Downstairs, there was a place where bicycles were repaired. Liu Chen borrowed a thin wire from an old man, inserted it into the lock, fiddled with it a bit, turned the doorknob, and the door surprisingly opened.
Liu Chen immediately went inside, discovering that no one was home, and there were no signs of suicide either.
"Where is everyone?"
Liu Chen was puzzled but found a shattered cup in the living room. It seemed to have been accidentally knocked over, and there was a slipper on the floor, as if someone had been dragged away.
"Could it be that Ouyang Xiangyi is really in danger at this moment?"
As Liu Chen was about to leave, he bumped into the neighbor across the hall in the corridor, a single attractive woman.
Liu Chen was quite handsome, with a muscular build and well-defined features, one could say he was the kind of man mature women were drawn to.
"Young man, do you have any business here?"
