Wednesday, afternoon
Guan Ping's residence.
Since Guan Ping had "a new place" to stay, this house was naturally empty.
The house was still relatively simple.
A standard rental, with two bedrooms and a living room.
One room for sleeping, the other served as a storeroom for his repair tools and miscellaneous items, and the living room had also been converted into a workspace with a workbench.
Guan Ping, a burly guy, obviously had no habit of tidying up his room. Many plastic bags and tool packs and toolboxes were just discarded on the floor, placed haphazardly.
The workbench was cluttered with wrenches and repair tools, as well as some assembled parts, altogether quite a mess, enough to make anyone with obsessive-compulsive disorder uncomfortable for an entire day.
"Lucky that those people were surveilling him every day, otherwise it would have been really difficult to find the black umbrella in such a mess!"