Chapter 258:

…Lana, Armando Acolyte, and Ryan are sweating profusely in the L-shaped room. The door between the two rooms is cracked, but there is little conversation. They transferred many boxes that did contain office supplies, and they told their melancholy stories. Only one item slipped into Mai Dong.
"Look at this. Lana said, handing Mai Dong a Christmas card. If there is any sad evidence that Li Huai has high hopes for his career, it is this oil painting on cardboard with soft snow and moonlight. Paint a harmless picture with a message printed inside, and hope the recipient: "The best Christmas until next Christmas! Seasonal greetings from Li Badi. "
Mai Dong smiled. "I bet he never sent any of them."
"What are you kidding?" Mai Dong turned around. Li Bai opened the door.
"Just talking about Christmas," Mai Dongla replied weakly. He put the card on Li Badi's table. "It's not important."
"How is everyone?"
Lana said: "Li Bai is sweating and dusty, ready to eat, but Li Bai is working hard."
"Do I want some Chinese? Or is there a nice Thai place that can provide a few blocks? Or pizza?"
"I vote for Thailand!" Armando shouted from the storage room.
"Thailand is very good to me," Lana said. "Will you drink some Thai beer? I'm thirsty."
"No problem," Li Bad said. "Is the phone still there?"
"Do you want me to do this?" Mai Dong asked.
"No, Mai Dong. I am blind and will not be disabled."
Li Bai confidently walked towards the table, and unabashedly avoided the piles of documents he had walked through. He sat on the chair and sank into it.
"You know this is a comfortable chair. Katz, would you like to put it by the window?"
"You mean in the big room? Instead of Maisha's chair?"
"Yes."
"carry out."
Li Huai slid his chair to his desk, picked up the phone, and dialed the call from his memory.
"I just want to order a bunch of things they do well. Is this okay?"
"Ryan doesn't like things that are too spicy," Armando said. "Right, Ryan?"
Ryan grumbled.
"Are you ok?"
"Yes. Just... concentrate."
"what?"
"No. Just make sure it's not too spicy."
"Already noticed," Li Hao said. "Damn it." He put down the phone. "Dial the wrong number."
He pulled the phone over so that it was right in front of him, then put his finger on the button. "Why should I do that? My head feels-"
He stopped.
"Do you need me to check the phone number?" Mai Dong said.
"Listen." Li Huai murmured. "Did you hear it?"
"what?"
"That light music." Li Huai stood up and put the receiver on the table next to the phone. "You can't hear, Mai Dong? Lana?" He was moving around the other side of the table toward the door of the storage room, kicking a few piles of papers hastily. Lana opened the door as much as possible, pressing the garbage behind the door against the wall.
"Be careful," she said to Li Badi. "The floor is covered-"
too late. Li Bad's feet grabbed one of the boxes. He stumbled forward and fell onto his hands and knees. Several packets of envelopes and rubber bands were spilled from the box he kicked.
"Oh, God, Lee Bad," Lana said. "Are you ok?"
"I'm very good!"
He stretched out his right hand, memory stretched his fingers to the handle of the top drawer of the controversial filing cabinet. However, the drawer is unlocked and empty. It slid out. If Lana didn't slam the heavy object on the drawer and closed it abruptly, Li Wei would fall to the floor a second time. There is still a moment for Li Huai to restore his balance. The music continues to be loud: the sticky sweet melody speeds up like a waltz in a lunatic asylum.
"Where is Ryan?" Li Hao said.
"He went back there," Armando told him. Li Huai guessed that Armando was chatting in the corner of the room. From this angle, Li Huai and Ryan could be seen. The end of the room is the most chaotic. Four black plastic trash bags, a mess of undocumented notes and undocumented documents, discarded cameras thrown in boxes, and hundreds of unexposed but undeveloped film rolls. In all this chaos, some things that Li Huai felt necessary to persist but didn't want to think about every day were buried because of unpleasant associations between them. His journey to the end of the world and the poisonous memento of his wit.
He cursed himself quietly because he had forgotten the danger of being buried in the trash can: he confiscated a scalpel from a demon who mischievous by pretending to be a cheap plastic surgeon; he shut down a demon Souvenirs from the casino. He insisted on all of these, but-
"No," Li Badi said softly. "That's impossible. I leave it in Louisiana."
Li Bai cautiously walked to the corner now. This is obvious. This is the bell in the box, this is the masterpiece of Lyme Archand.
The music it produces is to fascinate the person who is opening it.
"Ryan?" Li Hao said. "what do you have?"
Ryan grumbled in reply. Obviously, he is in the pain of box hypnosis work.
"Harold, what is this?" Mai Dong shouted. "You scared me, man!"
"Ryan! I know you find what you are playing is interesting, but you need to let it go."
Ryan is actually defending his ownership right now.
"I found it in the trash can!"
"I know." Li Huai said as calmly as possible. "But it needs to go back there."
"You heard Li Bad," Mai Dong said. He came to the position behind Li Huai's left shoulder, where he had reliably passed through hell. "Li Huai is not nearby," Mai Dong continued. Just hand over the box. I don't know what you are doing, but neither do you. "
"The hieroglyphs are beautiful."
"It's him," Li Hao said. "This is a German. The man who decided all this was a man in Hamburg. He is dead now but he named the code before he died."
"He," Lana said. "Fuck. That's-"
"Devil, yes. And I'm full."
"What does it say?" Ryan asked.
"Return the box to me and I will tell you."
"No," Ryan said.
"Ryan, listen to yourself," Mai Dong said. He stared at Li Badi's shoulder when he spoke, indicating that he was about to take action.
"I only hear beautiful music."
"Nonsense." Mai Dong moved suddenly, Li Huai heard a melee, and then Ryan's painful shot, the source of the frenetic melody fell to the ground, slipped from the struggle, and finally approached Li Huai's feet. .
Li Dai fell on his hip, and his trembling hand immediately found the box. When he picked it up, Ryan yelled:
"That's mine, you!"
"Go back, Li Bad!" Mai Dong shouted.
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