In the room, Zhang Guoqing let out a muffled laugh and pointed at the wardrobe. If he guessed correctly, with the opponent able to place five wooden crates here, there must be a basement.
Otherwise, if someone suddenly comes, where would these things be hidden? The set of huanghuali furniture could be camouflaged and brush off in front of those who don't know its value, but five large wooden crates are impossible.
Zhou Jiao nodded in agreement. It was her oversight, a place that could be used as a hideout couldn't possibly be just a simple courtyard.
With this thought, the problem was easy to solve. The couple each searched one side, except for the two to three hundred cash and tickets still unmoved on the tall and short dead bodies, a large bag of tickets wrapped in black oil paper was stuffed inside a brick at the end of the kang.
