Unfortunately, they came at the wrong time. The room was silent.
Ji Jing looked around. The first floor of the iron house was as simple as the houses of all the forest rangers.
However, there was only one window in the room, and the Metasequoia outside blocked some of the light, so the room was abnormally dark.
An ordinary sofa, bed, dining table…There was nothing unusual on the first floor, and the island in the park did not have the conditions to build a basement. Ming Ze winked at her, hinting at her. Ji Jing quickly nodded and quietly walked to the second floor.
After taking a few steps up the stairs, Ji Jing saw from afar that the second floor was locked.
The second floor of the house was tightly locked. This kind of security referred to the fact that apart from a physical lock, there were also many talismans used to prevent people from entering. Clearly, the owner of the house had come prepared.
