"What on earth are you trying to do?"
Staring at the keys in her hand, Medea once again voiced the question of her soul.
The man standing before her seemed to exude an increasingly icy and insane aura, allowing fear to seep uncontrollably from the depths of her heart.
Medea had the faint feeling that he had no interest in her body or life.
But that did not bring a sense of security; instead, it intensified her fear.
The only consolation was her confirmation that it was an ordinary house, with no abnormal points of the sort.
Hmm?
The next moment, Medea couldn't help but look confused.
Right before her, Fu Qian had taken out something like a thin piece of wire.
Wasn't that her hairpin? What did he want with that thing?
Just as this thought arose, she saw him slightly straighten the hairpin and insert it directly into the keyhole.
Confounded by his actions, she was further bewildered when, with a click, the lock opened in response.
This, this...
