Third floor corridor, the only apparent difference between the rooms on the right and left sides, is probably the door itself.
The brown lacquered doors appear more upscale than the ordinary dark blue iron doors, even though they both have windows. However, the complexity of the locks on the left side seems to be more substantial.
After inspecting them, the female social worker reached out to twist the round doorknob, only to find that it wouldn't open.
"Sis, it's locked." She turned around, blinking in slight frustration.
The female reporter by her side hadn't expected her to simply twist the doorknob and was taken aback for a moment, then responded, "The keys are probably with the staff from the street office; he was in charge of opening the doors earlier."
"So what do we do now?" The social worker looked at her.
"Think of another way."
"Break it open?"
"..."
