The itchiness around the eyes disappeared, and turning his head to look, Hu Yiwei was nowhere to be seen.
He hastily got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked to the doorway; the bolt was slid open, and the door was slightly ajar.
"Sss..."
After some thought, Tan Wenbin still felt that he should sneak out to see what had happened; he was here to push for clues, to excavate something to report back to Brother Xiao Yuan, and couldn't just constantly cower like a turtle; necessary risks had to be taken.
Gently pulling the door open a tad more, he then carefully stepped out.
Reaching the hall, he didn't notice anything unusual.
Tan Wenbin thought of the coffin in the kitchen, but just as he was about to tiptoe there, he heard some suppressed noises coming from Zeng Yinyin's room.
Hmm?
Tan Wenbin tiptoed step by step to Zeng Yinyin's room door.
Closer now, the sounds inside became clearer: rhythmic moans of a man and a woman.
