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Taking out her phone, Mai Xiaomai sent a WeChat message to Qiao Chutian about the events that occurred today.
There was still no response from him.
Perhaps he was out of signal.
Hopefully, he hadn't run into any danger.
Mai Xiaomai moved the chair in the room aside, pried open the big ceramic tile, and found the items inside were still there.
She inspected the butterfly hairpin, filled with curiosity about the contents of that wooden box.
What kind of jewels might be hidden inside?
The lock seemed like a puzzle lock.
She didn't understand mechanisms, mystical arts, or anything like that, and couldn't open it at all.
If she forced it open, she wondered whether something like a hidden weapon might pop out, like in the movies.
One should not underestimate the wisdom of the ancients.
Just as she was thinking this, her phone rang; it was Lin Xuanzi calling.
She held the box while answering the call.
