The pitch-black night β
It's three in the morning, a time when most people are in deep sleep, and also the favorite time of activity for thieves.
A small iron wire, slowly pushed into the keyhole, doesn't take much force, just skill to open it easily.
Du Lai slowly pushed the door open, his sense of touch immediately noting something was not right.
Looking up, he noticed a bulging garbage bag hanging over the door, teetering on the edge of falling. If he had pushed the door any harder, that bag would have fallen, hitting him on the head.
He gently touched the bag, and inside, it was filled with a liquid, oily substance like leftover food or soup.
Du Lai's eye twitched twice.
But this minor obstacle would not stop him.
His nimble hands removed the garbage bag and gently placed it on the ground, his movements were extremely light.