The dim yellow light was easy on the eyes, falling gently over the old furniture and making the whole home feel warm and cozy.
The apartment was not large. At first glance, it felt comfortably lived-in, but a closer look revealed many strange details.
Luo Dong stood frozen in the doorway, his gaze passing over the man who had opened the door to look inside.
Every wall had been fitted with a soundproofing layer and coated with sound-absorbing paint. Unless a particularly violent struggle broke out, the neighbors would have no idea what happened in here.
An enormous fan-cooled refrigerator stood in the living room. This kind of refrigerator used fans to circulate cold air inside, keeping stored meat from rotting easily or giving off odors.
A large number of food storage bags lay scattered across the kitchen floor, just big enough to hold fist-sized chunks of meat and make them easy to carry. Beneath the counter was a heating agent that could accelerate the decay of meat when mixed with water.
There were supplies for both transporting chunks of meat and destroying them. Luo Dong looked toward the bathroom, where plastic waterproof sheeting that had not yet been put away covered the floor tiles. Something dirty resembling fat still clung to it.
"There was a place to process the meat, too..." Luo Dong's heart pounded. The apartment's overall decor was warm and inviting, yet he felt cold all over.
"Seen enough?" the middle-aged man in the raincoat suddenly asked. The hood concealed half his face, preventing Luo Dong from seeing his expression.
"I..." Luo Dong had no idea what excuse to make. He had watched one Gao Ming after another enter this apartment. Given that, their disappearances had to be connected to the man before him.
"This isn't somewhere