Xiao Bu stayed at a normal apartment; her stepfather did not appear to be that well-off.
"Shall we knock?" Standing in the corridor, Chen Ge held the murderer that he had caught from the bush and wondered aloud. "This is after all Xiao Bu's place, so it doesn't seem right for me to break the door down."
Chen Ge tried the doorknob, and to his surprise, the door was not locked. As the lock clicked, the door was pushed open. A faded stench drifted out from inside the room. Chen Ge narrowed his eyes, and his pupils constricted, a sign that he was using Yin Yang Vision.
Coffee table, sofa, television cupboard… All the furniture looked normal—there was nothing unique about them.
"Someone has died here; you'd better not go in." His hands tied behind his back, the murderer uttered with his head lowered. He looked like he was talking to himself.
