288 The hidden cameras

Michael's face was stern. He approached the pile of clothes with a heightened sense of vigilance.

Just as Michael was about to investigate further, a man suddenly emerged from the periphery. He appeared to be in his late thirties, with a rugged demeanor and a stern expression.

Michael scanned him with his sharp eyes and asked, "Who are you?"

His gaze narrowed as he observed the man's actions, his mind racing with questions.

"I am a tourist," the man replied with a smile. "After taking a bath, I strolled around. I didn't realize I had wandered so far away. I apologize for causing any trouble." His words resonated with a genuine sense of innocence.

Michael's gaze remained fixed on him. "It's important to be mindful of your surroundings, especially in unfamiliar places. Did you get lost?"

He observed the man's demeanor, searching for any signs of deception or hidden motives.