"Can we talk inside?"
Meng Quan shouted frantically, some neighbors had already noticed and opened their doors to look over.
"No, you all need to—"
"Okay, thank you."
Lu Li ignored Meng Quan's refusal, using his tall physique to force his way into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
Bang—
"Don't be nervous, Mr. Meng Quan, we're just here to understand some situations."
Lu Li said, his gaze sweeping across the room.
It was a typical three-bedroom house, with a study and two bedrooms. The living room window faced west, so the lighting was poor. The smell of disinfectant was much stronger than in a hospital, almost suffocating, as if trying to cover up something. Everything from the floors to the sofas and furniture was spotlessly clean, as though trying to remove traces of something.
Meng Quan seemed to have a severe case of mysophobia, but Officer Wen's information didn't mention it.
