Yin Tao realized that there must be something wrong with this room, so she studied the room carefully again. There wasn't much furniture in the study room, only a large desk and a comfortable-looking director's chair. There were tall bookshelves all around, and they were filled with books and documents.
Yin Tao's gaze was constantly searching through these books. Meng Heng seemed to be a little bored and asked Feng Jing with a smile, "Officer Feng, are we done with this room? There are only four floors here and there's no other place."
Although Feng Jing was a little unwilling, he still didn't notice any abnormality in the room. Just as he was feeling at a loss, he suddenly heard Yin Tao say, "Mr. Meng, the thickest book in the third row of the bookshelf, the one on paintings, it looks very good. May I take a look?"
