11 PM.
In the alley of the self-built house where Bernice Eames lived.
The infrastructure in this place was still quite poor.
Once it got dark.
You could basically no longer see any streetlights.
Because most of the residents were elderly.
Their bedtime was early, which made the environment seem quiet.
However, the building where Bernice Eames lived was noticeably different from the surroundings.
The lights in several rooms were on.
The courtyard had a large iron gate, tightly closed.
It looked like a sign saying 'No Trespassing'.
At this moment.
In a certain room on the second floor.
Two people were eagerly watching the surveillance on the monitor.
Because on the screen, at a corner not far from where they were, a man and a woman were passionately kissing against the wall.
The man's hand roamed heavily over the woman's body.
He even lifted one of her legs.
Looking at their stance, they seemed prepared to sneak off in this dim and gloomy place.
