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It was already midnight, and there were very few people outside. The three of them arrived smoothly at the address of number 2,653, but he was not home.
“His home is no different from any other ordinary home.” Hu Yanjing and Ren Chenfeng became much more cautious when they saw that no one was home.
The main reason is that I'm not home, and I'm afraid of alerting them.
“There are many differences.” Xia Xiang’s voice came from the backyard. Looking at the incredibly beautiful flowers in the garden, she felt a chill run down her spine. “The smell of blood down there is very strong.”
Hu Yanjing rushed over, sniffed the air, and could only smell the fragrance of flowers. He sneezed several times.
"There's a basement here," Ren Chenfeng's voice came from the living room.
He pushed open the shelf and discovered there was another small door inside.
"I'll go take a look too," Hu Yanjing said, walking up to Ren Chenfeng, and Xia Xiang followed.
The three of them hunched over and entered the narrow, dark passage.
"Uh, how do I open this?" Hu Yanjing's lips twitched.
This door can only be described as sturdy; it's covered in oddly shaped locks.
"All of them are combination locks?" Ren Chenfeng held a flashlight in one hand, examining each lock one by one, while rubbing his chin with the other, frowning in thought. "Let me try."
"Just smash it," Hu Yanjing thought, utterly at his wit's end.
“The noise is too loud,” Ren Chenfeng stepped forward and began to check the locks.
Xia Xiang, wearing a mask, handed the other two masks to Hu Yanjing and Ren Chenfeng.
"What are you doing?" Ren Chenfeng asked, somewhat puzzled, but he still obediently put on his mask.
Xia Xiang took out a bottle and poured it down from the top of the door. Wherever the liquid touched, the door hissed and corroded.
Hu Yanjing, Ren Chenfeng: !!!
The smell of the corroded door wasn't actually unpleasant, but the door was practically a bank vault, about ten centimeters thick, and it took Xia Xiang three bottles to completely corrode it.
"A friendly gift," Xia Xiang said, pulling out the last bottle and handing it to the still-shocked Hu Yanjing. "Use it well."
"Can it be used to destroy evidence?" Hu Yanjing swallowed hard.
“Of course you can,” Xia Xiang raised an eyebrow. “However, is it appropriate for a righteous reserve member of the Imperial Guard to say such a thing?”
"What have you been learning all these years?" Ren Chenfeng asked, somewhat dumbfounded.
"If you're curious, I'll tell you the details tomorrow." Xia Xiang said as she stepped inside. The moment she turned on the light, she saw the man holding a knife, waiting quietly inside.
On the platform in the middle, a corpse still lay silently...
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