"Are you sure you want to dress like this for the lecture? I feel like those people will definitely mock you..." Eric couldn't help but remind him.
"Here's the key." Jeming handed over a copper key, "The door downstairs, the door upstairs, don't open the basement door. The electrician will probably arrive around nine in the morning. Have them run the wires openly, don't let them randomly drill into the walls."
"Got it." Eric took the key, hesitated for a moment, "Um...why shouldn't I open the basement door? What's inside?"
Jeming glanced at him.
That glance was very calm, without any hint of threat, but Eric immediately shut his mouth. "I won't open it, won't open anything," he said.
Jeming nodded, picked up a small bag, and headed out onto the street.
His pace was neither fast nor slow, but he soon turned into a vague shadow in the dense fog and then completely disappeared.
Eric pushed the door of the old bookstore open and went inside.
