In the vast hundred-square-meter lounge, only a dim yellow light bulb shone overhead.
This place was barren and sunless; the glass walls around were sealed with cement, lacking in human warmth and sunlight, comparable to a purgatory.
Just standing here, Yin Mo could feel the overwhelming despair and loneliness.
If... He Chen's mother truly was locked here, how did she endure these years?
Yin Mo worriedly glanced sideways, hesitantly saying, "Auntie is not here; maybe I was wrong..."
He Chen hadn't spoken, but his sharp gaze swept around.
After a moment, he walked to the sink, staring at the water-beaded basin wall, his eyes swirling with stormy waves.
Yin Mo followed him, took a closer look, and was shocked, "This... the water droplets have not dried, the person hasn't gone far."
He Chen licked his molar, pulled out his phone from his pocket, and dialed a call, "He's headquarters, five minutes."
