She slightly turned her body and raised her hand, indicating the bedroom at the end of the corridor: "She lives there."
Opening the bedroom door, a faint scent of a long unventilated space drifted in.
Wu Yan stood by the door, her tone dropping: "After she left, I only did the simplest cleaning, most things are still here... I keep thinking, maybe one day she'll come back."
Wan didn't say much, simply walked into the bedroom and calmly swept his gaze over every corner of the room.
The items in the room were somewhat disordered, the trash bin was already emptied, the bedding and pillow on the bed still kept the impression of someone having slept, with a few strands of long hair scattered on the pillow.
He turned around, calmly instructing his colleague: "Bring the evidence bag over, these few strands of hair on the pillow need to be collected."
Then, he looked at Wu Yan and asked: "Is her toothbrush still here?"
"Yes, I basically haven't touched her things,"
