The apartment building was very quiet.
Mo Shiche, tall and imposing, stood at the door. Having knocked for a long time with no answer, he redialed Luo Qiangwei's mobile phone and heard the ringing from inside the apartment, but there was still no sign of anyone answering.
His heart suddenly filled with anxiety. He reached for the doorknob only to discover it was a password lock. Mo Shiche's brows furrowed tightly as he suddenly raised his long finger to press four digits: 0808.
Luo Qiangwei's birthday.
The next second, the door lock gave a beep and opened—
Mo Shiche, who was entering the code, paused his finger slightly before he pulled open the door and strode inside.
A strange fragrance permeated the apartment,
The bathroom door was ajar, and the floor tiles were damp, obviously having been used not long ago for a shower.
Mo Shiche followed the trail of clothes to the bedroom doorway and suddenly felt his foot step on something.
He looked down to find a pure black garment.
