After pushing the door open, Qiao Jiuyin entered the house and rushed straight to the second room on the first floor. As she stood beside the floor, she hesitated for a moment. In the end, she bent down and picked up the carpet.
A narrow staircase diagonally led the way underground.
Qiao Jiuyin took out a flashlight from her bag and walked ahead under the faint light.
At the end of the stairs was a long corridor in the basement. After walking down that corridor, Qiao Jiuyin finally reached the end.
The endpoint was a ten-square-meter imprisonment room.
The prison room was surrounded by a dirt wall on three sides. On the front were two bulletproof glass doors. Through the transparent glass door, Qiao Jiuyin saw the man locked in the prison room. It was a man with slightly white hair and a thin body. He looked to be in his fifties, but he was actually older.
Or perhaps, younger.
