"Is the body lying in the bedroom a corpse?" Little Jia had been running with Han Fei all night and was now starting to think along the same lines as Han Fei.
"Don't talk nonsense." Smelling the meat aroma in the air, Han Fei's eyes slowly returned to normal as he came out of his reverie, his stomach growling with a gurgling sound.
The imposing Han Fei suddenly acting this way caught both Li Guo'er and Little Jia by surprise.
"I particularly love eating meat, as if there is a kind of meat that's very important to me, one I must eat." When Han Fei spoke, the homeowner who was cooking heard something and walked out of the kitchen carrying a frying pan.
The scent of meat in the air became even more intense, and Han Fei's nostrils twitched involuntarily as he gazed in the direction where the aroma was strongest.
A middle-aged man about 1.85 meters tall appeared in the living room, dressed in white. His face, neck, and both hands—any skin that was exposed—were scarred from burns.
