One hundred and ninety-six. Ancient books.

The door wasn't closed, leaving it open was one of Lu Li's ways to judge if he was safe.

The cold, wet soles of his shoes left damp marks on the floor, other than the creaks with each step, there was no other sound, and an eerie calm pervaded the house.

Apart from the smell of damp wood, there was also a faint stench of rotting food in the living room beyond the entrance hall.

Considering that no one had entered the house in the week after Petra was consumed, it was natural that no one had cleaned, so it was normal for leftover food to rot.

Lu Li remained silent, while Thomas kept on talking, "Did you know, 'The Carnivorous House' was my investigation at first. If you've seen the files."

Lu Li's gaze shifted from the surroundings to Thomas, "I didn't see your name in them."

"I just chose to remain anonymous." Thomas walked towards the kitchen, stopped at the door, pinched his nose with a disgusted expression, waved a gloved hand, and turned away from the kitchen.