Seeing that Zhang Xiaomo stopped talking, Su Muyao gave her a peculiar look and, without speaking further, turned and clattered up the stairs.
Yan Junze stared at Zhang Xiaomo, and she put down her bowl and chopsticks and walked out of the door.
Yan Junze also set down his unfinished glass noodles and came outside.
The two walked in front of the next-door room, exchanged glances, then looked at the room where Lin Dong lived.
It was a large self-built bungalow. At the moment, the door was tightly shut, and the curtains in the windows were drawn, so it was impossible to see inside clearly.
"Do you think there's something strange?" Yan Junze couldn't help but say, "The landlord could have gone out early."
"Not necessarily." Zhang Xiaomo walked to the door. The magnetic knife strapped to her waist bounced with her steps, ready to be grabbed at any moment.
When she reached the door, she hesitated briefly, then reached out her right hand and touched the tightly closed door.
