The Funeral Society member led him through twists and turns for more than twenty minutes before finally stopping in front of a two-story building.
Ouke looked around in surprise.
He had never imagined that the Funeral Society's base would be located on a commercial street.
But then he immediately understood.
Only on a busy commercial street would strange-looking people fail to arouse suspicion. Especially after seeing the bizarre ornaments hanging on the outer wall and the tattoo parlor sign, the old detective nodded slightly.
With such a cover, no matter how strange someone looked, they would not seem strange.
After all, during the "vampire craze" a few years ago, someone really had four vampire fangs implanted into their gums.
Ding!
Lee unlocked the door and pushed it open.
The wind chime hanging behind the door gave a sharp ring. The old detective followed close behind and looked around.
What met his eyes were tattoo-design posters and collections, no different from any ordinary tattoo parlor.
Instinctively, his gaze turned toward the second floor.
"The second floor is where I work. The basement is the reception room."
Lee said with a smile.
Then, he gestured for the old detective to proceed.
Without hesitation, the old detective headed downstairs.
He had already guessed who wanted to see him when the Funeral Society member had led the way.
At the same time, he had guessed what the other party wanted to see him about.
Therefore, he had no need to hesitate.
Following a slanted wooden staircase downward, the old detective entered the underground reception room.
It was a small hall. Kena, Tanya, and Chen Zheng, whom he had met once before, were gathered around a round tea table, discussing something. When they heard the wooden stairs creak, they immediately stopped and examined the old