Finally, after searching the electrical box for a third time, she found the key stashed inside. The key was coated in dust but still gleamed a silvery white, bearing the marks of time.
Wen Qian inserted it into the keyhole, twisted it gently, and the door opened.
"Cough..."
The next moment, a wave of musty air washed over them, making the Little Fox cough.
All the furniture in the room was made of wood, and since no one had lived there for a long time, everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. The curtains were open, so the room wasn't dark. Wen Qian started searching the living room for the painting her adoptive mother had spoken of.
The small, two-bedroom house had limited space, and with Li Jiu at her side, Wen Qian quickly found a picture frame in the cabinet under the coffee table. The painting was mounted inside.
Turning the frame over and taking it apart, Wen Qian pried out a small, blue Crystal Chip from inside.
There was a key as well.
