The blades of the ceiling fan in the detective office struggled to cut through the sultry air, making a regular "creak, creak" sound, like a pendulum in disrepair. Lu Chengan leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingertips on the table, and his eyes fell on the dark red edge of the envelope.
Fire paint seal.
The solidified wax shows a gloomy dark red color, with two seal characters "Jingyuan" pressed in the middle, the lines are complicated and cold. He was in no hurry to dismantle it. The sour aftertaste of cheap instant coffee floated in the air, mixed with the fumes from the street restaurants outside the window. This was the entire smell of his life three years after leaving the Lu family.
Without any warning, the letter lay on the heavily worn brown mat at the door of his office.
Lu Chengan finally stretched out two fingers, pinched the corner of the envelope, and gently lifted it up. The envelope is light but feels extremely heavy when pressed. He picked up the letter opener, and the hiss of the blade across the paper was particularly clear in the quiet room. There is only one card inside, which is thick beige cardboard with black Song font printed on it. There is no header, no signature, and only one line of words:
"Mr. Lu Zhenbang passed away early this morning. The will reading is scheduled for eight o'clock tomorrow night in Jingyuan Study Room. As a special member, you must attend."
