Tan Wenbin gritted his teeth and followed suit.
"Creak!"
The lock inside the wooden door was unlocked, the door was pushed open, and Run Sheng was standing behind the door.
"Xiao Yuan, the key was on the table, so I just went ahead and unlocked it."
"Run Sheng, what are you doing? If there really is a body in here, you're tampering with the scene. How are we supposed to explain ourselves as witnesses?"
Li Zhiyuan entered through the main door and said, "It's fine, your dad will cover for us."
"But this isn't my dad's jurisdiction."
"You were playing cards in the village, your dad took a leave and came to the village in plain clothes to catch you, and then he stumbled upon this house. He's the primary witness."
Tan Wenbin swallowed hard: "That makes sense."
The space inside the room wasn't small, but the floor was full of little mud pits—it wasn't bricked over for hardening.
