"Tanaka, Hikita, Ohara..."
Li Ang and Wang Congshan went from house to house, discovering that most of the houses were locked up tight, but inside, lights were blazing.
"Not a single sound."
Wang Congshan mused aloud, standing at a doorway of one residence pondering.
Many of these houses used frosted glass, making it quite difficult to see the interior through the windows, leaving them unsure if anyone was home.
Ding-dong—
Li Ang pressed several doorbells in succession, waiting for a response that never came, then frowned and said, "What's going on with everyone in the village? Have they collectively vanished?
Or did they know we were coming and fled overnight with their treasures?"
Wang Congshan quipped, "Why not say they're having a supernatural dissection conference, and everyone's there to watch the surgeries?"
"Makes sense."
