At eight o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly, and the weather had been clear for the past few days. The oblique light sprinkled through the city, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, it shone on the marble floor of the Tulip Antiques Exhibition Hall. The faintly reflected light made the reflections of a few people by the window somewhat blurred.
This was Hall 09, located at the far end of the main hall to the east.
So, there were only a sparse few people, around five or six in total.
One reason was its peripheral location; another was the impact of yesterday's incident.
Except for those truly interested in these antiques, at least half the people had cancelled their third day at the antique exhibition.
After all, no one wanted to be inexplicably caught up in an attack that could pose a danger to their personal safety and property.
