"What exactly are you trying to do?"
Staring at the key in her hand, Media once again asked the question that haunted her soul.
The person in front of her seemed increasingly cold and deranged to her, and fear seeped uncontrollably from the depths of her heart.
Media had a vague feeling that he had no interest in her body or her life.
But that brought her no sense of safety. If anything, it only made her fear even stronger.
The one thing she could take comfort in was that she had confirmed this was an ordinary house, with no anomalies or anything of the sort.
Huh?
The next moment, Media couldn't help looking confused.
Right in front of her, Fu Qian took out something that looked like a thin piece of wire.
Wasn't that her hairpin? What was he going to do with it?
The instant the thought occurred to her, she saw him straighten the hairpin slightly and stick it right into the keyhole.
While the sight left her completely bewildered, the lock clicked open.
Th-this...
Faced with what had just happened, Media felt as if something had shattered her understanding of the world. She stood there, numb.
She suddenly remembered what had happened in the office earlier. Had I actually not forgotten to lock the door?
"Lock it."
Her thoughts were interrupted halfway by Fu Qian's voice.
Media looked up and saw Fu Qian pointing at the key in her hand, apparently telling her to lock the door again.
Wasn't he going to the room in the back?
From where Media stood, she could see that there was nothing behind the door but a few odds and ends, nothing of value.
So what was the point of doing all this?
Fu Qian's order only muddled her thoughts