Karen's heart suddenly thumped.
Then,
there was a brief silence.
Strangely,
the other side did not hang up the phone.
"You're interrupting my art creation..."
This sentence kept repeating rapidly in Karen's mind, including the tone and intonation.
Karen didn't think he had dialed the wrong number,
nor did he think someone was playing a joke.
And he certainly didn't naively believe that the other person was an artist, doing some traditional art in a crematorium.
Sometimes intuition was important, as it could help you skip a lot of unnecessary details and get straight to the core of the problem.
Although reason told him that this was too bizarre and absurd,
Karen, after the brief silence,
used his right-hand fingers to pinch his throat,
and said,
"So, do you need some valuable artistic advice?"
"Huh?"
