Villa No. 52 is far away from the villas and secluded. Qin Su got out of the car and looked up. There were no lights on, only the light in front of the door was on, illuminating only the space in front of me that was as big as my palm. He wrapped his coat tightly and took a few steps forward. Snow fell, quickly covering his footprints and hiding his traces. The door was unlocked, but there was no one on the first floor. The huge villa fell into an unusual silence. Qin Su dusted off the snow on his coat and walked up the stairs to the second floor. The corridor also cast long shadows until the room at the end, where a faint light squeezed out from the crack of the ajar door and slanted onto the smooth marble floor. Qin Su had a bad premonition for no reason, which prompted him to lighten his steps and cautiously reach the door. He lightly touched the door handle and pushed the door open little by little.