Chapter 625: Chaos at the New Moon Restaurant! Ten-Minute Halftime!

The New Moon Restaurant, including those watching the livestream, all felt their nerves were already plenty tough.

After all, ever since Zhang Lin began explaining the tomb of the Prince of Gumo, every key point had struck them like a bolt from the blue.

The eerie logic of the murals, the Prince of Gumo's behavior, and the imaginary space involved.

Given all these major premises, their minds couldn't help but fray at the edges.

But those who held such thoughts had ultimately still underestimated Zhang Lin.

As long as the final answer hadn't been revealed, all the shock would keep on coming.

And this feeling of shock only escalated each time—Zhang Lin always had a way to astonish these people even more than before.

Take, for example, the seventh mural being unveiled right now.

【Holy crap! I was just eating noodles and sprayed it all over my keyboard in one go.】

【Pretty much the same here—I was drinking milk tea and my keyboard is completely fried. Just put in an old one.】

【Waaah! Mr. Zhang, you owe me a jianbing guozi—I had just picked it up, took one bite, and dropped it on the floor.】

The barrage right now was almost entirely messages like these, all in various tones of grievance.

Actually, they couldn't be blamed for being surprised. After hearing the previous six murals explained, they had already pieced together a complete, closed story arc.

Unfortunately, heaven doesn't always grant one's wishes—the story still held some kind of reversal, or at the very least, they hadn't yet seen the final outcome.

It's like reading a novel only to find the last few pages torn out.

At this moment, everyone was itching with unbearable frustration.

Inside the New Moon Restaurant, the crowd did react for a moment, and immediately after came an endless chorus of tea-spraying sounds.

Quite a few people even fell straight off their chairs.

This kind of thing often happens in comedy performances, and right now reality was putting on a perfect demonstration.

Inside the New Moon Restaurant, things gradually started boiling over, no calmer than the barrage.

Seeing this, Zhang Lin could only shake his head helplessly. He had expected these people to be shocked, but he hadn't anticipated the intensity of their reaction at all.

The next moment, with a sharp "smack," Zhang Lin grabbed the wake-up block and struck it once.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn over.

【What's that supposed to mean? Surely he's not really going to leave it for next time?】

【No way, that's just too.......】

【The rope's already tied up. If Mr. Zhang pulls a stunt like this, I'll livestream hanging myself right alongside it.】

【Calm down, I don't think so. It hasn't even been that long, and everyone knows Mr. Zhang's professional ethics.】

Inside the New Moon Restaurant, as the wake-up block fell, the atmosphere that had just ignited instantly froze.

Zhang Lin then said, "Everyone, settle your emotions. Let's take a ten-minute break."

Hoo—

Hearing these words, the crowd also breathed a sigh of relief.

A storyteller taking a halftime break was still fairly common—sometimes because the story itself was too long, and sometimes due to unexpected circumstances.

Zhang Lin's current request for a ten-minute break was clearly the second kind of situation.

There had to be such a gap now to let everyone settle their emotions.

Zhang Lin knew that without this ten-minute break, problems would come one after another, many of them ambiguous ones.

He couldn't possibly answer them one by one.

With these ten minutes, things would be different—through discussion, many of those questions could digest themselves.

Afterwards, he would only need to address one issue: the matter of the seventh mural.

As for where this mural was located, he believed that with just a little divergent thinking, anyone could figure it out.

After all, the tomb chamber's space was only so large; nowhere else could accommodate a mural of such scale.

Given that premise, the answer was right there on the surface.

Zhang Lin stepped down, and the crowd had no heart to watch the discussion over at the Second Archaeology Team. Inside the New Moon Restaurant, they began talking among themselves.