The oversized shoes moved up the old, narrow staircase, each step covering at least five stairs. Based on the comprehensive clues collected and inferred so far, they ultimately stopped in front of a certain guest room door.
Facing the antique door lock, the detective directly inserted his little finger.
Click~ As the door swung open,
both detectives had their arms inside the linings of their coats, making gestures as if they were drawing guns.
But the scene that unfolded before them was starkly different from what they had anticipated,
two middle-aged people, over forty and stripped of their clothes, were lying on the bed, trying to cover themselves with the bedding as much as possible, with a small card placed on the bedside table.
Before the detectives could speak, the woman took the lead, "We haven't engaged in a cash transaction, it's just a normal exchange between friends."
The man quickly got dressed at top speed, trying his best to hide his embarrassed expression.
