With such suspicions, after Ma Xiaoqiong and the group left, she quietly stepped out.
The moonlight still quietly hung in the sky, she was like a shadow, quietly heading towards the innermost room. She reached out to push the door, but it wouldn't budge. Looking closely, it turned out there was a lock hanging on it, an old-fashioned one.
This wasn't a problem for her. Previously, there was an old box at home whose key was lost, and she had opened it with a hairpin. This time, she happened to have a hairpin on her head. She pulled out the hairpin, straightened it, inserted it into the keyhole, fiddled a bit, and with a click, the lock opened. After pushing the door open, she turned on the phone screen...
The light from the phone screen quickly made the view in front of her clear...
This was a room full of clutter, half of it was empty, and on the floor, a few people were lying randomly, exactly the ones who were brought in just now.
They were wearing their school uniforms.
