There are no graves or corpses outside, he should live here by himself, and that room is also his room. "Guo Miaofeng only said what he could see, and he couldn't analyze anything else.

"Are you saying that the city lord should sleep in a dead man's bed?" Even Yuan Zhiran couldn't help but raise his voice slightly at this time, his increasingly handsome face full of disbelief.

"Oh, yes, it's okay, I've washed them all. There's a washing machine here, and I've disinfected it." He didn't notice what Yuan Zhiran was worried about at all. He thought Yuan Zhiran was worried that the old man might have some infectious disease, so he made a reassuring gesture and said, "I've lived here for a few days. Don't worry, it's okay!"

"You want the city lord to sleep in the bed where you have slept before and where someone died?" Yuan Zhiran was full of disbelief. Is Guo Miaofeng serious?

"Isn't it nice? There are books, teacups, and many handicrafts in it. It's a very comfortable room." Kuni Miaofeng said with a smile, "The old man likes literary and artistic things. There are also many old discs, but they are too old to play. Oh, and he also has the habit of keeping a diary."

When Yuan Zhiran heard about the diary, he immediately asked, "Didn't you read his diary?"

"It's not a good idea to read someone's diary without their consent." Guo Miaofeng scratched his head.

"Didn't you sleep in someone else's bed and live in someone else's room without their consent?" Yuan Zhiran asked.

Suddenly, the two of them looked at each other in silence.

He Fang covered his face with his hands.