The suspect (1)

Tang Zhen stretched his body and sized up his surroundings.

It was a simple and crude room with almost no other furniture except for a bed.

There were some messy items piled on the ground, and the house was filled with a stinky smell, as if it had not been cleaned for a long time.

There was a basin on the floor, and there were water stains on the floor. The remaining dirty water had seeped away along the broken floor.

It was this thing that took Hawk's life.

After occupying a new body, he needed a little time to adapt. Therefore, Tang Zhen's posture was very awkward. He looked like a puppet with rusty joints.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for his body to move freely, but the expression on his face was slightly stiff.

However, it didn't matter. Tang Zhen didn't need to smile apologetically to anyone in this cheap rental house.