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"Your mother..." Director Chen's voice trembled slightly, "She was an excellent Cultural Relic Restorer."
"How did she die?" Lin Xueqing stepped closer.
"In a car accident," Director Chen replied, "just as it says in the records."
"No." The Old Curator suddenly spoke up, "It's time to tell the truth, Director Chen. She has the right to know."
Director Chen fell silent for a moment. "It's been twenty years; let's just leave it in the past."
"Twenty years..." Lin Xueqing murmured, "That's the year my mother passed away."
"It was also when this Comb first appeared," the Old Curator added.
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly grew tense.
"Your mother was the first to discover the secret of the Comb," the Old Curator looked at Lin Xueqing, "She stumbled upon it while restoring a Qing Dynasty artifact."
"And then?"
"Then she discovered more. Too much more," the Old Curator sighed.
"Enough!" Director Chen interrupted sharply, "Some things should never be brought to light."
"Why?" Lin Xueqing questioned, "Is it because these truths threaten certain people?"
"It's not a threat," Director Chen's voice was low, "it's a protection."
"Protection of what?"
"Protection of the current peace," Old Curator interjected. "Your mother discovered not just a historical secret, but an ongoing... crisis."
Lin Xueqing felt her heart race. "What do you mean?"
"The conspiracy mentioned in Lang Shining's secret letter," Old Curator said, "did not end with the fall of the Zunghar. It has persisted, taking on another form."
"And your mother," Director Chen continued, "found traces of this secret organization in modern times."
Lin Xueqing felt breathless. "So she..."
"She did it to protect you," Old Curator said softly. "After realizing she was being targeted, she chose to..."
"No!" Lin Xueqing stepped back. "Are you saying that accident..."
"It was her own choice," Director Chen stated. "To cut off all leads and make those people believe the secret had died with her."
Lin Xueqing felt her legs weaken, and Shen Mo Ting quickly supported her.
"But before she left," Old Curator continued, "she entrusted the Comb and clues to me, asking me to wait for the right moment..."
"Tell me the truth?" Lin Xueqing's voice trembled.
"No," the Old Curator shook his head. "You must wait until you have the ability to protect yourself."
Silence fell once more in the hall. The light from the oil lamp seemed to dim.
"Now you all know," Director Chen surveyed the crowd, "how dangerous this secret is. What will your choice be?"
"I choose to continue," Lin Xueqing raised her head, tears glistening in her eyes, "for my Mother."
"So do I," the Old Curator said, "for the truth of history."
Shen Mo Ting tightened his grip on Lin Xueqing's hand. "I will protect her."
Director Chen sighed deeply. "Very well." He turned and walked toward the door, pausing at the entrance. "But remember, from this moment on, you have embarked on a path of no return."
The sound of the door closing echoed through the hall. Lin Xueqing looked at the bundle in her arms, knowing this was just the beginning.
The truth about her Mother, the secrets of history, and that mysterious organization... everything was hidden within this small bundle.
And she finally understood why some doors are truly invisible.
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