In the shabby office, the scent of engine oil and the pungent smell of smoke intermingled, spreading unchecked.
An incandescent lamp hung from the ceiling, casting a dim light on the figures sitting in a circle.
Illuminating a few faces, either grave or expectant.
"Cough, cough..."
Suddenly, a slight cough broke the silence.
"Crow, can't you smoke one less cigarette?"
A crisp voice like a yellow warbler followed, with a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Sorry, I'm a bit sleepy, trying to refresh myself."
Li Dingjian yawned as he stubbed the half-burnt cigarette in the ashtray.
"Open the window, let some air in."
The Professor spoke in a deep voice, instructing.
Upon hearing this, Big Hammer immediately stood up and strode toward the window.
As the window creaked open, fresh air, carrying the chill of the night, poured in, dispelling the stale atmosphere inside.
Everyone's spirits lifted as they refocused their attention on the central figure, the graceful lady.
