"What, glassware." Ye Shikai quickly stepped forward, the flashlight beam illuminating the glass fragments, which reflected light like the glassware in a high school chemistry lab. Back when Ye Shikai was failing, he remembered this stuff well, but how could regular homes have laboratory equipment? Could it be this homeowner was also into chemistry, or perhaps this place was originally a lab...
He turned to look, it was a steel pipe, which seemed like it used to be a sink but was hastily dismantled. Scattered on the floor were traces of "debris."
"There must be more clues in this house, can we contact the homeowner?" Ye Shikai put away the flashlight, speaking seriously.
"No, we checked the phone; it's a dead number. However, according to the new homeowner, the number was valid until this morning." Tianjing said blandly. The National Security Bureau was efficient; as soon as they arrived, Tianjing had the team turn the room's information upside down.
