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The old lady's fingers suddenly paused on the thick book page, as if she had found the key information she had been looking for. She carefully flattened the page and then read out a passage in a loud and sharp tone, each word filled with authority: "Amman Yang, twenty-two years old, appointment time, five thirty in the afternoon, recommended by... Nicholas Wolff, note... Egypt investigation... backup newcomer." Her voice echoed in the hall, creating a serious atmosphere throughout the space. After reading these words, she slowly shifted her gaze away from the book and stared sharply at Oman.
Oman felt a bit embarrassed, his face showing a sheepish expression, while also realizing that his lateness might have caused inconvenience to the "Guardians of Time Association." He noticed the old lady opening an ancient pocket watch next to her, checking the time. The hands on the watch clearly pointed to seven twenty-five, indicating that he was nearly two hours late. Oman hurriedly explained to the old lady the reason for his lateness: "I'm very sorry, I'm not familiar with this place, and today's weather is very cold, so I took a lot of wrong turns, which led to my lateness."
The old lady's eyes flashed with a hint of dissatisfaction, and her gaze sharply fixed on Oman, as if silently telling him that such a mistake must never happen again in the future. She lightly jumped off the chair and walked up to Oman, making a guiding gesture. Then she turned and walked towards the door on the side of the hall, leaving behind a captivating figure.
Oman quickly caught up with the old lady's pace, feeling both curious and nervous. This mysterious and stern old lady seemed to be the key figure to the deeper secrets of the "Guardians of Time Association." In this organization full of rules and secrets, even a small lateness could have unpredictable consequences for his future. Oman silently vowed to be stricter with himself from now on, ensuring that no lateness would ever occur again.
The old lady gently pushed open the wooden door, as if it were an entrance to another time and space, exuding an ancient and mysterious feeling. The corridor behind the door stretched far into the distance, with only a few dim yellowish light bulbs scattered around, barely illuminating the narrow passage. The dim light cast long shadows on the walls, making the space look particularly gloomy, as if every step could lead into an unknown trap.
Oman involuntarily swallowed in the oppressive environment, his heart pounding, feeling an indescribable tension and unease. He tried to stay calm, but the atmosphere of the corridor couldn't help but remind him of ancient legends of mazes. He followed the old lady cautiously, trying to avoid making too much noise with each step.
As they ventured deeper into the corridor, the weather outside worsened. Suddenly, a deep rumble of thunder echoed outside, sounding like a distant beast roaring in anger. The thunder reverberated through the enclosed corridor, filling the space with an atmosphere of fear and mystery. Each clap of thunder made Oman's heart beat faster, as if reminding him of the impending unknown danger.
At the end of the corridor, an ancient door stood silently. The old lady walked steadily to the door, seemingly waiting quietly for Oman to arrive. Oman took a deep breath, quickened his pace, and followed closely behind her. His heart was filled with curiosity and anticipation for the unknown world that awaited, but also with a hint of unease. What kind of world lay behind this door? This was the question echoing in Oman's mind. As they approached the door, the surrounding thunder seemed to grow louder, as if opening a resounding gate for the new world they were about to enter.
When the old lady pushed open the door without hesitation, a dazzling white light suddenly surged, illuminating the entire space. Oman was almost unable to open his eyes due to the intense light, and he needed a moment to adjust to this sudden brightness.
As his eyes gradually adjusted to the light, Oman found himself standing in a research laboratory filled with modern equipment. This was a stark contrast to the gloomy corridor he had just passed through. The laboratory was equipped with a variety of historical research instruments, ranging from precision microscopes to various measuring tools, all present.
In the research lab, many people are working diligently, each one focused on their own research. Some researchers are delicately cleaning a certain artifact with a small brush, carefully studying the inscriptions and patterns on it. Others are poring over thick reference books, searching for historical clues and secrets. A small group is gathered around a whiteboard, engaged in intense discussion about a historical event, surrounded by various notes and maps.
This scene both shocked and delighted Oman. He never expected the seemingly ancient and outdated "Guardians of Time Association" to have such modern and advanced research facilities internally. This discovery deepened his curiosity and awe for the organization's capabilities and secrets. At the same time, as a passionate young scholar of history, Oman feels incredibly excited to conduct his research in such an environment. It seems that endless historical mysteries are waiting for him to unravel.
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