I sat in the back seat, lazily sprawled across the chair, and looked out the window. "Look at this road. It's the road Li Yang takes home."
"The real challenge starts now." Li Tongtian said seriously, "Li Yang is a psychopathic serial killer. A killer like him thinks things through meticulously. Every time he commits a crime, he brings the woman to his home. That proves that, in his eyes, his home is the safest place."
"So, without a doubt, he has transformed his home into a terrifying Demon's Den. Once we go in, there's a good chance he'll kill us."
"That's why we have to be careful." I looked at him as I spoke.
Li Yang quickly drove to his front door, got out of the car, and casually walked inside. We waited in the car for a while before following him.
But the first problem was the lock. We had to find a way to break open the front door.
Li Tongtian reached out and took out a piece of wire. Soon, the door slowly opened. I looked at Li Tongtian and asked in surprise, "I didn't know you had a skill like that."
"It's just a little trick." Li Tongtian casually reached out and gently pushed the door open.
But once the door opened, what we saw inside surprised me.
The place had luxurious décor and high-end furniture everywhere. It looked perfectly ordinary—nothing like the gloomy, terrifying place we had imagined.
I looked around and couldn't help asking, "Li Yang doesn't seem to be home."
"Let's look upstairs." Li Tongtian said.
We carefully made our way upstairs, but still found no sign of Li Yang. Even after reaching the top floor, we came up empty-handed.
Looking over the furniture around us, I said, "Li Yang's home isn't