."
In the night, the two of them once again infiltrated the Forbidden City. This time, even the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and everything around them was shrouded in darkness.
"Be careful," Shen Mo Ting said, pulling Lin Xueqing back. "There's movement."
A faint light flickered from the direction of Yangxin Hall, resembling the beam of a flashlight.
"Let's follow it," Lin Xueqing whispered.
They crept along the wall and finally arrived outside Yangxin Hall. Shadows could be seen moving inside.
"Are you ready?" Shen Mo Ting asked, gripping Lin Xueqing's hand.
She could feel the warmth of his palm, which oddly reassured her. "Yes."
The moment they pushed open the door, both of them froze.
The hall was empty, with only a single oil lamp flickering on a table. Beside the lamp lay a scroll, and beneath it was a piece of paper.
Lin Xueqing stepped forward to pick up the note and read aloud under the dim light:
"Some truths are not on paper, but within the painting."
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