I could tell.
Fu Qian gave a slight nod. As a professional, he certainly had plenty to say about access control.
He had only needed one glance to confirm that Eva's account was true.
As he'd noted before, the building was rather old, and this door was an excellent piece of evidence.
It was an old-fashioned metal partition door. The years hadn't rusted it too badly, but it had turned completely iron-black.
The marks on the floor showed it hadn't been moved in a long time.
The lock on the door, too—put vividly, the first thing that came to mind when you looked at it was whether anyone could still find the key.
Of course, that didn't change their current predicament. The decrepit lock had firmly blocked their way.
[There should be another way out, right?]
It was true that this type of lock was somewhat uncommon, but for Fu Qian, picking it would only take a few extra seconds of recall.
But this time, he didn't rush to show off his skills, even with a young woman looking at him so expectantly.
Of course, Fu Qian had no interest in pretending to be shocked, either. He simply took the pen from her hand.
Since his palm was already covered in writing, this time he wrote on the back of his hand.
[There is]
Eva looked a little disappointed, but she quickly seemed to remember that this was her home turf. She nodded rapidly, glanced behind her, then turned and headed off, motioning for Fu Qian to follow.
Of course, even that hint of disappointment struck Fu Qian as a little unusual.
In theory, he and Eva shouldn't have had much interaction. Even if it was now the weekend after the party, they'd probably only met that one time.
Why