Chu Qingzhi observed the man's hands and noticed that the calluses on his left hand were more pronounced than those on his right, indicating he was left-handed. Left-handers tend to place things opposite to right-handers and in a manner convenient for themselves…
She looked around the room, deducing from a person's habits, and approached the wardrobe, pulling out the luggage from the left side.
Opening the luggage, hidden amongst neatly folded clothes, was a delicate box with a lock on it.
The lock was a tricky mechanism that would permanently lock if not opened with a specific key.
However, there are always those who don't play by the rules. With a light flick of her hand and a flash of light from her palm, the lock clicked open and shattered into pieces, scattering on the floor.
The box was now open.
"Hongjun, over here."
Inside the box, on white silk, lay three hollow needles of varying sizes.
