After entering the secret room, Gu Jueye's cold gaze swept over the surroundings indifferently.

As Feng Yi walked to the desk, he said, "It seems this person really likes the style of the Republic of China era. The furniture and decorations here are very common in wealthy households during that period."

Gu Jueye walked to the bedside and looked at the light purple bed curtains and bedding: "This looks like a woman's room."

“Yes, this is a woman’s room. Look over here.”

Gu Jueye turned to look at Feng Yi. He walked to the mahogany wardrobe, opened one of the doors, and found clothes worn by girls in the Republican era. The red shawl embroidered with plum blossoms was neatly arranged on top.

Gu Jueye felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

Feng Yi chuckled, his wheat-colored skin gleaming with shrewdness: "Although this room looks like a girl's bedroom, there are no signs that anyone has lived here. The owner here seems to really like some styles from the Republican era. The girl in the red cloak from the mural outside also appears in this room, which means that this girl in the red cloak is very important to the owner here. Now that I've come this far, I'm a little confused. Could this girl be his ancestor?"

Gu Jueye walked to the wardrobe, reached out and picked up the red cloak. Although it had been through the years, the clothes were still in excellent condition.

"Have you ever seen anyone commemorate their ancestors like this?"

Feng Yi raised an eyebrow: "That's why I find it strange. Don't tell me it's your lover. A woman from the Republic of China era would be at least a hundred years old by now, right? Is the owner of this place an old man?"

Gu Jueye's gaze swept carefully around the room: "Don't you think there's something strange about this place?"

Feng Yi followed Gu Jueye's gaze and glanced at him, puzzled: "It is indeed strange, because this master's hobbies cannot be reasoned out according to normal people's thinking."

"I was referring to the items in this house." Gu Jueye put the red cloak back into the wardrobe.

In what year was this place completed?

Five years ago.

"This bedroom was obviously renovated later, and the condition of the furniture doesn't seem to be a modern replica. It's very likely that they are antiques preserved from the Republican era. This shows that the other party cares a lot about everything here. So why didn't they take anything with them when they left?"

"Perhaps they're afraid of attracting our attention?"

Gu Jueye chuckled softly and silently shook his head.

"He easily kidnapped Qianmo and then secretly sent her to Tiancheng Mountain, thirty kilometers away, to mislead everyone. How could he not take away something he cherished?"

This was the first time Feng Yi, a renowned detective, had been led astray by someone else's way of thinking.

"You don't mean to say that these things were left behind on purpose, do you? That makes no sense at all. Why would he leave such a strange room? Did he not want it anymore? Or did he want to leave it for someone to see?"

Thinking of the second possibility, Feng Yi suddenly looked at Gu Jueye in front of him.

"My lord, it seems they're after you."