346, Preparation work

"Am I opening it the wrong way?"

In the psychological counseling clinic, Du Wei sat on the sofa, carefully observing the two golden vases on the coffee table, inlaid with sapphires all over.

They looked a bit like flower vases.

The reason they seemed off was that Du Wei had checked for quite a while and couldn't find any letters on the vases, nor any medium for the curse.

His future father-in-law, Lawrence, had sent word that the antiques were exactly as they had been when auctioned, with no discrepancies whatsoever.

Therefore, the problem was quite awkward.

Du Wei couldn't find any useful information.

Yet, he could feel that these two vases had some kind of strange quality, similar to a mask and the oil painting hanging over the head of his bed—another door.