One hour later, the middle-aged man came back to Hai Ming Apartments with the young man from Room 302. The young man had a bandage on his head, and his pupils were still quite unfocused.
"You're finally home." Chen Ge walked out from Room 304, his hand still holding the mallet. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to ask you some questions."
The young man's eyes darted about evasively before opening the door to his room. "Come in then."
There was a thick stench in Room 302. Even the middle-aged man whose room was far from tidy had his hand over his nose. "How long has it been since you cleaned this place? Has some food gone sour or something?"
Chen Ge was confused. The room looked tidy, and the young man kept up his appearances; he did not look like a sleazy type of person.
