The night in Berghain felt peaceful and weighty.
It lacked the flashy chaos of cities like Paree and Toyo, instead giving off the sense of being immersed in a solemn historical atmosphere.
In a workers' bar, Lin Yi sat in a corner, sipping on a pint of authentic dark beer while scrolling through news on his phone.
"Who burned down the Freemasons' building in Newyo?"
Lin Yi took a sip of beer and muttered to himself, "Could Ning Che and the others have done it?"
After thinking it over, Lin Yi felt it was a real possibility.
Apart from them, it seemed unlikely anyone else would do such a thing.
At this thought, Lin Yi smiled. "We're getting more and more in sync."
He smacked his lips, downed the rest of his beer in one gulp, ordered two burgers to go, and disappeared into the night.
About a dozen hours later, after a layover, Lin Yi arrived in Soul, just around noon local time.
