"Yeah, when I got back, I even told Xiao’an about it, but after hearing it, she just pondered for a moment and then said nothing, only telling me to leave them alone."
The plump lady doesn’t seem to hide anything from this man, perhaps because the person with him is the husband of the girl in her room.
Ying Hao felt even more peculiar hearing this.
The young mistress’s reaction was unexpectedly calm? So who on earth are these two groups of people?
He recalled when they came earlier, how he inadvertently saw a disappearing car silhouette, and the commotion he had witnessed in the Bamboo Garden before coming here.
Frankly, he hadn’t expected to find the young mistress here. If not for following the young master, he would have thought that woman was really captured and kept by the old master.
But, he hadn’t expected the young master to bring him to this place and see her.
That would mean the old master was lying, and that woman wasn’t in his hands at all. So why would he say that? Why would he deceive the young master?
Ying Hao, thinking about the events happening in the garden these past few days, finally felt something was amiss. Taking a deep drag on his cigarette, he asked, "Auntie, can I have the key to that room? I’d like to take a look myself."
"Go ahead if you want. The room’s door is already smashed, the lock is useless, it’s over there." The plump lady pointed in the direction.
Hearing that, Ying Hao put out his cigarette and walked towards that direction...
A few minutes later, on the other side of the building!
There was another room 301. The entrance decor and the hallway were almost identical to the other side, with the only difference being that this 301 faced north, while the other faced south.
He saw it and came to the room, and indeed, just a casual pull and the door opened.
The door had indeed been smashed!
Seeing this, his brows furrowed tightly, and he pulled the door open, stepping inside.
Upon entering, the room, which had been tidy and clean, was now in complete disarray. The living room, bedroom, and even the balcony showed signs of being searched, not even sparing the kitchen and bathroom.
What were they looking for?
Seeing this scene, he grew more confused. Stepping inside, he saw the living room littered with items someone had rummaged through and threw to the ground, and he began searching immediately, hoping to find some clues.
However, to his disappointment, he found nothing in the room. Yet, on the kitchen balcony, he noticed a pile of overturned dirt.
Seeing this, his gaze shifted, and he squatted beside the pile of dirt.
Why was there dirt here? Weren’t they looking for the young mistress?
Moreover, why did they mess up the room this badly? Could they be looking for something other than the young mistress?
He looked around again, and indeed, in a trash bin not far away, he saw a broken pottery jar.
He walked over, picked up a piece casually, and realized that this pottery wasn’t ordinary but rather seemed to be an ancient earthen jar. When he picked it up, his fingers felt moss all over the shard.