The toilet?
Run?
What does this mean?
Suddenly.
Jiang Qiao heard the sound of rushing water coming from the toilet grow much louder than before. It was also accompanied by the sound of splashing water hitting the floor.
Someone there?
He turned his head and immediately saw a slanted shadow extending out from the open bathroom doorway.
It was the shadow of a person.
"Someone is standing beside the washbasin. Judging from the shadow's movements, they're washing something."
The Dual Pupils in Jiang Qiao's left eye flickered faintly.
At once.
The scene inside the bathroom appeared within his field of vision.
It was a pair of deathly pale hands, gripping a piece of clothing and scrubbing it fiercely. The clothes were covered in crooked writing, but because of the constant rubbing, it was impossible to make out what was written for the moment.
He could only occasionally catch words such as "save," "help me," and "please."
It probably wasn't anything good.
His gaze followed the pair of deathly pale hands upward... and then there was nothing.
There was no body, no torso, not even any arms above the wrists. It was merely a pair of hands, hanging in midair and vigorously washing the garment, whose fibers had already begun to show.
"Looks like the key information in this room is here."
Jiang Qiao's expression remained calm as he strode toward the toilet. He showed no caution or apprehension whatsoever, nor did he need to.
On the contrary.
Evil Spirits should be the ones being cautious and apprehensive when they encountered him!
"Little thing, are you a guest in this room? You're washing those clothes so seriously. At a glance, I can tell you were born to toil your whole life... Oh, sorry. You don't seem to have a life anymore.