If it was just a suicide, it would not have been so scary, but the dead man's detached arm still had not been found. No one dared move in—what if an arm poked out at them when they were cleaning the place?
"I still want to take a look," Chen Ge said calmly, like this was nothing serious to him.
"Okay." There was a patch on the back of the man's shirt that was wet, drenched by cold sweat. "Actually this place is not bad. The same model at Electrical Plant's residence is four times the price."
After the door opened, a weird stench flew out—it smelled like mildew. The man tried the light in the living room, but perhaps because it had not been used for a long time, he had to work for it for some time before the light came on. The light banished the darkness and seeped into the room. Chen Ge walked into the room. He did not want to do anything extra; his purpose was to look for that drawer.
