The crystal chandelier in the living room was covered with a thin layer of dust, and the oil painting originally hung above the fireplace had been removed, leaving a mark that was slightly lighter than the surrounding wall. Lin Mo took the warm water from Uncle Zhong, and when his fingertips touched the coolness of the cup wall, he suddenly remembered what Shen Manqing said last time: "The charm of suspense novels is that the truth is always hidden where you can see it - but you can't see it."