A moment later, Yang Xuetong's photos arrived.
Just as Yang Xuetong had said, the room was spotless, a very simple two-bedroom with a living room and sparse furniture. The kitchen looked as though it had never been used before.
Zhou Ning, puzzled, dialed Yang Xuetong's number.
"Go look at the wardrobe and the shoe cabinet, and video call us directly. This house is too clean to look like someone lives in it."
"Alright, Chief, just give me a moment."
Mr. Zhao, standing nearby, hurriedly called out:
"Just video call Zhou Xiaozhou directly, I've run out of data."
Zhou Ning glanced at Mr. Zhao, wondering how he had run out of data at the start of the month. This guy was always full of crafty ideas. Mr. Zhao grinned sheepishly.
"Don't look at me like that, Zhou Xiaozhou. Should we leave Lou Sanfeng's car here or tow it back?"