"Can we open it and take a look?" Hearing Joan's voice, Leonard Ethan walked over to look at the old box that completely clashed with the surrounding environment, then asked.
"No, the lid of this box seems to be nailed shut. I tried earlier. Without tools, we'll never get it open." Saying so, Joan turned on her flashlight and shone it through the cracks in the wooden board.
"But I did catch a glimpse of something inside. Even though it's wrapped up, by its silhouette, size, and style, it appears to be an old portable television."
"Then let's open it back home. It won't be easy to transport if we open it here." After observing through the cracks in the board and ensuring that there were no firearms or other troublesome items inside, Leonard nodded.
"We're done here now. Once we get the homeowner's signature after a final check, we can go. By the way! What do you guys plan on having for dinner?"
