Damn it, you stand still for me.

Father's voice was already trembling: "Sir!"

The aura grew stronger and stronger, so strong that it made Tang Yanqing's heart race.

No, what made him so tense was not the suspect, but the inexplicable aura that had joined from the hall. It was especially apparent on this Father, evidently, she had appeared by Father's side, perhaps even Father had touched her...

How did she show up here? And how did she disappear together from this door?

He tilted his head, clearly smiling, but it made that Father shudder with a shiver.

Tang Yanqing leisurely traced the carvings on the door with his fingers: "How about we make a deal: you open this door for me; I'll take a look inside, then leave without checking elsewhere."

The wooden door was very old, the carving had wood splinters where some of the wood had split. He unobtrusively plucked a hair from those splinters. He lightly sniffed it at the tip of his nose, his long eyes suddenly knitting tight.

She was here, he was certain!