Chen Chong followed Wang Li into the private room's lounge and opened the wardrobe.
Wang Li pulled open a drawer filled with balled-up underwear and socks.
He reached into the pile and felt around for a moment, seemingly pressing a button. The wooden panel above the hanging-clothes section popped up slightly, revealing a gap.
As Wang Li pried open the cover panel, he said, "I made this thing myself. It's simple, but absolutely no one else knows about it. There's only this much space."
The panel opened, revealing a double-locked safe no less advanced than the one Long Zhibin had used before.
Without knowing the password, the chances of opening something like this were practically zero.
Forcing it open was possible, but the safe appeared completely undamaged.
Wang Li opened the safe. It was empty. Helplessly, he said, "I marked the door too. There was nothing unusual, but the stuff just vanished. Even if it had grown legs and run away, it shouldn't have happened like this.
"I really suspect something unclean came through here."
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Chen Chong slowly shook his head. "Hard to say."
"Huh? You're serious? Have you seen weird stuff before? Damn, don't tell me this world really has ghosts?"
Wang Li spoke nervously.
Chen Chong thought of the Ruin Rift, the Stone Temple, Central City, and the Wasteland.
This world had far stranger things than this. A theft from a locked room was hardly surprising. The key was who had done it.
They could not determine that for now. Chen Chong understood that Wang Li was explaining the process to him. After all, they had not seen each other in a while, and the simplest answer to something like this was usually an inside job.
But Chen Chong still believed Wang Li.
They had truly gone