Tap tap tap…
Hurried footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with graying hair, Mishelson crossed the staircase to arrive at a secret room beneath No. Seventy Eight Qiming Street Church.
He stood at the door, smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, wiped his disheveled hair, and after ensuring he still looked presentable, knocked on the wooden door with an uneasy heart.
Thump thump!
The newly installed brown wooden door opened inward, and white Water Mist poured out from the secret room. The room, dotted with candles, shone with glittering gold, and in the center was a square black bath; boiling water spouted from the mouth of a lion carved on the wall. Amidst the dense sound of water, a woman's seductive giggle rang out, "Mishelson, why bother tidying your clothes? I've seen you at your worst, what more is there to hide?"
