After the locksmith arrived, he quickly opened the iron door. Chen Ningxi clearly noticed Fan Xia's particularly nervous expression; nine times out of ten, the electricity theft device was right here.
Only upon entering did they realize that the two rooms were originally one; a cement wall had been built in between. One room was used as a power distribution room, equipped with facilities, and the other was filled with waste, leaving no place to step.
Chen Ningxi took out a flashlight and scanned the inside. It seemed there was nothing special, but when the flashlight fell at her feet, she spotted some freshly pressed muddy shoe prints. She squatted to examine them closely and noticed the faint red brick dust on the edges, identical to the dust raised by the brick-making machine.
She followed the direction of the footprints and saw a pile of clutter as tall as a person in the corner.