Capítulo 160: Eighteen. Dead Wife

"May I come in to talk?"

The young man's frantic shouting drew the attention of a few passersby, who curiously looked towards the house shrouded in the rain.

"No, you mustn't—"

"Okay, thank you."

Lu Li ignored the refusal and forcefully pushed past the young man to enter the foyer, closing the door behind him.

Thud—

The door shut, and the young man, holding a wooden stick, nervously stepped back, appearing as if he suffered from a mental illness.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Trance, we're just here to understand some situations."

Lu Li said, scanning the room.

The house had only one floor, a typical three-bedroom, one-living-room layout. One study, two bedrooms, the living room window faced west, away from the harbor. The scent of low-quality disinfectant was even stronger than in a hospital, nearly choking, as if to cover something up.

Both the floor and the furniture were spotless, with a wet mop placed on the side.