The hallway's light spilled into the pitch-black room, unveiling a small, narrow space with a plush carpet that entered He Ao's field of view.
To the left of the entrance was a cramped bathroom. Through the narrow corridor formed between the bathroom and the wall was an old, large bed and a desk with a small TV hanging above.
He Ao reached for the light switch by the door, turned it on, and stepped into the room. On the desk lay a box of takeaway that hadn't been opened yet, and the chair underneath had been pulled out as if someone had just been sitting there.
Beside the desk was an open suitcase packed with neatly folded clothes, and a passport carelessly thrown on top of them.
He Ao crouched down, picked up the passport, and flipped it open.
The photo on the passport indeed belonged to that Central Earth tourist.
He raised his head, glanced at the empty room, and then touched the chair.
The chair was still warm, and the unopened takeaway was too.